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Is There Room In Your Inn?

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008

For some years I was a Minister of Holy Communion in a hospital in Boston. It is a humbling privilege to bring the Lord to His precious ones in their dark hours. One Christmas Eve, I felt inspired to go to the hospital and bring the Lord to His patients. I thought, Christmas Eve is a special night. Surely patients will be excited to see Him.

The hospital was incredibly quiet and still that night. It was like the Christmas poem, “Twas the Night Before Christmas.” Anyways the hospital has a list of Catholic patients, so I carried the Lord to the first patient’s room: “No, I’m all set.” The second patient refused, too. One after another, everyone refused. Sound familiar?

Finally, I entered Judy’s room. Here was this older woman lying helpless in severe pain, and yet so kind and gentle toward me.

After she received the Lord in Holy Communion, I told her how it was Christmas Eve, and how all the other patients I visited didn’t have room for Him – but she did. How blessed was she! This is the greatest night to let in Jesus! She wept. She questioned her suffering. I told her about the cross and how she had been chosen by Jesus to share His cross with Him. I offered her a prayer card with the Divine Mercy image on it. When I left the room, I looked back, she was so happy praying, clutching the prayer card in her hand. And I know that she’s going to have an impact on a lot of people’s lives.

No one knows rejection like Jesus does. He was rejected by the religious authorities, the political authorities, by His countrymen, His neighbors, His extended family and friends, those He healed, even His disciples. What was true then is true now. He suffers it all because it’s the price that must be paid in order to reach that special one who will let Him in. But when He enters, it is the greatest moment.

Is there room in your inn?

The Heart of God

Sunday, December 21st, 2008

When I was a boy, I loved basketball.  Starting from about the age of 11, it became all-consuming to me.  I played so much that by the time I was 15, I needed right-elbow surgery.

Now the most important thing to a person who loves basketball is the basketball itself.  There’s a certain relationship between a basketball fanatic and his basketball.  The feel of it, how it bounces, the width of the grooves, the material, how much it’s inflated, the color, the label – yes, even the smell, … everything is an object of interest.

One Christmas, I had a certain basketball that I picked out that I wanted more than anything else.  A Spaulding NBA Game Ball: real leather – none of that synthetic leather or rubber stuff.  The Lexus of basketballs.  It was so special, it could only be used indoors.  As Christmas approached, I could see the box under the tree.  Now, a basketball – even in its box - is tough to hide with wrapping paper.  You can just pick it up and feel around a bit and, well, you know…  I wondered: what’s it going to look like?  What will it feel like?  What will it be like when it is in my hands and I can use it?

That Christmas I was ecstatic when I got that basketball.  I took it everywhere.  I played at the Y with it each day.  I held it while I was hanging out around my house, and I even slept with it.  I loved the sport and I loved the ball.  It was everything to me, and I held it close.

At Christmas, Mary is about 15 years old and is going to get the one gift that she desires: her Son.  He is everything to her.  He is her only God and her only Son, and the only Savior of all mankind.  She has nothing else, and she loves nothing else outside of Him.  And as her pregnancy progresses through Advent, she wonders what He will look like, what it will be like when she can hold God in her arms.

But unlike me in my boyhood, Mary has the Heart of God.  When she gets her Gift of gifts, her everything, she is not going to hold onto Him for herself. “Freely have you received, freely give.” (Mt 10:8)

She’s going to give Him away.

To you.

Merry Christmas.

Having God In Our Heart

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

How does God come into our hearts? How do we come to really and truly know Him and love Him?

A little story …

I had a wonderful girlfriend who I loved. You know how I can tell that I loved her? It’s because I came to love turtles. Confused? Alright, this takes some explaining.

You see, she loved turtles. A lot. Turtle pictures, ceramic turtles. Turtle keychain. Turtle paperweights. I think you get the picture.

So, you know what? I began to love turtles, too. But, in a different way. I loved to get them so that she could have them, because she loved them. But that also meant that I would have them, too, because we were together. So, I got turtle chocolates, turtle knickknacks, turtle statues. I began to love what she loved. What was in her heart was now in my heart.

How did it get there? I didn’t plan it. I didn’t start out loving turtles – I had no particular affinity for them. It got there because her heart was now inside my heart. That’s how I know I loved her. I know I loved her because I loved turtles.

Now, you may not have an affinity for Jesus. Maybe the Mass goes at a turtle’s pace for you. Maybe reading the Bible is like watching dry old turtles bask in the sun.

But there is someone else whose heart is filled with all of this. Mary kept Jesus inside her heart. She kept the Word of God in her heart.

If you receive Mary to be your Lady, you will come to love Jesus, too. He will come into your heart.

Then, you will have God in your heart.

He that receives you, receives me: and he that receives me, receives him that sent me.” (Mt 10:40)

Only For You

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

When the Lord called me about 6 years ago, I had to make a big decision. On the one hand was intimate discipleship with Jesus in the Eucharist. On the other was, well, a lot. So, I took some good advice from a priest and did a retreat to listen and decide.

I was drawn very powerfully to Jesus’ words, His Person, His Love : “Your words were found, and I ate them, and your words became to me a joy and the delight of my heart; for I am called by your name, O LORD, God of hosts.” (Jer 15:16)

But He was asking me to leave a lot.

First, I was dating a wonderful woman who I thought might be “the one”. We were very close, and it had many signs of marriage. Our hearts were the same. I had money set aside for a ring.

Second, I had a career in engineering and business that was growing. See, I had succeeded in college and grad school in engineering and math and finance, and God had blessed me with all the big academic awards. I had developed an impressive reputation in the field, and I made very good money in investing. I had begun to work with a close friend and co-worker at starting our own consulting business. We both had the expertise and credentials, and the respect of our contacts. We had business cards, contacts, a mailing address. We were getting set to go and put a lot of money and time into it.

Third, I had recently bought a condo in the Back Bay of Boston, and had turned it into a home. It is in one of the prime locations of the city, across the street from the Charles River. All of downtown Boston was in walking distance, and at the Fourth of July, the big Boston fireworks display would go off across the street from my home!

Fourth, I had many, many good friends. Friends from youth, from schools, from work, from other friends. The same group of guys that used to hang out together when we were young still got together. People still stayed in touch, and we shared so many great memories through the years. They were all like brothers to me.

So, in the retreat, when I looked at married life with this woman, I thought, yes!, this is what I want. It was beautiful and I wanted it.

Then, I looked at the Lord. I knew what He was asking. And I wept.

I said to Him, “Only for You.” I thought, “For no one or anything else would I leave her and having children and a family and a house and a career and everyone and everything else. For no person, no family member, no friend, no money, no fame, no position, no possessions – nothing.” I said to Him, “Only for You. ONLY for You.”

………………………..

These days, since my mother’s death over a month ago, I have been busy caring for my father and putting things in order around his house. There is a lot to do, and in between I find some time to reflect on what has happened the last two years of my mother’s life.

The Lord sent me home to my parents’ house two years ago, and He gave me the gift of being His servant in His shepherding my mother home to His eternal Life. I had the privilege of becoming my mother’s de facto spiritual director, of leading her through conversion, through reconciliation with her resentments, through the pitfalls of the end of life struggle, to finally experience the great Mercy of Jesus’ Heart. No one but she and I and heaven know all the things that transpired. When she became sick in March, she looked at me frightened and asked, “Will you stay with me all the way?” I took her by her hand and smiled at her, and said, “I will.” In the end, she died in my arms. Now, I still pray with her, and I have Masses said for her progress in purgatory. We are still going home together.

Although I naturally mourn for her physical loss, words can’t describe the happiness I have underneath it all because of this. As I thought about it the other day, I thought, “Who has this happen to them? Who gets to do this? I can’t think of anyone having something like this happen to them, being Jesus’ chosen servant for Him to shepherd their own mother home to eternal life, all the way through her very last breath. Hardly anyone is given to understand these things, never mind actually do them. Presidents, business moguls, sports stars, Hollywood actors, professors? Popes, bishops, priests, religious? In my limited knowledge of the lives of the saints and martyrs, I don’t know of any – but I don’t think even St. Augustine received such a gift.

So why me? I have no status – I’m not on the radar screen of all those positions. Because I gave up everything to follow Jesus, I’m a nobody when it comes to the political world, the entertainment business, the worlds of technology and business and medicine and academia, and even Church affairs. How did I get to do this?” And as I thought about, I became, you know, a little frightened at the immensity of the gift and the honor.

And then, I heard the words of Jesus, “Only for you, Jerome. ONLY for you.”

And every one that has left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands for my name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall possess life everlasting. And many that are first, shall be last: and the last shall be first.” (Mt 19:29-30)

Don’t be afraid to give up everything for Jesus and be the lowest. Believe His words: you will receive a hundredfold.

And His Life.

Showing God’s Life in the Flesh

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

I made a slideshow of some of my mother’s pictures, because a lot of people were requesting it. It’s a great slideshow of pictures that my sister-in-law made around the time of my mother’s funeral. The slideshow puts her life “in the flesh”, so to speak.

I thought I’d make one with the computer, and then post it somewhere, or email it out. So, after fumbling for a good few hours, I learned the other day how to make a slideshow using a thing called flashvideo. Now, I don’t know how it all works, but the bottom line is that this software makes two computer files. Not one – that would be too simple – but two. Both files are needed.

So, what’s the deal with two files? Well, one is huge and contains all the goods. It has all the pictures, the slides, the music, all the information for timing the slides and making them change at the right time, making sure the music matches the slides. It has 10,174 kilobytes. It has everything.

What about the other file?

Well, it’s tiny. It only has a measly 2 kilobytes. And it has only one little job. What is it?

It opens the web browser and lets the other computer file – the one with all the goods – do its thing.

That’s all.

So, if I send the little file alone, of course it can’t do anything worthwhile, because it doesn’t have the goods. 2 measly kilobytes! The big file has all the goods. But that little file is very important! Because if I don’t send that little one along, the big file can’t do anything either. It can never even get into the web browser. And my mother’s life is not made visible.

The Blessed Virgin Mary does not appear in the Bible doing great and remarkable feats. In the Bible, she does not convert anyone with preaching, she does not heal anyone’s sickness, she does not drive out any bad spirits, she does not fight battles, she does not shepherd people to safety, she does not conquer world poverty. In fact, she’s hardly mentioned by name. Mary is tiny. And she has only one little job: it’s to open herself and let God in.

Of course, Mary alone can do nothing worthwhile: “Apart from me you can do nothing.” (Jn 15:5) God has all the goods: “No one is good but God alone.” (Mk 10:18)

But Mary is very important! “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb!” (Lk 1:42) God can do nothing without Mary. Without Mary, God cannot even enter the world.

Because she opened herself up to God completely, God came into the world. Everyone got to see Him in the flesh.

You may not feel that you can do anything worthwhile. You may be convinced that you don’t have the goods. But you are very important! Without you, God can do nothing. Without you, He cannot even enter the world.

Each of us has one little job: to open ourselves up and let God in. Then He can enter the world around us. Then everyone can see Him – in the flesh.

Finding Jesus

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008

I was poking around the internet looking for something recently when I came to find out that I am on the list of “Missing Classmates” for my high school alma mater. It’s a long list of people who graduated from the school that the alumni association can’t find. They are seeking me.

Now, I’ve moved around a bit since high school, and somehow my alma mater has always been able to track me down. I always wondered how they know where I’ve moved to. Pennsylvania, Worcester, different addresses in Boston, a time in the seminary, they never lost sight of me. But apparently, after I entered the Franciscan community, they lost me. Now, I am missing, and they are seeking me.

I wonder to myself, why don’t they check my parents’ house, the address that I was at when I was at the school? Why don’t they check my father’s house? If they did, they wouldn’t just get my father to speak to – they would find me, myself! You see, right now, I am in my father’s house.

When Mary lost Jesus, she found Him by going back to square one, the origin: His Father’s house. She did not find a lead there, or a clue as to where He was – she found Him.

And he said to them, ‘How is it that you sought me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?’” (Lk 2:49)

Do you feel that you’ve lost Jesus, that your prayer life is dead, that you have no inspiration and frankly have lost any desire for spiritual or religious activities or fellowship? Do you want to find Him? Then go to His Father’s house. You won’t find a clue, a lead, a helpful hint.

You’ll find Him.

One thing have I asked of the LORD,
that will I seek after;
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to behold the beauty of the LORD,
and to inquire in his temple.
” (Ps 27:4)

Don’t Be Afraid of Doing The Big Things

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

I was out walking and doing some errands yesterday when I passed by the little local art and framing shop. The shop is owned by Donna, and she is the one who generously framed – and re-framed – the large Divine Mercy image.

After some greetings, she gave me her condolences on my mother’s passing. I told her how appreciative we were of her framing the image, and how that image was so important in the last days of my mother’s life here. I told her how special and precious she is to Jesus for framing the image. I told her that He will reward her greatly, that she is very blessed.

Now, times are tough for little local businesses, especially art and framing businesses. So she is a little worried these days for her livelihood.

“Do you think Jesus is really doing something for me?” She asked.

“Well, you did something very important for Him. That image has affected a lot of people and will affect a lot of people’s lives.” I told her that she has nothing to worry about with her little business, that Jesus rewards greatly those who do the littlest things for Him.

“Really? I only did what I do.”

“Not everyone would do what you did.”

“Well, that’s true. Some people wouldn’t have.” Then she said something that made me stop.

“See, I’m not afraid to do the big things.”

Whoa!

When God came to Mary, He knew that she was not afraid to do the big things. “And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High.” (Lk 1:31-32) When Jesus came into Peter’s life, He knew that Peter was not afraid to do the big things. “Put out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch.” (Lk 5:4)

There is no one Jesus loves more than little ones who are not afraid to do the big things. Mary is one of these. Peter is one of these. Donna is one of these.

Are you?

Become A Witness to Hope

Monday, August 25th, 2008

Pope John Paul II’s autobiography is called Witness to Hope. What does that phrase mean, “witness to hope”?

Some friends of mine evangelize out in public. They have some big signs, even a speaker and a mike, and they set up in a spot in downtown Boston or Cambridge and hand out “tracts” and fliers. Most people think they are either zealous or nuts. Most are shocked to find out they are Catholic. But there are always people who they reach in a profound way.

I was out with them recently, talking with my friend Jim. Jim is almost 50 years old, and has been out on the street evangelizing like that for almost 20 years. In the middle of our conversation, a young man walked up to us, and asked a question about the big sign Jim was holding, about God. He was in his early 20’s, he looked messy, he had dark shades covering his eyes, and he was sarcastic and full of skepticism.

He questioned whether there was really a God. He questioned whether there really was death. “Woah, he is really lost,” I’m thinking. After we tried to answer his questions, he said, “I’m a vet. I’m also an alcoholic. In fact, I’m drunk right now.”

Just then, Jim said, “Before God got me, I was an alcoholic too, in the Navy. I used to drink so much that I couldn’t get up in the morning. I used to miss shifts, and I was always on the outs. Twice I was almost thrown out of the Navy. I know what it’s like.” And he went on like that for a few minutes, telling stories of his alcoholism in the Navy.

And then he said, “But don’t lose hope. Always have hope.”

The young man said to him, “You just gave me hope. I’m going to cry.”

He took a tract and a flier and walked away with tears in his eyes – and with hope.

Everything is redeemable with the Lord. When we give ourselves to Him, all of our “past” becomes useful, especially the sins and failures. In His hands, our sins and failures make us a witness.

For you shall be his witness to all men, of those things which you have seen and heard.” (Acts 22:15)

A witness to hope.

A Treasure Is Waiting

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

I used to date a wonderful woman who I loved. At Christmas we would get each other gifts, and so one year she was surprised when I put one giant box wrapped in Christmas paper under her parents’ Christmas tree. That’s it: nothing else but a giant box. The days before Christmas, she and her sister spent many a conversation wondering what it was. I even noticed a small edge of the wrapping paper torn away.

When the moment finally came to open it, she tore off the wrapping paper to find an ordinary cardboard box. When she opened the box, she found three bars of soap and another smaller box that I had leftover from a computer printer I had bought a while before. “Great,” she thought, “soap and a computer printer. I don’t own a computer or use one!” She kept her disappointment hidden, and showed as much gratitude as she could, “Wow. Thanks, Jerome.”

I encouraged her to open the box. When she did, she found three bottles of beauty cream and another smaller box. Now, she was beginning to get it. The gifts got better as she went along, until the final gift, which was a special expensive bracelet , a design and color I knew she’d love, from the famous store that she could never afford. She was so happy. I was so happy. Neither of us will ever forget it.

Here’s the question: what if she had stopped at the computer printer box? What if she said, “That’s it, Jerome, I waited all this time for a special sign of your love for me this Christmas, you build my expectations with a huge mysterious-looking box, and you get me a few bars of soap and a computer printer? You don’t know me, you don’t love me, and on top of that, you’re a cheapo! Take a hike!” She didn’t. She trusted me.

And this will be a sign unto you, you will find a babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger” (Lk 2:12)… See, most of the Israelites were expecting a great sign that God had promised them of His love for them, a great anticipated gift from Him: the Messiah and His everlasting Kingdom. “A newborn baby in an animal feeder in a cold cave? We waited a thousand years in captivity and wandering, for a powerless little baby born into poverty and squalor?!” They could have stopped there and said, “God, You don’t know us, You don’t love us, and on top of that, You’re a cheapo! Take a hike!” But the shepherds didn’t. They trusted God.

God has promised each one of us something unbelievably great. When it seems His gift is disappointing and painful, don’t stop, don’t walk away. Keep opening the boxes, and you’ll get a gift you never dreamed of. A treasure is waiting.

Embrace the New Buds

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

Last spring I was doing small projects at my parents’ house. I had put in a new window well around one of the basement windows, and when I started to look at that whole side of the house, I thought, I might as well re-do the whole trim around the perimeter. It was covered with dead leaves, and I figured I’d, you know, get some nice edging that would meet the window well nicely, mulch the rest of the trim, and maybe plant a few things in it.

Now, I hadn’t been home for an early spring in a long time, and, well, I really had no idea what was already planted in this trim. All I saw was dead leaves, and a scraggly blueberry bush that looked like its better days had passed.

So, I began raking the dead leaves away, and all I saw was dark dirt. “Good dirt,” I thought. “I’ll think of something to plant.”

Well, I got to a patch of really wet leaves, and so I reached down to pull it up by hand. When my fingers dragged through the dirt, they struck something in the ground. “Huh,” I thought, “What’s that?”

It was a little green bud, a little shoot that had just barely pierced the surface of the dirt. I completely missed it with my eyes. “Wow. Something’s growing here.”

Then I began to feel around and look more closely. “There’s another one.” Then I kept looking, and I was amazed to find that these little guys were everywhere. Almost the whole trim was covered with them. “Well, the plant problem is taken care of.” I mulched the trim, and after a month, it was filled with beautiful green plants. God already had a plan. Nothing to worry about. See, I was so focused on the dead leaves, it never occurred to me that there could be something new growing there.

You know what, I think that when it comes to looking at the Church and at society, most of us are like me in my gardening. We are oblivious to the great things that God is doing. Why? Because we are focused on the problems.

We focus on the culture of death, and we are afraid. We focus on the dead leaves and we think there’s nothing but dead leaves. We focus on bad priests, bad Masses, church closings, wars, broken families and schools, sexual confusion, bad politics, bad media, a God-less culture. We focus on all the darkness, all the problems. We forget that those things are on their way out, they are dying. We forget that God does His greatest works when things are the darkest, that new buds come out from under dead leaves.

Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” (Is 43:18-19)

Let’s all forget the dead leaves. Let’s all embrace the new buds.