Showing posts with label St. Paul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Paul. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

the motives of my heart


I’m a night owl. So it’s no surprise that I love stargazing. On a dark night, even from my urban backyard, I’m awed by the constellations above me—and my imagination becomes fascinated by all that is there that I cannot see. 


planetarium photo
The other day at daily Mass, I heard St. Paul warning the Corinthians to refrain from making judgments on one another, for when “the Lord comes…He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness.” He will make known “the motives of our hearts.”

Yet even as I heard the words, I was distracted by the woman sitting across from me, making noises and whispering words. I was annoyed. I mean, doesn't she know how to behave at church? The Mass went on, but my distraction grew. It wasn't until we lined up for communion and I glanced at her once again that I noticed her wet face, a single tear on her cheek, and the way her head was completely bowed in reverence.

More often than I care to admit, I judge someone based on the few stars that are visible to my simple-minded eyes. I not only dismiss a person based on how they’re dressed, what they drive, or by their accent—I harden my heart with a snap judgment on their life. 


moon through the trees in my backyard
"He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness.”

[this post in an edited version was first posted here]

Friday, May 10, 2013

if a picture is worth a thousand words...


The Areopagus and the Acropolis in Athens

Standing at the Areopagus overlooking the Acropolis was a dreamlike experience.

In classical times, the “Rock of Ares” or Areios Pagos, north-west of the Acropolis, functioned as the high Court of Appeal for criminal and civil cases in Athens.

To my right , the famous collection of ancient Greek  buildings on the hill, including the Parthenon.  In front and to my left, the modern city of Athens.

It was not difficult to picture the Apostle Paul standing on this sacred rock, delivering his speech to the Athenians. I closed my eyes, felt the June warmth and the wind across my face, and imagined Paul saying:
“You Athenians, I see that in every respectyou are very religious.For as I walked around looking carefully at your shrines,
I even discovered an altar inscribed, ‘To an Unknown God.’
What therefore you unknowingly worship, I proclaim to you. 
The God who made the world and all that is in it,the Lord of heaven and earth…it is he who gives to everyone life and breath and everything.He made from one the whole human raceto dwell on the entire surface of the earth,
and he fixed the ordered seasons and the boundaries of their regions,
so that people might seek God,
even perhaps grope for him and find him,
though indeed he is not far from any one of us. 
For ‘In him we live and move and have our being,’as even some of your poets have said.” 

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If a picture speaks a thousand words, how much better is it to be in the picture? 
Imagine --not only reading Scripture, but standing where Jesus stood and being where Mother Mary lived.



Come and see for yourself -- join national missionary Fr. Bruce Nieli and I on a pilgrimage of Israel and Turkey, walking in the Footsteps of Mother Mary!


Questions? Contact me: mymaria@me.com  


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Upcoming pilgrimage: in the Footsteps of Mother Mary!


Wailing Wall, Jerusalem, 2012

Have you ever dreamt of seeing and walking where Jesus and His Mother lived? Do you want a chance to experience the Gospel stories through your own eyes?

Why don't you join me? 

From November 4 to 16, 2013, my dear friend and Paulist priest Fr. Bruce Nieli and I will be leading a pilgrimage to Israel and Turkey, where we will visit the sites of all major milestones in Mary's life and, therefore, in Jesus' story.

Because of obvious political unrest, the only place we will not be able to visit is Egypt, where the Holy Family migrated during Jesus' early years.

Our journey -- In the Footsteps of Mother Mary-- will begin in Nazareth, celebrating Mass at the site of the Incarnation. Yes, the place where the Angel Gabriel appeared to Mary, saying:
Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus.” 
We'll experience the region surrounding the Sea of Galilee, where so many of the Gospel stories take place--including Capernaum, the Mount of Beatitudes, and Sepphoris, birth site of Mary's parents, Anna and Joachim.

on replica boat, Sea of Galilee, 2012

If that's not enough to get you excited, our pilgrimage will include Bethlehem, Ein Karem (birth place of John the Baptist and site of Mary's visit with Elizabeth), the Jordan River, floating in the Dead Sea, and the barren desert, where Jesus went to pray for 40 days before beginning his ministry.

We'll also spend three days experiencing the holy sites of Jerusalem before flying to Izmir, Turkey, through Istanbul. If you're wondering why we've included Turkey, let me explain.

Mary's house, Ephesus

A few years ago I had the blessed opportunity to visit Ephesus, where tradition tells us Mother Mary lived the final years of her life with the Apostle John as her companion. Mary's home is a humble stone house where the presence of God was as tangible as rock. The grave and baptistery of St. John the Evangelist, to whom Jesus entrusted his mother, are on a nearby hill. 

Meryem, as Mother Mary is named in Turkish, is honored as the mother of Jesus and as an example of “purity and beauty, like a beautiful flower.” Her home is considered a holy site for Muslims, who, like Catholics, are encouraged to practice the spiritual practice of making pilgrimages.

I learned that Mary’s House in Ephesus is, therefore, the most important site in the world common to both Christians and Muslims.

When planning this pilgrimage walking In the Footsteps of Mother Mary, I could not ignore this important and holy site. 

Ephesus, city centre, façade of library

Five miles away from Mary's house survives the actual city of Ephesus, where the third ecumenical council of the Church took place in 431. On my visit, I stood in awe at the layers of history and centuries of faith tradition that color that landscape. 

The impressive two story façade of the Library of Celsus, built in 114-117 AD. The remains of a temple built in honor of Hadrian’s visit to the city in 123 AD. And underneath the Roman columns and stone paths that we walked, Greek ruins dating back to 1200 BC—all set on the foothills of Mt. Panayir (Pion) along what once was the shores of the Aegean Sea.

The largest archaeological site in Turkey and one of the most important in the world, Ephesus is one of the seven churches mentioned in the Book of Revelation. It was also visited by St. Paul on his second and third journeys, and it is there that he wrote his letter to the Galatians. 

From now on, I will be regularly posting here stories from my visits to these amazing sites -- hoping to get you excited and willing to join me in this wonderful upcoming pilgrimage! 

Old city, Jerusalem, 2012

If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please leave me a message here -- or contact me directly. And please, join me in praying for this pilgrimage starting now, may all who feel called to join us answer the call, and may God's will be glorified through it.

All I can add is, Y'allcome

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Living in Grace


[NOTE: Still in Milwaukee, and reflecting on some of the lessons I’ve learned—so far—from my almost two-year-old nietecita.]

Throughout the week, I have been pondering the concept of GRACE.



So after everyone went to bed, I googled the word and came up with several ideas:
  1. Grace is God's unmerited favor.
  2. It is kindness from God we don't deserve.
  3. There is nothing we have done, nor can ever do to earn this favor.
  4. It is a gift from God.
  5. God gives his Grace to us free of charge.
  6. All God encourages us to do is that we receive his Grace and walk by Grace.
I also learned that St. Paul calls the gospel of Grace a mystery. And the Catechism of the Catholic Church emphasizes that:
Grace is favor, the free and undeserved help that God gives us to respond to his call to become children of God, adoptive sons, partakers of the divine nature and of eternal life. Grace is a participation in the life of God.
It stikes me that artists clearly understand Grace as a gift, a mystery, an undeserved help that shapes their writing, their form or creation. As painter Alfonse Borysewicz notes in his essay, "Naked Grace" in IMAGE, the journal:
I feel that my painting, maneuvered by grace, has led me to a physical theology, that is, inspiration given form and color.

If Grace is a participation in the life of God—and all God encourages us to do is to receive his Grace and walk by Grace, then it seems to me that our children and grandchildren are perhaps our best teachers of what this means.

What I witness when I am with Elena, is a child with such complete trust and confidence in her mom and dad’s complete love for her, no matter what, that everything she does, says, and lives is based on freedom and self-assurance. Elena has, without a doubt, already experienced the fullest meaning of God's Grace.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

All that I cannot see


I’m a night owl. So it’s no surprise that I love stargazing. On a dark night, even from my urban backyard, I’m awed by the constellations above me—and my imagination becomes fascinated by all that is there that I cannot see. 



The other day at daily Mass, I heard St. Paul warning the Corinthians to refrain from making judgments on one another, for when “the Lord comes…He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness.” He will make known “the motives of our hearts.”

Yet even as I heard the words, I was distracted by the woman sitting across from me, making noises and whispering words. I was annoyed. I mean, doesn't she know how to behave at church? The Mass went on, but my distraction grew. It wasn't until we lined up for communion and I glanced at her once again that I noticed her wet face, a single tear on her cheek, and the way her head was completely bowed in reverence.

More often than I care to admit, I judge someone based on the few stars that are visible to my simple-minded eyes. I not only dismiss a person based on how they’re dressed, what they drive, or by their accent—I harden my heart with a snap judgment on their life. 

sun over No. Padre Island

"He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness.”