Monday, September 19, 2022
Reflections About a Camino
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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