Buddha, sitting under a bodhi tree, deep in meditation, touching the earth at the moment of awakening.  What a sight to behold!  How often we think of enlightenment as some far-out, ethereal, other-worldly experience that only gurus attain, but the story of this human person suggests that the journey to awareness is actually quite close at hand (cf. Deut 30:14).  For the Buddha it was the posture of his body, a specific kind of tree, the rhythm of his breathing, and literally touching the ground on which he sat.  I wonder if my kitchen table, seat on the bus, vegetable garden, office cubicle or classroom desk could be places of transcendence, where the one is known not over and above but precisely through the many (cf. Mk 12:28-31).  I wonder if my five senses might serve as an exciting incarnational playground where time and eternity meet and constantly bring forth new expressions of life.  Whatever the case may be, my name is also Buddha and my destiny is sharing in the full flourishing of the human experience.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

English muffins are excellent meditations on the human soul.  Our memories and emotions and imaginations and minds and hearts contain a plethora of tiny “nooks and crannies” that are just begging to be filled.  Perhaps our inner English muffin has not been properly split and we are stuck in a closed-off state where we feel empty and unfulfilled.  Or, perhaps we have allowed entities other than sweet jellies and honeys to take up residence in these inner rooms.  Whatever the case may be, we can always start afresh and be like Jesus whose constantly expanding “nooks and crannies” house the most precious entity possible, people, like you and me, for whom he has prepared a place (Jn 14:2-3).  Let’s therefore not grow weary of inviting guests into our souls, for it is by their presence that we shall come to know the sweetness of the divine guest who rejoices in a full house (Lk 15:20-24).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Have you ever seen one of those Russian doll sets?  When you open the large wooden doll, there is a smaller one inside, and a smaller one inside of that doll, and so on, until you get to the final doll at the center.  I wonder if this is a good analogy for our spiritual lives: while we may play Russian doll with the various things we encounter in this world – unmasking them one layer at a time with our intellectual powers – we ourselves must learn how to be uncovered.  Indeed, our deep dignity is the doll at the center of this drama and our beloved is eager to find us beneath all of our stuff!  Our beloved, however, doesn’t just strip us down but allows us to participate in this process by inviting us through circumstances that, because we are willing to walk through them, slowly peel away our exterior.  The result is the grace of being seen for who we really are, a precious doll in the sight of her maker (Is 62:4-5).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

It’s funny how our attitudes about things change as we are drawn further and further along the path of life.  I have this friend who is a brilliant intellectual – and a devout secularist.  When we would gather together, thinking that there was some religious deficiency in him that jeopardized his salvation, I would try to steer our conversations in a way that would help him “see the truth.”  How awkward it is for me to admit that!  Many years have now passed, however, and it is obvious to me that he was the one preaching the gospel in our relationship – by his patience, his humility, his respect for me, his willingness to withhold judgment, and his faithfulness to the deeper calling of our friendship.  The next time, therefore, I think I am doing someone a favor by bringing them to Jesus, let me pause for a moment, say a prayer for guidance, and perhaps discover that Jesus is bringing me to them.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

“The Same Inside” by Anna Swir

Constitution 2: Mission with revised and updated language to speak specifically to Holy Cross Educators…Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Here’s a nifty prayer we can start saying:  Wow.  The sun rises as we emerge from our sleep, wow.  We pull a pan of warm muffins out of the oven at breakfast time, wow.  A single finger on the ignition button starts our car, wow.  A stranger smiles in our direction on the way to work, wow.  Our favorite poem comes to mind in the middle of the day, wow.  We can hear our breath as we climb the stairs into our home, wow.  And the list goes on, wow!  The decision to acknowledge the mystery of life, one small wow moment at a time, in the ordinary circumstances of our daily routines, becomes a way of being, and we become healthy human beings, children of the living God, who are freed from the need to be the center of it all, as we open up in gratitude to the gift of life.  Let’s wow today, let’s wow tomorrow, let’s wow forever, as we walk wowfully together into a future full of hope.  Wow.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. Wow.

“When uncertain, do nothing.”  This maxim has been helping people to take ownership of their spiritual lives for centuries.  While we tell ourselves that we do not have time to discern and that we must simply issue a decision in the midst of pressure-filled circumstances, our restlessness and dissatisfaction with the outcome are sure signs that our process remains distant from the ground of being who cannot but bring clarity, certainty and stability to our lives.  It is probably the case that our impulsive actions are rooted in fear.  Do we really believe in the living God?  Do we really accept our creatureliness?  Do we really desire to make lifegiving and durable choices?  The next time we are faced with a complicated situation, therefore, let’s resist the urge to act without first listening to the voice of the beloved.  Indeed, the great winds, the earthquakes and the fires will all pass, and, when the time is right, that “still small voice” will speak and make us sure-footed on the one true path that leads to life (1 Kings 19:11-18).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

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Have you ever been in a fist fight? It’s a surreal experience that lays bare millions of years of evolution that we all carry around in our psyches and cells.  Indeed, beneath our easy-going personalities and the daily masks we wear is an insecure and fragile human person who is desperate to survive.  While we may feel guilty about trying to punch somebody’s lights out or ashamed of having someone knock us around in front of a crowd, at least a fight is honest.  Let’s therefore admit our dissatisfaction with the false sense of safety that a tax bracket or a zip code or a social status affords us. Let’s end the practice of redirecting these uncomfortable instincts toward some socially acceptable outlet like alcohol or pornography, and instead feel this deep primal identity within. Let’s look to Jesus whose willingness to recognize the tension within himself (Mt 10:34-35) allowed him to be reconciled with his own existence (Mt 26:39).  Let’s pray for hands that serve other people precisely through the clenched fists of our creatureliness. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

The number “6” has been considered an evil number since ancient times.  In the Jewish mind, it is a tragic reminder of imperfection, lacking completeness and failing to achieve wholeness (symbolized by its neighbor on the number line, seven).  From a theological point of view, the problem is divorcing those rigorous and all-consuming six days of work (Gen 1:1-31) from the deep sabbath rest which grounds them and gives them meaning (Gen 2:2-3).  How often have I lost the forest for the trees?  When have I gone down the proverbial rabbit hole of intellection at the expense of an enduring and transcendent telos?  Have I ever actually trusted enough in the eternal sabbath to experience a peace that lasts?  Let’s spend the week meditating upon the mystery of the one who works on the sabbath without contradiction and without apology (Jn 5:17), and in doing so become people whose active engagement in the life of the world actually leads to rest.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

The word Easter is based on the fact that the sun rises in the east.  Considering that we are treated to a glorious and beautiful dawn each morning, it’s as if the natural world is just begging us to soften our skepticism and become increasingly attuned to the miraculous nature of life.  Let’s therefore treat this solemn and holy feast not as some other-worldly in-breaking, but as a friend reminding us that the grace which constantly abounds (Rom 5:20) is our destiny.  May every morning and every moment of every day thus be a resurrection, and may we, through the act of faith in the resurrection, come to know the fullness of life (Jn 10:10).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

“Easter” by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Constitution 1 God’s Call for Holy Cross Educators…Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Making sauce is a sacred ritual in Italian-American homes across the country.  Olive oil, onions, garlic, salt, hot pepper seeds, tomatoes, fresh basil, sausage, ground beef, and a little sugar to cut down on the acid.  No recipes allowed!  Just a relationship with each of these ingredients and a desire to extend love and hospitality to our families on easy Sunday afternoons.  Let’s entrust all of the various elements of our complex human lives to the hands of the master chef who will spend as many years as it takes to make of us a perfect sauce capable of nourishing others and creating family wherever we go (cf. Jer 18:6).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Schizophrenia is regarded as a tragic personality condition that makes it practically impossible for human thriving.  Literally meaning, “broken mind,” a schizophrenic person, because of genetic predisposition and experiences of emotional trauma, loses touch with reality, struggling to survive in a constant state of disorientation among the mental shadows.  While this diagnosis may seem like a death sentence, perhaps it could instead serve as an invitation to serious discipleship:  embracing the brokenness of Jesus (Gal 2:19-20), hoping against hope in resurrected life (Rom 4:18), learning to choose reality (Ps 1:1-2), becoming humble (Phil 2:7-8), and trusting in the living God amidst it all (Prov 3:5).  Indeed, when the eternal pattern of dying to self and being raised to new life is established in the soul of a schizophrenic person, a broken mind is transformed into a beautiful mind that bears witness to the healing power of the truth in our lives.  Let’s therefore accompany our schizophrenic sisters and brothers in solidarity by finding creative ways for the spirit to enter our wounds and make something beautiful of our brokenness.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Children are often our best teachers in the spiritual life.  Because their intellectual structures are not yet fully developed, they do not get stuck in the same logical traps that we adults do.  Rather, children necessarily live by the spirit, showing emotion, being honest, feeling deeply, giving freely, and letting things go.  It is no wonder then that Jesus proclaims children as heirs to eternal life! (Lk 18:16).  The next time therefore we start taking ourselves too seriously, or are tempted to pull a power-move on a colleague, or simply get in the habit of going through the motions of daily life, let’s not forget that we were once children ourselves and that our salvation is nothing more than the slow work of remembering this child-like identity, our deepest and most authentic self.  Indeed, out of the mouths of such babes and infants (Ps 8:2) the whole world shall be reborn (Jn 3:1-10).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

You may be familiar with a certain sari-clad nun who was known for serving the poorest of the poor in the streets of her mission country.  She apparently kept two coins in her pocket that she would rub together throughout the day, explaining that, just like the relationships among the sisters in her religious community, it is the friction and grinding that makes them shiny.  The next time, therefore, we are tempted to withdraw from colleagues, spouses, friends, or any other person because of a painful interaction or an uncomfortable experience, let’s remember that it is precisely in having our faces set “like flint against a stone” (Is 50:7) that our hard exterior may be broken up and some new person revealed.  May we thus trust the circumstances into which the divine hand has chosen to place our souls, and may we be generous and open in the way that we give and receive such rubbing.  We shall “shine like the stars of heaven” (Dan 12:3) with the one who was ground down for our sake (Is 53:5).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

“The thing about money,” says a friend of mine, “is that you can either have not enough of it…or too much!”  Money, indeed, has a way of captivating the human heart (1 Tim 6:10).  It is instant power, leverage, influence, and control.  Perhaps we stockpile cash or investments under the delusion that we may need them one day, or we rationalize that we have earned them or deserve to have them – all the while our souls grow distant from the source of life who insists that we do not need to store up riches for ourselves (Mt 6:26) and that our vulnerability will be met with great care, if only we trusted!  During this season of self-awareness, therefore, let’s find quiet and creative ways to share our wealth with friends and neighbors in the communities that surround us.  Like playing the stock market, we shall discover that people grow in miraculous ways and bear unexpected dividends when someone takes the time to invest in them.  We shall thus learn to deal in a spiritual currency that actually increases in value the more we spend it (Acts 3:6).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Have you ever seen a bird build a nest for its chicks?  It is an intricate process that includes foraging, sorting, weaving, and shaping.  Birds demonstrate great patience and adaptability in constructing, one item at a time, these masterpieces!  I wonder if this is a fitting metaphor for the human soul.  We spend a lifetime gathering memories, ideas, and experiences that, when arranged intentionally, just might form a structure capable of receiving new life.  Let’s therefore slow down during these next forty days and remember how much our Lord respected birds (Mt 6:26).  Let’s be little like a bird and work diligently like a bird.  Let’s allow all of our interior twigs and straw and otherwise refuse to become a place where our beloved may come and dwell (Jn 15:4).  Let’s build this nest, let’s learn to fly!  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

“You have to give it away to keep it” is the trustworthy logic behind any authentic human spirituality.  Situated at the constant nexus point of time and eternity, we human persons are only ever satisfied by such a paradox.  Indeed, the continual process of dying as an ever-expanding gateway to new life is the pattern, or one might say the dance, that allows us to finally experience peace and understand the meaning of life.  It’s no wonder then that Jesus insists that we must lose our lives in order to save them (Mt 10:39), that a seed must entrust itself entirely to the earth in order to bear fruit (Jn 12:24), and that he must in fact surrender his body fully in this life in order to possess it fully in the next (Mk 8:31).  The next time, therefore, we are tempted to become needy, greedy, obsessive, complacent or lukewarm in our spiritual lives, let’s pause to remember that the open hand which gives is the same open hand which receives – that you have to give it away to keep it.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

I got a tattoo.  It’s a funny thing to have someone holding a needle to your skin, inking your body, using words like “forever” and “permanent” and “indelible.”  I used to think:  No way!  There’s a biblical prohibition against that kind of thing!  My body is a temple of the Holy Spirit!  No way!  But the time simply came to get a tattoo, so my best friend and I sat in a chair and made a memory that will remind us of our friendship from across the geography – and it wasn’t that big of a deal!  Maybe our tattoo will be a part of the resurrection of the body one day, maybe it will be unrecognizable billions of years from now, but maybe we shouldn’t worry about it.  The important thing is to remember that we exist in a cosmic tattoo parlor in which the divine hand is constantly looking for creative ways to keep us still enough long enough so that the words of life may be etched into our hearts (Jer 31:33).  We shall thus greet one another when we meet in the kingdom by exclaiming, “I got a tattoo!”  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

“Snow Day!”  These blessed words have electrified the souls of half-sleeping children across the country for generations.  If we recall our own time in school, we can probably remember the feeling of anticipation of a day-off as the snow storm neared.  Just the thought of going from the stress of homework assignments, tests, gym class, sports practice, and riding the bus to a leisurely day in my pajamas still sends a jolt of excitement through my veins!  I wonder if this is what grace is like: the unexpectedness, the giftedness, and the positive emotions.  Perhaps a snow day approximates the sheer joy and freedom of resurrected life, a shocking revelation after the weight of the preceding days.  We might even compare such a radical shift from tediousness into rest to our salvation which is nothing more than passing over from the drama of this life to the eternal sabbath of the next.  However we choose to celebrate a day off from school, or any other welcomed surprise, let’s not forget to offer a prayer of gratitude for the constant goodness that flows from the divine hand into our human experience.  May we, indeed, have the wisdom to identify daily snow-day-moments and be reminded of the miraculous nature of life.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

A new reflection on what it means to be a Holy Cross Educator in an emerging church and world – Ave Crux Spes Unica!

Closeness is the language spoken by the “one whom our hearts love” (Song 3:1), while feeling is the way that we listen to those welcomed words.  How easy it is to get lost in the super-structures of religious categories and theological concepts.  Indeed, spending our days in the safe domain of intellectually-deduced definitions and abstractions, our hearts slowly grow weary and we become dissatisfied with the caricature of the divine that our minds have produced.  Nevertheless, when the time is right – and we will know when! – we shall make the turn into the one who wants to be close, we shall become willing to take the risk of feeling at the deepest level of our souls.  This “inner room” and “secret place” (cf. Mt 6:6), where closeness and feeling meet in a definitive way (Ps 85:10), is our salvation (Ps 27:1).  Let us therefore ask for the grace to remember what it is like to feel close and the courage to move toward that fire.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

The asymmetry of the two hemispheres of the brain provides a helpful analogy for the human person.  Left and Right are not rivals competing with one another for control of the body, but distinct dimensions of consciousness that need one another for full participation in reality.  Indeed, the perception of the whole through the Right is validated when all of the texture and detail is articulated and grafted on by the Left.  At the same time, the Left is stuck in an endless cycle of grasping at and latching onto random stimuli until the Right offers the big picture as the blueprint for sensory engagement.  While dualistic thinking and living is the default position of our fallen condition – a constant “versus” mentality – we come away again and again dissatisfied.  We are thus called to a life of Left and Right (cf. Gal 3:28), where, through the crucible of reconciliation and the process of integration (cf. Col 1:20), a single Christic experience emerges in us.  Let’s therefore learn to be comfortable with our Left brain not knowing what our Right brain is doing (Mt 6:3) in the hopes of developing a beautiful interior partnership that images the trust and love of the one who sits on both right and left at one and the same time (Mk 16:19).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

There is a little man, or maybe a little woman, who sits on the throne of our minds as we try to make our way through life.  Filled with all sorts of messages, this little person, like a broken record, tries to call the shots: you’re too fat, you’re too old, you’re not smart enough, do this, do that, go here, go there, etc.  Inevitably and unfortunately, we find ourselves cowering in some corner of our souls, allowing our vital exigence to be extinguished while the little person grows fat at our expense.  Nevertheless, Jesus invites us again and again to exit this pattern (Mk 1:17, Mt 9:9), and when we do make the decision to respond to the voice of the one who actually cares for us, instead of the false one who works in fear and shame, we move in a direction that confers life and holds that little person accountable.  Indeed, our willingness to take a risk and allow ourselves to be led into uncertainty – as intense and difficult as that may be – forces our inner throne to pledge allegiance to some greater entity.  In this way, we shall serve as humble and loving levers for the conversion and salvation of even our enemies (Mt 5:43-48).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

“And Samuel hacked King Agag to pieces…” (1 Sam 15:33).  While this historical episode may sound barbaric, the passage functions in an allegorical way to convey the necessity of bringing spiritual tasks to their rightful ending point (cf. Jn 19:30).  How often do we instead let things slide?  How often do we hold back?  How often do we nurture a false hope that things will just magically change on their own?  Indeed, if we are serious about living an authentic spiritual life, we will not be afraid to lay the ax to the root of our inner habits and trust that some new reality will grow forth in our souls.  The more we naively play with those invasive interior species, however, the more susceptible we will become to their cunning and deceptive ways.  Let’s therefore heed the call to repentance (Mk 1:15) and, in doing so, cultivate weed-free hearts where all obstacles to love are hacked away (Mt 13:24-30).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!  

Start the new year off with a reflection on what it means to be a Holy Cross Educator in an evolving church and world.

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Please, Lord, make me humble.  Take me to that low place.  Help me to see the way you see and feel the way you feel.  Give me the grace to accept the slow process of becoming the person you call me to be.  Teach me to be patient with myself on this journey of discovery.  Enlarge my heart so that authenticity and truth prevail in all of my relationships and in all aspects of my life.  When old messages play in my brain, make me self-aware.  When painful memories are triggered, keep me grounded.  Fill me with the courage to bury the past and be excited about the possibilities that lie ahead.  You are my protector, my redeemer, my mother, my father, my brother, my sister, my friend, my life.  I love you and need you in the new year.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Let’s spend today contemplating the inner-Bethlehem of the human soul.  While there is lots of activity and fanfare constantly going on up there in that nearby religious metropolis, Bethlehem is a quiet and out-of-the-way place.  Literally meaning, “house of bread,” this town invites us into and nourishes us with a secret communion that the world does not see and cannot understand.  When we do discover how this deep place meets our deep needs, we shall learn to return to it again and again, allowing the intimacy of the-one-who-speaks-directly-with-us to unfold in the recesses of our hearts.  Perhaps this is in fact the meaning of the Word-made-flesh, that is, those eternal whispers taking on real contours and texture in our generous and trusting reception, born into history and time through us.  May this Christmas season therefore be a graced opportunity to remember that the glorious life, suffering, death and resurrection of Jesus began in an anonymous village and that our lives will only thrive when they have first been rooted in our inner-Bethlehem.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica! 

I was once sitting on a park bench across from a young woman who was patiently waiting for someone.  With a nervous smile on her face, her eyes looked off into the distance.  She conversed with a friend but her mind was obviously somewhere else.  When he finally arrived – it was her beloved – she erupted with joy, jumping up and down, embracing him, showering him with kisses, squeezing his face, totally elated.  Isn’t my heart constantly searching for this kind of contact?  Doesn’t this encounter sum up the meaning of my own existence?  Aren’t my various attachments in life just awkward ways of trying to get this vital need met?  Pause. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Indeed, this is the drama that is playing out within our souls this very moment. Let’s therefore quiet down, grow attentive, wait patiently, and be prepared to endure the nervous tension on whatever bench we find ourselves.  Then, when the time is right – AND IT WILL HAPPEN – we shall run out to meet our lover and rejoice (cf. Song 3:4, Jn 20:4).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

Here’s an interesting image to meditate upon during this time of year:  pieces of popcorn being slid down a needle and thread in an effort to decorate the Christmas tree.  Each kernel locks into place with a kind of precision and certainty that can remind us of how to proceed when holiday drama arises.  This person pushes our buttons, this person puts the bait out there, this person with the slight of hand, and this person is just plain belligerent.  If we are attentive to our spiritual lives, our inner thread will be a sure path for us to keep aligned and our affairs moving forward with logic and consistency amidst it all.  One day at a time, one step at a time, one thing at a time, our focus will prevail and we shall be left with a coherent experience while the world spins around us.  One has to think that this is how Jesus operated – those long nights in prayerful solitude paired with a clear mind and an uninterrupted sense of purpose (cf. Lk 6:12, Mt 14:23, Mk 6:46).  Let’s therefore spend the coming weeks being faithful to our personal paths to holiness, and in doing so, allow our thoughts, words, intentions, memories and emotions to be strung together in an elegant way worthy of decorating the Tree of Life (Rev 22:2).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Did you ever think about the fact that Jesus was neither a Sadducee, nor a Pharisee, nor a scribe?  He had been anointed by the very Spirit (Lk 3:22) – seemingly in private (v.21) – and lived out the deep feeling of being called by name by the living God without the trappings of institutional life (Lk 4:18).  Are we comfortable with our identity at this level?  Do we hold onto the illusion of power because we are insecure?  Do titles and rankings and outfits facilitate or obstruct our purpose in the world?  The next time we go to pronounce a judgment or pontificate, let’s pause, and, like Jesus, listen for that same Spirit.  We shall be led on paths we do not understand (Is 55:8-9), and perhaps mocked for not having official credentials (Jn 1:46), but we shall nevertheless live authentically and invite those who are lost in the world of religious symbolism to encounter the reality which they so ardently seek.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

Reflections on what it means to be a Holy Cross Educator in an evolving church and world…Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

The word “abomination” is a serious biblical term that sometimes gets thrown around carelessly in public religious discourse.  It might be best translated as “horrifying” or “disgusting” and is most often aimed at same-sex-attracted people (cf. Lev 18:22).  Nevertheless, a more rigorous exploration of the scriptural text reveals that there were lots of abominations in the ancient Jewish mind: eating shellfish (Lev 11:12), shaving (Lev 19:27), and getting a tattoo (Lev 19:28) to name a few.  In one way or another, each of these activities jeopardized the growth of the fledgling covenant community whose sole purpose was to establish a nation that could survive in adverse geopolitical conditions.  As the story of salvation has unfolded, however, the dignity of each person (Gen 1:26), beyond national identity or ethnic purity, has emerged as the focal point of authentic human living.  It has thus become increasingly clear that the real abomination is a heart that is “fat and gross” (Ps 119:70), when we choose pietism over communion with our sisters and brothers  (Lk 10:31-32), or any other behavior that keeps us from our deepest identity as children of the living God (1 Jn 4:19).  Let’s, therefore, have the courage to relinquish the moralism that has us obsessing about “specks” when there is a “beam” obstructing our own vision of things (Mt 7:3).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Repression is such a pitfall!  This desire scares me so I’ll push it back down.  This memory haunts me so I’ll just avoid it.  This emotion is painful so I’ll pretend it’s not there.  How long can this go on?  How much energy will we spend fighting against ourselves?  How does one live like that?!  The juxtaposition of the lost son with his repressed brother (Lk 15:11-32) says it all:  yes, living by the spirit may cause us to go astray for a period of time, but the alternative is a self-imposed prison that keeps us stuck for life.  Our willingness to feel our feelings and be vulnerable to the spirit – as messy as that may seem – is sufficient.  The living God will rejoice in our openness and draw us down paths that will align us and allow us to be integrated.  The next time, therefore, we are tempted to prove our “holiness” by tamping down our longing for life, let’s remember that Jesus specifically identifies prostitutes – not the self-controlled religious leaders – as the ones entering the kingdom (Mt 21:31).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Do you stand outside the fire?  It is an obvious place to be, especially if we have been through the painful experience of getting burned in the past, but it is not a long-term vision for human living.  I think of the angel with the fiery sword placed at the entrance to Eden (Gen 3:24), a purifying force that we must have the courage to eventually pass through as we, lost to sin, make the journey back to our inner gardens.  I think of Moses, a man who was scarred by the red-hot identity issues of his day, but who nevertheless returned to his raging homeland after the flaming bush taught him how to “burn without being consumed” (Ex 3:2).  I think of Christ crucified, his life “consummated” at the moment of death (Jn 19:30), sending down literal bursts of fire from beyond to remind us of our spiritual destinies (Act 2:3).  Let’s therefore not be contented with a lukewarm life on the outside (Mk 14:54), but instead have enough faith to enter into the “fiery furnace” of our present circumstances (Dan 3:19-30).  Having been transformed by this trial, we, alongside Jesus, shall “set the world on fire” (Lk 12:49) with a blazing love that “cannot be quenched” (Song 8:7).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

We think our first kiss will be awkward and stress out about how to pucker our lips, what to do with hands, or whether to close our eyes, but in the moment we discover that we are built for such an encounter all the way down to the subatomic level of our being.  Indeed, everything that is was kissed into existence by the mouth of our loving God who spoke and brought forth all of life (Gen 1:1-31) in a big-bang kind of kiss.  We human beings have the special honor of coming into consciousness with those divine lips still fresh on our faces, as we received the breath of life (Gen 2:7) from the one who constantly makes all things new (Rev 21:5).  It should thus be no surprise that one of the most commented on verses of the Bible is “let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth” (Song 1:2), and it is fitting that Jesus was betrayed with a kiss from a person who was spiritually confused.  The next time we find ourselves in a kissing situation, let’s rejoice in our shared capacity for connection.  May every word that escapes my mouth be a kiss that anoints others with the good news, and may every movement of my heart be an act of worship of the one who kissed me first (1 Jn 4:19).  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

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The Work of Resurrection for a new month of ministering in the schoolhouse.

Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Imagine, if you will, Jesus waking up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, because he had just had a nightmare.  Imagine Jesus, shovel in hand, walking out to a nearby field, digging a hole, squatting and going to the bathroom.  Imagine Jesus getting a whiff of the perfume of a local beauty as they pass one another in the center of town.  Imagine Jesus alone, hurt and confused because he overheard a friend talking badly about him.  Imagine Jesus too tired to finish a journey and needing to make it a two-day trip.  Imagine Jesus getting second place as he raced other boys when he was a kid.  Imagine Jesus not hungry for what his mom cooked for dinner.  Imagine Jesus having a hard time falling asleep at night.  Imagine Jesus talking to his dad about sexual reproduction.  Imagine Jesus home from work fighting off a cold.  Imagine Jesus limping around the kitchen after accidentally jamming his toe into the table.  Imagine Jesus craving something sweet after dinner.  Imagine Jesus trying to stay composed as he fields complaints from a customer about some piece of furniture he had hand-crafted.  The more comfortable we are imagining Jesus in these scenarios, the more we will be able to accept that we too are children of the living God who brought us into existence and loves us just the way we are.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

We human beings are “need machines.”  While there is some truth to the hierarchy of needs – starting with food and shelter moving all the way up to self-actualization and purpose – our existential need is so much more profound.  Indeed, we need to be conceived in the mind of our maker, we need to be brought into history and time, we need to be born, we need to be situated in a culture, we need to be sustained, and we constantly need that next breath.  The image of the crucified Christ is an icon of authentic human need.  Vulnerable yet trusting, he exclaimed, “I thirst” (Jn 19:28), as if to say that when everything else is taken away, it is “need” that remains.  If we are not in touch with this core and vital exigence in ourselves, perhaps it is time to do some soul-searching:  Are we sitting on a cushion of false-security?  Has an accumulation of money prevented us from needing the living God?  Have we grown complacent after reaching our so-called goals in life?  Are we under the delusion that we have power and control?  Whatever the case may be, taking a risk on need will ground us, humanize us and help us to become ourselves, and any anxiety we have about our hierarchy of needs will give way to the sheer excitement of resurrected life. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

I used to work with a guy who had a sign on the wall of his office that said, “Be Human.”  What was interesting to me is that the sign was posted in the spot where there had been a crucifix.  I initially wondered if it was some kind of political or ideological statement, but the more I pondered the sign, the more I came to understand how profound it really was:  Jesus, vulnerable, literally nude upon the cross, misunderstood and beaten up, yet perfectly at peace and trusting that all things do in fact work together unto good (Rom 8:28), is what my life looks like at its best.  It is therefore no coincidence that Jesus was crucified on the day before the Sabbath, the sixth day of the week, as if to symbolize the re-creation of human beings who were created on the sixth day (Gen 1:26-31).  At the moment of his death, Jesus exclaimed, “It is finished” (Jn 19:26), as if to signify that our human nature is not a finished product until it has been marked by the bold risk of surrender that is death.  The next time we are tempted to blurt out the phrase, “I’m only human,” after we stumble in life, let’s pause, look within, and remember that, by our humanity, we have been “crowned with glory and honor” (Ps 8:5) and that it actually takes a lifetime to “Be Human.”  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

Is Attention Deficit Disorder really a fair way to label a person?  While many children are scolded for not paying enough attention in school or medicated so that they can be like the others, we seldom consider why their focus is withheld in the first place.  Could it be because the lessons are boring?  Or because the personalities are not engaging?  Or because the conversations are not interesting?  Or because the conclusions lack depth?  Indeed, if we allowed these prophets to speak – instead of scapegoating them in order to maintain the status quo – we would stand to learn much about the beauty and complexity of life beyond our comfortable societal parameters.  Perhaps Jesus, who set out on a meandering journey from his hometown to Jerusalem – absorbed in a combination of preaching, teaching and healing all along the way – would be the poster-child for ADD today.  Nevertheless, it is precisely his unwillingness to adhere to a legalistic system that privileged conformity to the law above all else that enabled him to reveal the mystery of it all.  Let’s therefore demand meaning and wonder in our human experience.  Let’s allow our senses to be filled with people, places and things that capture the imagination and remind us of life’s essential goodness.  Let’s make poetry, play and dance our way into eternity.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Consider what it means to be a Holy Cross Educator in an evolving church and world.

Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Consolations can be a stumbling block in the spiritual life:  things just keep working out my way, look how blessed I am, the fortunes are raining down, this special rosary of mine, these sweet feelings, but when the winds of life change – and they will – what is underneath?  Indeed, while the living God has a thousand little ways of getting us excited about our human journeys and nudging us toward the infinite, there is no substitute for that glorious risk and act of faith that actually gets us to step out into the unknown (Mt 14:22-33).  Our heavenly mother is constantly engineering opportunities for us to take flight.  Initially, we may feel comfortable in the consolation nest and indifferent to any other version of life.  Nevertheless, we will get to the point where either interior dissatisfaction or external circumstances will demand a decision of us, and when the time is right – oh how patient she is! – we will spread our wings and we will fly (Is 40:31).  She will thus become the wind beneath our wings and, as such, the one true consolation that lasts.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

What’s the relationship between your “I” and “me”?  When our souls are confused, we end up in that classic inward-caving-of-the-self situation where our desires are constantly directed back toward the psychological projector screen.  This life of shadows amounts to desperately grasping after things that we think we need paired with the inevitable anguish when those things fail to satisfy.  This closed-off system is a recipe for a suffocating human experience.  The Christian life is an invitation to put the “I” and the “me” back in right relationship.  Indeed, when we die to self, the system is broken open and that fear-based clinging is transformed into a partnership where the “I” thinks critically, understands and knows, while the “me” feels deeply, longs for and receives.  Starting tonight, do this:  Instead of vegging out in front of the television for an hour, which simply supports the status quo, go to a quiet place (Mt 6:6) and let the “I” and “me” mess begin the untangling process.  Beyond the intensity of the interior jungle, we will discover a mind that is starving for reality and a heart that thirsts for the truth (cf. Mt 25:35).  These two sides of the same coin (cf. Lk 10:35) are together the essence of our spiritual health which will allow us to say things like “I love you” and “Please help me” in a way that reveals the glory of our shared humanity.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

Have you drunk the Kool-Aid?  This provocative question is of course a reference to a tragic event that resulted in a significant loss of life, but it is nevertheless an invitation for each of us to be honest about what motivates us in our depths.  While we may consider ourselves to be squeaky-clean independent thinkers who would never adopt someone else’s agenda, we should consider the subtle way that indoctrination actually happens.  Indeed, just as Jesus indicated in his public teachings (Mt 13:24-30), the Kool-Aid more typically comes to us and if we are not intentional about guarding the door of our minds and hearts, we will unknowingly consume it:  all of a sudden we are wearing fancy clothing, paying attention to the latest trends, getting obsessive about our weight, worrying about our financial standing, and desperately trying to keep up appearances.  Perhaps we do not practice vigilance (Mt 26:40) because we are afraid of intimacy, unwilling to experience life without interference from the outside.  Whatever the case may be, when we become aware of our hidden cravings and learn how to be nourished from the inside (Rev 3:20), we shall deal eucharistically with the Kool-Aid (Mt 26:26), inviting would-be enemies and manipulators into the spiritual communion that they are actually seeking.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica. 

Happy feast of Our Lady of Sorrows! Ave Crux Spes Unica!

When we were growing up, my brother and I were outstanding backyard football players.  We could throw the deep ball, kick field goals, run through any defense, return punts, block linemen, and tackle anybody who came our way.  Yet, when we entered high school and tried to play football with twenty pounds of equipment on our one hundred pound bodies, we lost both our agility and our passion for the game.  I wonder if this is an analogy for our spiritual lives, that is, when we are young and carefree our relationship with God is so natural,  but as we grow older and get weighed down by religious, intellectual and emotional baggage, we find it increasingly difficult to operate as spiritual people.  Perhaps we have forgotten what it is like to live by the Spirit and have settled for lukewarmness, or maybe we’re just stuck with no end in sight.  Whatever the case may be, we will always have the choice, like Jesus, to put out our hands and be led to new places (Jn 21:18), and it is this willingness to walk in the direction of the living God, into open spaces (Ps 119:45) and new horizons, that allows our burdens to be scraped away and our hearts realigned to the truth of things.  My brother and I eventually found the soccer and rugby pitches – what new fields are awaiting you (Mt 13:44)?  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

A famous playwright once observed that “all the world’s a stage” and we are “merely players.”  If you have ever worked for a corporation, taught in a school, held public office, or been a member of a family, you understand exactly what he meant, namely, that unwritten rules cause much of our lives to feel like a show.  Such assumptions include: profit is the most important thing, kids just naturally misbehave, image is everything, we’re better than other families, etc.  While our first instinct when we become aware of the fakeness of it all might be cynicism (Ecc 1:1), we should be careful not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.  Indeed, the complex web that constitutes society and culture is a necessary apparatus for the Kingdom of God to be realized and for us to enter into our full human potential.  To live in a state of renunciation and isolation serves no one!  The key is to practice humility, to go low and to live as authentic persons in the midst of the drama, actors whose script is the one written on the human heart from the beginning of time (Rom 2:15).  May these various venues, therefore, become liturgical spaces where we are constantly re-presenting the Christic pattern until all people are gathered onto that one true stage which no longer imitates but confers life (Rev 19:1-10). Ave Crux, Spes Unica!

Start the new school year off with a reflection on what it means to be a Holy Cross Educator in an evolving Church and world. Ave Crux, Spes Unica!