Reflections

It's Not About Me

“The one who is more powerful than I is coming after me; I am not worthy to stoop down and untie the thong of his sandal.” (Mark1;1-8l) This is the root of John’s message. He preached about someone else, someone who would come after him. The Baptist was not interested in the limelight. He was not interested in praise or adulation. He was interested in preparing the way!

Though our consumer society bombards us with material goods that will ensure happiness we know that true happiness comes from within, from a sense of wellbeing and self-worth. Our call is to allow ourselves to be consumed by the person of Jesus, the one preached by the Baptist. And in being consumed we will burn.

In Barbara Fiand’s book, “On Becoming Who We Are”, she reflects on a story told by the Persian mystic Rumi about Moses overhearing a shepherd at prayer. The shepherd was willing to help God in any way possible from washing God’s clothes to tending his sheep and goats. As the story goes Moses chastises the shepherd for being so naive about the nature of God. Terrified by Moses’ reaction the shepherd repents and wanders the desert. God intervenes and questions Moses about HIS treatment of the shepherd. God told Moses that phraseology or language are not what is important:

 “I want burning, burning. Those who pay attention
to ways of behaving and speaking are one sort. 
Lovers who burn are another.”

Moses runs off looking for the shepherd and finds him in the depth of a mystical union - united to the Holy One in deepest love. (pp. 52-53)           

Rumi’s story has stayed with me. Especially when a person I am counseling experiences release from some dark personal desert and is led to fuller life we both rejoice and I am so aware of God working in me. It is not about me, it is not rigid teaching, or pious platitudes but as the psalmist says it is an invitation to listen deeply while trusting the intuition of another. “Let me hear what God the Lord will speak". (p. 85)

Peter’s gentle invitation is simply asking us to be at peace while waiting for a new heaven and a new earth. Clearly we are to live these Advent days in joyful anticipation. With Mary may we walk with deep interior peace, and a serenity of spirit knowing that the Almighty is doing great things in us. Mary knew how to receive and how to hold spiritual gifts, and she knew that they had to be given away to be maintained, deepened and understood. For Mary, it was all about the child she was to birth.

Reflection:                   

  • How would I describe BURNING in my heart ?
  • How is the manner in which I live each day reflective of Mary’s openness to the unexpected?                       

Pat Hogan CSJ                                                  

 

 

Longing for the Light

Within the cycle of the seasons, we know that now is a time when more darkness surrounds us, wrapping us in a black shroud that causes our energies to wane. The first day of winter, December 21st, marks the time of year when the darkness will give way to the light. Together with all of creation in our Northern Hemisphere, we remember that this longest night of the year is a promising sign that the sun will return to lengthen our days.

Nature has much to teach us about light and darkness:

  • Experiencing the radiance of the sun lifts our spirits.

  • It is a delight to see a rainbow of magnificent colour arch across a once stormy sky.

  • We are filled with wonder and awe, as we look up to see the silvery moon and the vast array of diamond-like stars, against a grey-black back drop.

  • Fireflies flitting past us create sparks of light in an otherwise dark night.

The paradox of the process of transformation is that although we need light for our life’s journey we also need darkness. Our body was formed in the darkness of our mother’s womb.  When we are born, we enter into the light where we grow and change. The intertwining of light and darkness is the pattern for the rest of our lives. Waiting anxiously in the darkness of night, we yearn for the first glimmer of the light of dawn. After a trying, bleak day, the hues of brilliant colour that appear on the horizon as the sun sets, offer hope for a brighter tomorrow. During this reflective time of day, perhaps we will recall our mortality when our earthly life will end, in the seeming darkness of death, and we will be drawn into the eternal light of our loving God. 

As we begin Advent, we long for the Light of Christ to dispel our inner darkness of weariness, disillusionment, and despair. As we move through the four weeks leading up to Christmas, more light appears on our Advent wreathes until the Christ candle brilliantly shines out. Christ, Our Hope, is the everlasting Light which no darkness can overcome.

Ponderings:

Where do you find light when you experience deep darkness in your life?

How are you a Christ-light in the darkness of other people’s lives?

 Kathleen O’Keefe CSJ

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Ego: Gentle Friend, Combative Foe

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Not so long ago I stumbled upon two people feeling misunderstood about an issue that started innocently enough but ended in a road block. I quickly go drawn into the conversation. The resolution seemed fairly uncomplicated to my way of thinking; once both parties understood the needs and circumstances surrounding the issue they would gladly come on board.

What seemed uncomplicated and straightforward quickly became complex and divisive. I noticed that I was taking sides and had become angry and defensive.   Interior peace was replaced with indignation. Relationships became emotionally charged. Distance replaced easy companionship and my energy was dissipated.

What originally was a question now became a dispute, and my false self was in control. It was at this point that I stepped back, acknowledged my feelings which were firing on all cylinders, and were influencing other unrelated situations. I was not at peace.

My true self, my gentle and undivided self, began to exert itself. I took some deep breaths, sat quietly and listened to my heart. In this peaceful environment I faced myself, and my need to be right, became aware of the pain/distress I was causing others and a deep down desire for healing.

I quickly regained peace of heart and a longing to make amends with those I had hurt and distanced myself. At this point my true self, my ego, led me on a path of peace and reconciliation.

My question: when will I ever learn?

Ann Marshall CSJ

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I am what I am because of who we are together.

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Today, October 19th is Mission Sunday in the church. It calls us to think more globally and maybe even for a few moments insert ourselves into the lives of our brothers and sisters around the world.

When I was approaching 60 years of age, I knew that something was stirring inside which I had to pay attention to. I believed that I was being called to something more!!!! I wanted to go to the edge and make a difference. I felt if I did not respond to this intuitive feeling it may never happen again.

Not knowing what this call to the more really meant I began to pray with a favorite passage of scripture from Jeremiah. “I know the plans I have in mind for you – plans for peace not disaster – building a future full of hope and then I waited for clarity.

I was led to Scarboro Missions and missioned to join the team in Malawi, located in Central Africa. My ministry was at St. Peter’s secondary school teaching life skills and social studies. I went to the missions with great energy and fervor and I was going to change the world. But it was I who was changed!!!

As a high extrovert, it was easy to become immersed in the life of the students and staff at the school and I found it very life-giving. Of course the teaching was a challenge since I was not a teacher by profession but I managed – and the students even passed!!!!     

In preparing this article, I came across an African proverb that I want to share with you -

“The African world is about our living as one family, belonging to God.” And, it goes on to say “I am because we are.”

Family is the central point of life for the Malawian people and their deep faith and trust in God to provide for them is such a strong reality. Given the many hardships they face on a daily basis their deep faith in this God they love is so profound that I was often left speechless. They too have hopes of a better life for their families, dreams of education for their children and longings for a more just distribution of the world’s resources.

Many families struggle to find school fees for their children so they can attend school as there is a belief that the only way out of poverty is to have an education. Students walked miles to attend school and often came without anything for lunch.

I found myself watching the kids to see if I could figure out why they were so happy with so little. I saw their joy expressed as they chatted together or worked on a mathematics problem or were playing on the soccer field. I learned that a simple expression of joy can lift the spirits of everyone. 

I was humbled when some students who were living with me would suggest that we pray together and share about a passage of scripture. Their relationship with God was personal and alive and I learned a lot from these young people.

The longer that I lived with and among the Malawian people I grew in my own awareness that is was not about what I was doing in ministry but is was about how I was being in relationship with all those who came into my life.

It was my opportunity to meet God within the other and there was always time ‘to loiter with intention’. Life is lived at a slower pace and I certainly came to like this way of going about my day.

As I reflect on my experience in Malawi, one of the things that became quite clear while I was living there is that I grew in my awareness that we are sisters and brothers to each other. This heightened consciousness of solidarity with others different than myself was certainly important for me as I sought out a ministry of meaning here in Windsor. I am currently volunteering at the refugee office and feel at my best when I am chatting with refugees from Palestine, Senegal, Bosnia or Liberia. I know this would not be the case had I not lived within another culture where I was embraced as a sister! (small ‘s’)

Since my return I have often reflected on the words of that African proverb – “I am what I am because of who we are together.” This was a gift of my 6 years with and among the people of Malawi…and my prayer is that this new consciousness will carry me into the remaining days of my life.

In closing, I would like to invite you to go to that place within where God dwells and listen again to these words from Jeremiah:

“I know the plans I have in mind for you –– plans for peace, not disaster, reserving a future full of hope for you. Then when you call to me and come to plead with me, I will listen to you. When you seek me you shall find me. When you seek me with all your heart, I will let you find me…..it is Yahweh who speaks.”

Ann MacDonald, CSJ