Tuesday, April 9, 2024

Life-Changing Encounters

 

I recently visited upstairs at Walsh, the building I work at currently. My office used to be on the second floor, but a few years ago we all moved together on the first floor and our old offices are vacant. But we still use the Chapel on that floor, and I visited it as well. While there I noticed the pictures of former Maryknollers (staff & missioners) who have passed away on the wall outside the Chapel. I’d like to talk about two who influenced me in important ways.


The first person was Larry McKinney. He was a long-time maintenance person at Bethany, who was loved by the staff and missioners who stayed there for orientation. I didn’t know him more than to say hello to and exchange small talk. But when he retired, I was impressed by the fact that one of the first things he did was take a trip to Africa and visited the missioners there. I was so envious; for the next 20 years I would dream of following in his footsteps.

Now as my own retirement is very near, I have made the arrangements to go to Africa myself. My dream is finally being realized, and I just want to offer a prayer of thanks to Larry for putting the idea into my head.

The other person was a missioner I met in my first couple of years here at Maryknoll Lay Missioners. His name was Ted Lanpher. He had retired and was living his dream of being a missioner to Peru, but then he was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer during what would be his only three-year contract. He came back to the U.S. for medical treatment and to be with his family. He stopped by our offices and visited with every staff person, including me (whom he had never met).

I remember that visit like it happened yesterday. We talked about each other’s lives, but whenever I was speaking I felt like he was totally focused on me. He looked into my eyes, and he listened to everything I said. It was a powerful, positive sensation. I had never had a conversation like that with anyone. I felt like I had been in a trance.

A few months later, Ted returned for a final visit. When he came around to see me, he seemed to remember everything we had talked about. Once again, he focused 100% on me whenever I spoke. I was stunned. With all the things he was going through—cancer treatments, visiting the people he loved, and preparing for his own death—where did he find time for me, a stranger whom he had only one twenty-minute conversation with? These two conversations inspired me; he had become someone I wanted to model my own behavior after.

I recently attended my final meeting with the anti-racism task force, and they shared some farewells with me. I have felt like I am the least important person on that committee. I mainly listen and occasionally comment on what we’ve been discussing. One of the members said to me that she appreciated that I was actively listening to her during meetings, and she felt that was a rare quality to find in people. Maybe I have grown as a result of my time with Ted (and Larry), brief though it was with both.

I think we all have special people out there looking for us. I have been so fortunate to have spent time with so many terrific, awe-inspiring people. I urge you to be open to that person wanting your attention. They may change your life more than you affect theirs. Don't let your Larry or Ted go by unnoticed.

Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Our Trip to Brazil: A Reflection

I have worked for Maryknoll Lay Missioners for over 23 years. Almost from the beginning I have wanted to go see the missioners where they worked, but I couldn't afford to go.

Personally, however, it remained very important to me, more so as the years went on. So now, on the verge of retirement,  I can finally afford to go. I planned for months, and I talked about it with my close friend Marci. She said, "This is more important to you then the Camino, isn't it?"
 
I knew she was right. The Camino had been a powerful experience, but it was up to me to derive the meaning from it. There was no direct connection to my life. This pilgrimage, to Brazil, was deeply personal. I came to MKLM to do meaningful work that would make the world in some small way a better place. My job was part of that, but indirectly. I would meet the missioners and hear stories about their work, but I longed for direct exposure. Now I would finally make the journey with Mary by my side to see what all my efforts had been supporting. Was I helping to make the world a better place?
 
We spent about 9 days in Brazil from October 14th to October 22nd, and the whole time I felt like I was in Heaven. As I reflect on those days, the thing that strikes me the most was the kindness and generosity of the missioners who basically took care of us while we were with them. They welcomed us into their world and helped us see what they were doing there.
It is very difficult to find people in Brazil that speak English. I thought that people who worked at hotels and restaurants would speak English. This was true to some extent in Rio, but not in Sao Paulo, Joao Passoa or Olinda. The few who spoke English didn't speak it very well. It led to some comical situations. I called the front desk to say there was a problem with the television. The clerk asked, "Do you want two?"  That puzzled me, two televisions? When help arrived, it was an employee carrying two towels. Fortunately, he knew how to fix the television.

The missioners were always going above and beyond in helping us with the language hurdle. When we first arrived in Sao Paulo, Joanne spoke to the clerk about checking us in early. She resisted, as the lobby was filled with people waiting to get into their rooms (it was a holiday weekend). Joanne pointed out Mary and told the clerk that Mary wasn’t feeling well and really needed to lie down (Mary was actually just tired from the 9 hour flight). The clerk checked us in, and the manager cut the early check-in fee in half.

After spending the day with Margarita at the favela where she worked, she took us to our hotel, and then she came in to speak to the desk clerk because we were having problems with our Wifi (critical in keeping contact with the missioners). When they told us we would have to move to another floor, Margarita came up to our room and helped us pack and move our belongings to the 12th floor. When she left, she asked us if we needed anything else or if she could do anything else for us (the standard parting from all the missioners in Sao Paulo).

We kept Kathy busy in Joao Pessoa with arranging our day trips for us (not that we asked her to). We wanted to go to Olinda (a very scenic town overlooking the Atlantic Ocean), which was a two-hour drive from Joao Pessoa. She contacted Franciso at our hotel to find us a driver. He found one, but once the driver found out we didn’t speak Portuguese he refused to take us. More phone calls and bargaining from Kathy.

Eventually, Francisco, who had the day off, drove us back and forth for a six hour day trip. We all had lunch together at a restaurant Kathy had chosen, which had an incredible dish featuring fish in a cream sauce baked in a pumpkin. We ate the pumpkin as well as the fish, and we needed three people to finish the dish. Franciso also drove us to the Mirante Skybeach to see the sunset from the tallest building in Joao Pessoa, again thanks to Kathy’s work.

And it wasn’t just the missioners who treated us with the utmost kindness and generosity. A small woman with glasses was our waitress at the daily breakfast buffet at the hotel in Joao Pessoa. We would fill up our plates at the buffet, and as long as we were seated she would come by with other plates of food for us to try. With the help of my Google translator, I told her that everything was delicious, and her face lit up as she pulled me by the arm over to the omelet chef to let her know what I had said. The next two days she would rush over whenever she saw us and continue to bring us plates of food. When we left after our last breakfast, I wrote her a message on my translator: “Today is our last day. We just wanted to thank you for your kindness to us. You brought joy to us each morning. Richard & Mary.” She grabbed my phone and wrote the following: “I call myself Andrea. You two guys have been a prayer to me.” The translation could have been better, but we got the message. She shook my hand and Mary gave her a big hug.


There are more stories I could tell, so many kind and loving gestures from the missioners and others we met. I believe God has called on us to love each other and help each other.

 “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor? … The one who had mercy on him.” Luke 10: 36, 37

That’s what I received through this trip, a feeling of being loved and that there were people looking after us. If we all treated each other this way, what a wonderful community we would be.  

 


Tuesday, May 23, 2023

Break Bread With Me

A friend of mine once referred to my often garish, colorful or humorous ties as a ministry, because strangers have often commented on how they liked my ties, and one even asked if he could take a picture of my tie. I believe that anything we might do, no matter how seemingly small, can be considered a ministry if it has a positive impact on others.

So I have embarked on a practice that I had enjoyed in the past, but was negatively impacted by the pandemic, but one I am finally re-instituting: Having lunch with people. In the years I have worked at Maryknoll, I have enjoyed in particular taking visiting missioners out for lunch over the years and also with coworkers. A perfect lunch for me is with one other person or a couple. Large company lunches can be fun, but not rewarding in the way a one-on-one lunch is. The latter lunch always holds the possibility of a curtain pulled aside: learning something interesting about someone you otherwise would never have known. At our office prayer group, we recently spent a session discussing the passage in Luke about the resurrected Jesus encountering two of his followers on the road to Emmaus. They don't recognize him at first.

 


As they came near the village to which they were going, Jesus acted as if he were going farther; but they held him back, saying, "Stay with us; the day is almost over and it is getting dark." So he went in to stay with them. He sat down to eat with them, took the bread, and said the blessing; then he broke the bread and gave it to them. Then their eyes were opened and they recognized him, but he disappeared from their sight. They said to each other, "Wasn't it like a fire burning in us when he talked to us on the road and explained the Scriptures to us?" --Luke 14:28-32

This passage resonated with me instantly. The fact that the two men's eyes are opened at the breaking of the bread only further demonstrates that meals together are an effective method of discovering the spirit within us. Then they have joy in remembering the conversation they had with Jesus on the road. If we are open to seeing it, we can find Jesus in each other simply by breaking bread together. As a contemplative, I believe that Jesus resides in all of us, and we can see him if we dare to look close enough. So the more people I have lunch with the more I see Jesus.

So while I started having regular lunches with people again merely because I enjoyed them, I suddenly realized that these lunches could potentially be another sort of ministry, albeit a selfish one. I began considering who would I like to have lunch with that I haven't ever before or in a long time. I took my priest of many years out to lunch, after having wanted to, but never quite putting it together. I had lunch with a person who worked at Maryknoll for many years, but not directly with me. I had lunch with one of the professors I felt close to when I got my masters at Pace University. I had lunch with a former coworker who I hadn't seen in months. Every lunch has been enjoyable and rewarding. And my meal partners seem to be enjoying them as well. One said that she would be willing to have lunch with me every month, and I just might take her up on it.

Some people even asked me to have lunch with them. One friend just happened to be in town and gave me a call. So perhaps God approves and is working to expand my ministry, if I can call it that.

I use to have lunch with my dear friend Joe about once a week in the years we worked together. He had a tremendous impact on me, spiritually and otherwise, and each lunch gave me another piece of him and a chance to share another piece of me with him. Now that he's passed, one of my favorite memories of him are the lunches we had together. Also my former priest Father Larry. We had many lunches and dinners together, sometimes with my Mary along, and the conversations we had were always far-reaching, intriguing and joyful. These continued after his retirement and only ended after his passing.

I am retiring in a year, and I plan on putting together as many lunches together as I can. Let me know if you are in the area and would like to have lunch with me. I would love to have lunch with you!


Monday, September 19, 2022

Reflections About a Camino

"May we become bearers of joy, we who are invited to share in the Cosmic Dance! May we walk in faith all the days of our life - confident in your Divine Presence, even in times of trouble, and with assurance for what is and all that is to be. May we have faith in the unfolding of our lives, and radical trust in the universe." Nan Merrill, Psalms for Praying. 
It was a week ago that I was at the 9:30 am Pilgrim's Mass at the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela, Spain, after completing a six-day journey from Tui to Santiago. We returned to the US on Monday, and I have spent the past week reflecting and trying to pull some meaning out of the experience.

I have heard it said that "It's your Camino. Do it the way you want!" I certainly did that, but I also wanted to be cognizant of and faithful to the pilgrims who walked this way before me. Around 800 years ago, pilgrims started leaving their homes to walk to Santiago. After arriving and resting, they turned around and walked back home.

The Camino de Santiago has been designated a Plenary Indulgence in the Catholic church, meaning that if you complete the pilgrimage,  your sins are all forgiven. I am not Catholic, but my reading indicates that the early Church looked at indulgences as a way to encourage people to live according to God's precepts in their daily life. Indulgences eventually were twisted into things you could buy and sell. But as someone who strives to live a contemplative life, I like the idea of encouraging people to live their lives according to their faith. I believe that when your faith is a part of your daily life, you find joy.

That was the first gift I received on the Camino: a feeling of joy that I was actually there after three years of planning. I was taking part in this incredible ritual and at the same time discovering the beauty of Spain's landscape and its people.
 
The second gift was forgiveness for myself. It was much harder to walk the Camino than I had anticipated. On day 4 I had started to break down. On day 6 I told Debbie and Mary that I didn't think I could complete the journey. They both told me not to quit, and with Debbie's help I was able to complete it. I was able to forgive my weakness and accept that I did pretty well for a 69 year old with numerous health issues.

The third gift was all the Spanish people we met. They went out of their way to help us navigate the vagaries of staying in various cities along the Camino. I had made the arrangements, mostly through Booking.com before we left. I was expecting to find a sort of reception desk at each place, but the first three days, when Mary arrived ahead of us to hang out while Debbie and I hiked the trail, there was no one there and no indication of how to access our room. In each case, Mary, who speaks no Spanish, found a local shop owner or other local to contact management and get her in our room. By the time Debbie and I arrived, Mary would be relaxing on the balcony or in a nearby park or square waiting for us. I like to think God was watching out for her.

I was also impressed by the Spanish women running the restaurants we ate at.  More often then not, two women would be the only people behind the counter, one cooking and the other acting as host/wait person. No matter how busy they got, they reacted to us with patience, kindness and grace.

I remember in particular two occasions. The Spanish generally follow the practice of Siesta. Most restaurants are closed between 2 and 8 pm. Our preference was for dinner around 5:30 or 6:00 pm. We could usually find some sort of bar/bistro that was serving food, but in Caldas de Reis we seemed to have run dry. Then we found this little bar, operated by two women, of course. They said they had a very limited selection of food. We said we would "eat whatever you've got." A little later they brought out three big plates: one of a salad with onions and tomatoes, one of French fries, and one of fried chicken. They were each delicious, and we filled up with three chicken legs left over. We heaped our praise on the chef, who was obviously pleased at our enjoyment of her food.

The other special meal was when Debbie and I ordered gazpacho at a cafe in Santiago.  The host/chef told us about how she chose and prepared the tomatoes for the soup with real pride. I have never liked gazpacho, but after that description I had to try it. It was bliss. The tomato taste was incredible! I would say that it was the best bowl of soup I have ever had.

The Camino can be magical. I remember feeling worn out and struggling to keep going when a group of five or six women passed me and began singing in perfect harmony a folk song. It was like a dream. The next day a tiny elderly woman passed me. As she did she broke into a wide smile, looked directly into my eyes, and wished me a "Buen Camino!" Then she and her family broke into a rousing song as she hiked on.

I feel so blessed and fortunate to have finally made this pilgrimage. The pain has faded, but these memories live on. I believe that God's spirit resides inside each of us, and the Camino is filled with people exhibiting that spirit. It is a wonderful place to be.
The map on the inside of my Pilgrim credentials shows the various routes spreading across Europe away from Santiago, as if Santiago was the beating heart pumping God's grace and love across Europe. I would like to see that system grow, heading East into Asia and Southeast down to Austrailia and then shooting across the Atlantic to link up in the Americas, creating one circulatory system across the world, enfolding us in God's body. Then we could all feel together, not alone, as we strive to, as a Hindu prayer I love put it, "create heaven here on earth." Amen.

Special thanks: The following people deserve my special thanks.
My boss Ted and my former boss Leslie. Three years ago for St. James' feast day, Ted wrote a reflection in which he referred to the Camino.  I had never heard of it before. He had no idea what a spark he put in my life. Leslie always encouraged me in my spiritual development, and we talked of the Camino often while I waited out Covid.
Missioners and Camino veterans, Jim and Marilyn, Heidi, Richard and Sami. They answered my questions, they gave excellent advice, and provided all kinds of support to my pilgrimage. My spiritual director Jeanine, who always knows the right questions to ask.
Most of all, my companera Debbie and my life partner, Mary. I had planned on hiking alone, but God sent me Debbie, and She knew what I needed. Mary has played down any contribution to my journey, but just having her there at the end of each day meant everything to me.
Many others provided encouragement and support, and I am grateful to each of you.

Monday, August 15, 2022

A Reflection on My Time With Maryknoll Lay Missioners

 Every other week at work, a "Monday Bulletin" is sent out to the staff and Missioners. The Bulletin has news about what is happening in the organization, along with prayers, reflections, highlights, celebrations, etc. The writing of various parts are written by different departments each issue. This week, I was asked to write a reflection on our anniversary. I have added some photos, except the collage above, which our Communications Manager put together for the original Monday Bulletin. I thought it was worth sharing with you what I wrote:

Bethany - Former Home of MKLM 

Today is the 47th anniversary of our founding as the lay missioner program within Maryknoll, and it is the 28th anniversary of the creation of MMAF as an independent organization. I have been an employee for the last 22 years. Recently, I was having a procedure done and to keep me preoccupied until the anesthesia kicked in, the doctor engaged in a little small talk with me. “You are retired, right?” “No,” I said, “I’m still working.” “Really?” he replied. “I love my job,” I said.

In my relationship with MKLM there have been plenty of changes. I have now worked with 9 different department heads. I have seen the organizational structure change dramatically. I have seen regions open and regions close. Most of all, I have seen missioners come and go and staff come and go, some of whom I felt very close to. I have had to make many adjustments over the years, but it has been worth it.

I love my job. A friend of mine won a bishop’s cross (for contributions to the church above and beyond expectations) at the Diocesan Convention, and when she spoke in response, she said she wanted to thank the Episcopal Church for giving her the opportunity to “do good.” That’s what drew me to Maryknoll Lay Missioners: it gives me the opportunity to do good.

MKLM is different from other organizations I’ve worked for, because its mission is not making a profit, but rather, “Compelled by faith, engage with people across cultures and ethnicities, we live, love and work with communities on the margins to promote active nonviolence and healing.” That first part, “Compelled by faith,” is important to me.

Jesus is in our hearts, and nothing can change that. I have read the results of various Mission Assemblies, and while the discussions are sometimes heated, everyone’s goal is always to make MKLM better at doing God’s work. This motivation is immediately apparent if you listen to the discussions going on. Take a minute to ask one of our missioners why they are in mission, and God’s light shines from their faces.


What a wonderful history this organization has. Take a look at the faces of all the classes in the photographs on the wall downstairs at Walsh. Hundreds of people over the years doing good all around the globe. I think we are living out St. Francis’ prayer:

“Make me an instrument of your peace,

Where there is hatred, let me sow love,

Where there is injury, pardon,

Where there is doubt, faith,

Where there is despair, hope,

Where there is darkness, light,

Where there is sadness, joy.”

MKLM has been providing peace, love, pardon, faith, hope, light, and joy for almost 50 years. I raise my glass in a toast for the next 50: May our light never dim.


 

Monday, July 25, 2022

(Mostly) Solo Caminito

Happy St. James' Day!

If you are unaware, St. James (Santiago) is the whole focus of the Camino de Santiago, and the New York City American Pilgrims on the Camino organization held a "Caminito" to celebrate his feast day (July 25th). We were to walk from 72nd St in Manhattan along the Hudson River for about 7 miles to a tapas bar in Soho. The hike was scheduled for 9 am, in part to avoid the heat of the afternoon (93 degrees). I had been warned via email that they would leave promptly at 9 am.

Checking my Moovit ap, I saw I needed to catch a 2 subway train by leaving my apartment at 7:40 and walking up the hill to the subway station (it's actually elevated above the road in my neighborhood). Unfortunately, I was just reaching the station as the train pulled in and I made the platform in time to see it start up and head toward Manhattan. The next train was in ten minutes, and I arrived at the meeting place (a memorial statue of Eleanor Roosevelt) at 9:03. There was nobody there.


Well, I had spent an hour and twenty minutes getting there, and I had never hiked the Hudson River walkway, so I thought, "Might as well, maybe I'll catch up." Well, I'm slower than your average Manhattan walker these days, so I never did catch up until the very end. But I still enjoyed the hike. I had a bottle of recently frozen water with me and some grapes, and I was wearing sunglasses. The only hazard on the trail is there a lot of runners who don't like to slow down (got to keep that blood pumping!). Manhattanites are different than Bronxites. They are thinner, taller, whiter, and more fashion conscious. So I did a lot of people watching as well as river watching as I went.

The walkway is comparatively new, and much of it is an extended park (Hudson River Park) along the river's edge. I walked by playgrounds, lots of benches and picnic areas. To my right was the river, the Intrepid, tug boats, cruise lines, and ferries. Chelsea piers is a complex with restaurants and very clean bathrooms (needed by me at that point). It was easy to pull aside to have a drink of water and munch on a few grapes. I was always looking for my fellow pilgrims (peregrinos), but didn't see them.


The end of the walk was to be a meal at a Spanish tapas bar called "Despana Foods." With my Google maps app, I tracked it down. I ordered a couple of small sandwiches (pintxos) with Iberico ham and sausage and a hard apple cider. Then I found my fellow pilgrims and joined them. I managed to sit next to a couple who had just completed the Camino Portuguese, and I learned a few things from them. After lunch, I strolled over to REI to pick up new hiking shoes and socks.

So did I learn anything from my Caminito?

  "Our world is saturated with grace, and the lurking presence of God is revealed not only in spirit, but in matter...God intended for us to discover his loving presence in the world around us." Brennan Manning in The Ragamuffin Gospel.

  I have been thinking about why I feel drawn to the Camino, it has been more a feeling than an idea so far. But on a recent training walk, I realized how much I was focused on all the sights and sounds around me. I didn't have to concentrate on what I was doing or where I was going, so I was open to the blue skies, the birds singing, people talking and laughing, even the sight and sound of cars passing me as I walked.

 I do Centering Prayer almost daily, and the focus is to empty yourself of thoughts and open yourself up to God. I don't know how it works, but somehow over the years that I've been doing it, I feel Centering Prayer has changed my life for the better. I am more positive, I am more focused on other people than myself, I am more willing to share with other people, and I look for opportunities to pray and help other people. I think hiking the Camino will be a walking form of Centering Prayer, and I look forward to what blessings I will find by walking it.

On this Caminito, I learned I have little control over what will happen, but by persevering when things go wrong, by staying open to what's in front of me, I will find what I feel drawn to. It may be entirely different than what I expected,  but that's okay, because I believe that God is in everyone and everything I encounter.

Buen Camino!

Monday, May 16, 2022

Time Spent With Tina


My sweet Mary’s mother, Catina Zippo, passed away this month. She was 93 years old, and I have known her for the past 40+ years. Tina, as we called her, was born and raised in the Bronx. As is true of many native New Yorkers—including my Mary—she never learned to drive, but she had her husband Lou to drive her around most of her adult life. She loved the Bronx she grew up in and the Bronx of today. If she could have, I am sure she would have lived her entire life there.

When Mary and I first got together, she lived five minutes away from us in the Wakefield area. We spent many dinners there with Tina and Lou and other members of the Zippo/Meloni clans. I learned to appreciate northern Italian cuisine at their dinner table, especially polenta, which was always prepared in a special copper pot and required continual stirring with a wooden spoon. Mary has memories of countless sore arms from taking her turn at stirring the pot as a young girl. But by the time I was on the scene, the stirring was done by a tiny electric motor which moved the wooden spoon in circles through the bubbling corn meal. The pot, however, was the same one Mary had labored over.

Eventually, as Lou and Tina aged, it was realized that they could use some family help, so they sold their home in the Bronx and moved in with Mary’s sister Carol and her family in Bethel, Conn. It was soon discovered that Lou had Parkinson’s disease and needed to be cared for in a rehab center. Tina found her way to the center via senior transportation to visit Lou almost every day. We would come out once a month or so, to visit with them both. Tina seemed to be friends with the senior bus driver and the various nurses and some of the other patients, but after Lou passed away, she mostly stayed at home. When she traveled or went out, it was with her family.

When Carol and Freddy retired, they moved to Cape Cod permanently. Tina had mixed feelings about living in Connecticut, but Cape Cod was a favorite family vacation spot for years, so she loved being there. I am sure, however, there were still times when she missed the Bronx. Over the years we would receive requests to bring with us some grated Parmigiana Reggiano from our local Italian deli when we came to visit. It’s hard to find authentic Italian ingredients in the Cape.

It is apparent to me now that Tina’s life centered almost exclusively around her family. There was nothing more she enjoyed or needed than time with them. In fact, she went on vacations with as many children, grandchildren and great grandchildren as she could gather. Mary and I went with her and Lou to Bermuda along with Mary's sisters and their families. Then after Lou passed away, she led a large trip to Italy where they all stayed together at a villa. Mary and I were unable to attend that trip, but the next one was the most incredible of all.

Tina, now in her 90s, wanted to recreate that trip to Italy, this time going to Provence. She wanted everyone to come, so she treated everyone to their plane fare and the cost of renting the Villa. There were 18 of us all staying together in an incredible house. Each morning we would gather at breakfast, then head out on our own for the day before returning for dinner, where most nights a private chef had been hired to make a traditional Provencal meal for all of us. We also spent a couple of days traveling together as a group to a wine tasting and to sight-see. It was one of the most memorable trips of my life.

Tina’s feelings about photographs were further proof of her love of family. At any event, She always wanted at least one picture of everyone there. She wanted to look at the photo and see all of us together. Tina could be difficult to get along with sometimes, she was opinionated and stubborn, but you always knew that while she might be angry with you, she always loved you and would forgive you, even if you were only marginally a family member, such as me. If I were to interview people for the role of mother-in-law, Tina would be impossible to beat.

It is difficult to imagine going to Cape Cod and not seeing Tina there. I’m sure the pain will lessen over time, but much as I still remember my mother’s peanut butter cookies and cherry pies, I will always remember dinner with Lou and Tina, pouring the polenta out of that copper pot onto a wooden board and cutting it into portions with a string. Loud and joyful meals with a glass of wine in hand in the Bronx, Connecticut, Cape Cod and Provence. Thanks, Tina, for all the meals and the memories.


 

Monday, April 4, 2022

"How's Your Lent Going?"


I received an email from a friend with this question about my Lent. I have to admit that's the first time anyone has ever asked me that. I paused a moment, then I tried to answer her question:

 "I have fallen down a bit on my normal spiritual practices, and I was feeling guilty about it. But then I read an article from a magazine by a group of Episcopal Brothers (I’m nothing if not loyal to my faith) about “the practice of the presence of God.” The author writes that if you’re having difficulty finding time for your practice, “It’s not that you need to give more time to your spiritual practice; but rather you might need to broaden your sense of what a “spiritual practice” is.”

I have struggled with the idea of what a spiritual practice is. I like to define what something is and is not. When I do Centering prayer, that is a spiritual practice. When I walk in the woods just enjoying the outdoors, that is not. My spiritual director has tried to correct me in these beliefs, but they are hard for me to accept.

The author of the article also spoke about Br. Lawrence of the Resurrection, one of my favorite Christian mystics. He strove to be aware of God constantly, whatever he was doing. I picked up my copy of The Practice and Presence of God and began rereading it. I especially appreciated the section where Brother Lawrence says that he sometimes forgets about God and feels guilty about it. But then he realizes that God forgives him, so he forgets about his mistake and continues to try to be ever-conscious of God's presence.

I think I get caught up in striving for perfection, and, as a result, I am continually disappointing myself. I think the key lesson Br. Lawrence teaches me is to let "perfection" go. God forgives me. I can't go back in the past and change things. My only choice is to move forward, to continue what I have started, to pick myself up and walk further on the path I have chosen.

There is yet another lesson: I will never ever be in "constant prayer," and if I forget to pray, its okay. There are still things I will learn and appreciate without being in prayer or meditating. It's okay to go on a walk and just enjoy the scenery. It can still be a spiritual experience. I wrote in an earlier post about the podcast which they begin by asking, "Where have you seen God this week?" When I look back on my week, I frequently remember times that included a "God sighting" without recognizing it as such at the moment. When I open my eyes I see things that I may not understand or appreciate until later. That can be a joy as well.

Brother Lawrence had an incredible spiritual awareness, and many people came to ask him advice, but he still washed the dishes (ineptly, apparently) and performed other duties around the monastery. A powerful spiritual experience can happen anywhere, at any time. You don't have to be alone, praying in silence by a lit candle, to experience God. I will strive to be open to that.

Monday, February 21, 2022

I'm Just Passing Through

     I've been trying to write about my plans to hike the Camino to Santiago for a while now, but I wasn't quite sure how to approach the topic. Then I read this story in a book I've been reading, The Restless Heart, by Ronald Rolheiser:

    "In the nineteenth century, a tourist from America paid a visit to the renowned Polish rabbi Hofetz Chaim. The tourist was astonished to see that the rabbi's home was only a simple room filled with books, plus a table and a bench. "Rabbi," asked the tourist, "where is your furniture?"

    "Where is yours?" replied Hofetz Chaim.

    "Mine?" asked the puzzled American. "But I'm only a visitor here. I am only passing through."

    "So am I," said the rabbi."

     And so are we all. One moment you are studying drama in high school and suddenly you are 69 years old and wondering if you should retire. "Pay attention," a wise friend of mine once said, "This will all be over in the blink of an eye."

    With that in mind, I want to make the best of my remaining days on earth before they disappear like dust blown away by the wind. I have found myself led by God to a contemplative lifestyle, and one of the benefits of that process has been a slowing down of time. The more attention you pay to what's important in your life, the longer it seems to last. When you are too busy paying attention to minutiae the big things pass by you in a blur.

       One way of intensifying attention is by stripping away distractions. That's why I am planning to hike the Camino Portuguese from Tui to Santiago this September. A few years ago, the Executive Director of Maryknoll Lay Missioners (MKLM) sent out a reflection on St. James' feast day (July 25) in which he spoke about the Camino to Santiago (relics of St. James are in the cathedral in Santiago). It is one of three major pilgrimages in the Catholic Church (the other two are to Rome and to Jerusalem). I had never heard about it before, but reading that reflection resonated deeply within me. I knew I wanted to do it, even if I wasn't sure why.

    Mary made a deal with me: she would go with me on the Camino for a week, if we spent the following week going to places in Spain where she would like to go.  In a week, walking from Tui to Santiago, I will travel over 100 kilometers, which would qualify me for a compostella, a religious certificate saying that I have completed the pilgrimage. Plus after a week of hiking, I think I will be ready for some old-fashioned tourism.

     The thing about hiking the Camino in Spain on vacation is that I will be away from work and away from my daily routine. Looking at a guide to the Camino Portuguese, I should be hiking from 10 to 12 miles each day, except the last day, which will be over 15 miles. There won't be much pressing on my mind beyond taking each step, looking around, and dealing with whatever thoughts and emotions arise.

    We originally made plans to go in September 2020, but then Covid changed our plans. This year, I feel things will be settled enough where we will feel comfortable going. I also don't want to wait too long, because as I noted above, I am 69 years old and will turn 70 in November. I have been keeping a walking regimen, and feel I should be able to handle the hike, but that may change, so the sooner the better. Mary originally wanted to do some of the hiking with me, but it appears she won't be up to the physical challenge.

    The plan is to stay in hotels. Each morning I would go off on my hike and Mary would look about the town before taking a taxi to meet me for lunch along the way. After lunch, she would take a taxi to the town where we would spend the night. I may be walking with my friend from work, Maryknoll Lay Missioner Deborah Northern. Debbie would be very helpful, because she is fluent in Spanish, while Mary and I are not. 

    In preparation, I joined the member organization American Pilgrims on the Camino, and last fall I hiked with some of the members along the Hudson River. We walked from Tarrytown to Yonkers, about 12 miles. I had no problems, which convinced me this is doable. I also had my first experience walking with people who have walked the Camino, and they were the friendliest, most encouraging, and nicest bunch of people you could walk with. I hope to do a couple more hikes with them before September.

    I also posted a question about our mixed taxi/walking plan on their Facebook site, and I received much encouragement there as well, including one person who offered to talk to me via phone about her "taxi Camino" experience. The more I read and learn about the Camino experience, the more apparent that this is a journey that changes the lives of most people who do it. Many people hike the Camino multiple times. They also have a strong sense of community, because if ever someone needs help along the way, there is another person who will do their best to help. There are many stories of complete strangers reaching out to someone in need.

    I don't know how I will feel afterwards. But I think that this hike will be an important, spiritual experience, and I very well may meet people that will be friends for life. I am excited by the possibilities.

    So for a week, I hope to be just passing through Spain, one step at a time, learning something about a place I've never been and about the people I meet on the way. I will be walking my first pilgrimage, and I hope to tell you about it this fall.

    Meanwhile, I hope you have a safe journey on your pilgrimage through life, and that you find wisdom and joy at the end of it. ¡Buen Camino!


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