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  • Remember, O Man, That Thou Art Dust…

    I love Ash Wednesday.

    One of my favorite things about this day is that when I walk around campus I can tell who all the Catholics are…you kind of grin at each other and instantly know something very intimate about the other person. You know that while you aren’t on the same page about everything, you are at least in the same chapter on the most important things. You notice people you know from classes but didn’t realize they were Catholic; you see some people you are really surprised about as well. The cross upon ones forehead, I think, makes a person very vulnerable; suddenly just by looking at a person you can tell so much about them and what they are, in that moment, proclaiming to believe. Now if you see that person at a party you can think, “Wait a second, aren’t you Catholic?” Or perhaps you’d seen that person at a party before and, remembering something they did, are wondering about the contradiction. In short, Ash Wednesday can be a day of wonderful surprises, quiet witness, but also a day full of the temptation to judge.

    What is this day all about anyways?

    Well, as with many Catholic traditions, it’s always about one thing: Christ. Also like many Catholic traditions it also serves to call us to remember many things. It seems to me that the theme of one-though-also-many seems to weave itself through just about everything when Jesus gets involved… I’ll try and touch on those that come to mind.

    The most obvious meaning to Ash Wednesday is…ashes! The ashes, as most people know, represent our repentance for our sins; ashes were used similarly throughout the Old Testament. By being marked with ashes we admit, very publicly, that we are sinners. That we are marked with a cross made of ashes gives witness to an even higher truth than that of the Old Testament: that we are sinners yet SAVED by the Cross.

    Also relating to the ashes we are reminded that we came from the dust of the earth, and to that dust we will return. As is read upon a plaque in a Capuchin crypt in Rome, the dead themselves tell us, “Where you are, we once were…where we are, you will be.” We read in Genesis that God created man from the dust and then went on to bring about His last creation, woman, from man’s side (praise God!!). The cross of ashes, just as they reminded us of the promise of eternal life, also remind us that the Christian’s life always tends toward the cross upon which we will die, only to be raised by the One who died upon it first. We are a suffering people, crumbling to dust yet yearning for life, having it promised to us though it seems so far away yet.

     

    Ash Wednesday is also the beginning of Lent, a time where we combined the traditions of prayer, fasting and almsgiving, and the different Churches of Catholicism observe these in different ways. In the West the only days of fasting are Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, with all Fridays of Lent being days of abstaining from meat. Many Catholics also try fasting or “giving something up” during Lent or perhaps take on something extra. This causes a lot of needless anguish and anxiety in people; I think St. John Chrysostom says it best in reminding us that Lent is more importantly a time for fasting from sin. No wonder he is a Doctor of the Church! In the East they not only begin observing Lent three days earlier, but I believe their fasting is much more strict though I don’t know much more about it.

    During this time we recall the forty days Christ spent in the desert after His baptism, praying and fasting before beginning His public ministry. We are also invited to do the same so that, reinvigorated by the graces of Easter, we are better prepared to minister in the world. Likewise we have an opportunity to grow in holiness, to deepen our relationship with God and to understand our faith, to turn away from things that normally distract us from the holy life we desire or even are the sources of temptation for the sins we struggle with the most. This time we spend in the “desert” reminds me of Hosea 2:16 when God (speaking of Israel) says, “So I will allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak to her heart.” Lent is a chance to quiet our lives and to hear the whisper of God that is so often drowned out by IPods, television, video games, and all manner of things that bark and beg for our attention. 

     

    Really I think Ash Wednesday can be summed up by St. Gemma Galgani’s conviction that “It is not enough to simply look at a cross or even to wear one; we must rather carry the Cross within our hearts.” Receiving the ashes on your forehead does not make you a Christian; it is an outward sign of an inward reality, or at least of the reality one hopes for. That cross on our forehead must also be upon our hearts, a constant confession with every beat that we are sinners yet not abandoned to death, that we die so that we may truly live, that death itself will one day crumble utterly to dust, that Christ has staked His claim upon us in a way that cannot be wiped away. Lent is a time when we can set aside some quality time to intentionally open ourselves to the slow, steady and gentle work of Christ in us and to observe how He works, learning the many ways that He moves our hearts ever closer to Him so that when Lent is over we are more attentive and are not so blind to the thread of salvation history sewn through our very souls.

     

     

    In other news, there was this humorous little incident last year…

  • Creepy…

    Would you trust an organization that identified as one of its primary goals:

     -TO PROVIDE LEADERSHIP...IN ACHIEVING, THROUGH INFORMED INDIVIDUAL CHOICE, A U.S. POPULATION
    OF STABLE SIZE IN AN OPTIMUM ENVIRONMENT; - IN STIMULATING AND
    SPONSORING RELEVANT BIOMEDICAL, SOCIO-ECONOMIC, AND DEMOGRAPHIC
    RESEARCH...
     
    Doesn't that just sound creepy and Orwellian? Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it...in fact it reminds me of propaganda coming out of Germany not so long ago, like:
    "Every propaganda means, specially the press, radio and movies, as well as pamphlets, booklets and lectures, must be used to instill in the Russian population the idea that it is
    harmful to have several children. We must emphasize the expenses that children cause, the good things that people could have had with the money spent on them. We could also hint
    at the dangerous effect of child-bearing on a woman's health." (April 27th, 1942)

    Anyone else creeped out?
  • Look! Up in the air…

    Hello all!

    Just wanted to let you know that I’m flying to South Dakota today and won’t be back for a few more. I’m interviewing at a high school I may be sent to teach at for the next three years. Until I get back, know that I’m praying for tons of you!

     

    -Jacob

  • As Per Tradition

    I believe, at least since 2003, I have composed and consequently posted a poem on my blog specifically for the women of Xanga. I know that there are many out there who haven’t a Valentine on this day and while it doesn’t both some, for others it is a very difficult day. While a poem from some stranger out in cyberspace likely fails to completely negate that, please know that I offer this poem to remind each and every person on Xanga of one thing: that in spite of anything, you are loved. God bless all of you this day. Recommend this little post to those you encounter on Xanga that need that reminder today, for if you are a human being and you are alive, you are loved in a way that you will never understand in this lifetime; I offer but a minuscule drop of that love here.

    -Jacob

     

    For the Women of Xanga on St. Valentine’s Day, 2011

     

    Ah! the spurnéd Lover’s sigh

    that echoed down a gale

    and hurried on His heart’s delight

    through death’s new-riven vale.

     

    Yea they hurried on and on,

    anon, so soon to pass

    came dusk where was meant a dawn;

    wholeness, shattered glass.

     

    His ever-eye yet beheld

    a scintillating sight—

    love’s spark still in each did dwell;

    made He His lover’s plight.

     

    Hurried He, a Fiery Gale,

    to don a veil of flesh

    that His love He might unveil;

    Lover, love—now enmeshed.

     

    Yet asunder Him we tore,

    Death’s vale we forced Him march.

    The Cross of Love He then bore;

    our pride’s triumphal arch.

     

    Yea He walked that lonely mile

    and died as any man

    amid our filth, scorn and bile

    with piercéd foot and hand.

     

    Yet so taken, so Love’s slave

    was He, for us—for us!—

    we didn’t take, He freely gave;

    beloved, Lover, ‘gain do touch.

     

    Now hand in hand we do depart

    into the vale spear-wrought,

    down into the depths of His heart,

    the home we’ve e’er long sought.

     

  • On the Lips of Children…

    (My sister and I when I was three and she was two, I think!)

     

    I have a brother here whose sister is a philosophy professor somewhere out there in College Land. She has made it a point to ask each of her children when they are about seven or eight the following question: How do you know that you exist?

    Can you imagine? This brother of mine shared with us the answers that each of her children gave when they were asked.

    Her first child, a daughter, answered, “Because other people can see me.” Isn’t that so clever? To know at that age the importance of our own existence being affirmed and confirmed by others in our life?

    Her second child, a son, answered, “Because I can move stuff around.” Clever again! He knows that his existence impacts the world around him; a very manly answer I would say. 

    But her third child, another daughter, I think gave the wisest and most profound answer of all. Remember this is all true; he told this to us at dinner just a couple of nights ago.

    Her third child, in response to the question, answered, “I know I exist because God loves me.”

     

    Wow.

  • Coming Home

    I encountered a young man this weekend who told a group of us how he came to be Catholic. 

    We were all gathered to hear a couple of young religious sisters talk about the importance of religious life in the Church and the responsibility they have in providing a witness for the Gospel life. When it came time to offer responses to the presentation, the young man began to speak.

    He said that he had grown up Methodist and considered himself to be a pretty good Christian. Then he attended a very secular university and after a few months noticed that something seemed to be missing from his life. After thinking about it he realized that there was no room and no place in his life for his faith, so he made room and began attending a Methodist church every Sunday. Months passed by and his heart was growing in love for Christ and he wanted more, but wherever he went they only had worship on Sunday. Then he heard that most Catholic churches offer daily Mass, and he wished that other denominations offered daily worship. So, to try and provide daily nourishment for his soul he turned to studying and praying with the Scripture, and as he learned more and more about the Gospel and the way of life it offers he began to notice the people who gave up everything to follow Christ–possessions, families, marriage; everything to follow Him. He took a hard look at his church and asked, “Where are those people? Why isn’t there anyone giving up everything to follow Christ?”

    Around that time he began noticing various religious around St. Louis (we are nicknamed “The Rome of the West” for a reason!) and his curiosity was piqued.

    As he learned more about these people he realized that they were the ones he’d been looking for. He had found a Church in which there were people who gave up everything to follow Christ and to serve Him. 

    He then told us that it was this that convinced him of where he needed to be in order to be faithful to Christ. He had no theological or historical hurdles to overcome, he just said yes to where Christ was leading him and went headlong. Can you imagine the gift of faith that this young man had, to cast aside any past doubts or questions regarding the Catholic Church that he picked up throughout his life as a Methodist, being so convinced by the witness of the Church’s consecrated religious? It completely blew me away!

    He was received into full communion last Easter. Praise God!

  • Nerd Freak Out

    So Wednesday night, at the encouragement of my voice instructor, I auditioned for the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra Chorus. 

    I was accepted!!!!

    I will for sure be performing with them in April and May, for the double-feature of Barber’s “Prayers of Kierkegaard” and Mahler’s 2nd Symphony, and then “Carmina Burana” in May.

    In early April, though, they will be screening “The Fellowship of the Ring” while the orchestra and chorus performs the music. Can you IMAGINE?!?! I haven’t been asked to sing for that yet, but today I got the email that went out to the whole chorus which contains the translation and pronunciation guides for all the Black Speech, Sindarin, Quenya, and Dwarvish texts…I’m in nerd heaven right now!!!!!

  • A Beautiful Testimony

    Danielle Rose is a young Catholic singer/songwriter. A few years ago she entered a convent to discern if it was the life Christ was calling her to. Though her prayer and His call led her away from the convent in the end, the following video of her testimony regarding the Eucharist (recorded at her final concert before entrance) is no less beautiful and powerful. You can really see the joy of a bride-to-be, someone absolutely, totally and helplessly in love with Jesus Christ.

    What do you think? What are your thoughts on the Eucharist? How has her testimony touched you?

  • Happy New Year!

    I just wanted to let everyone know that all the young men of the Society of Jesus from Wyoming to Indiana, from Minnesota to Iowa and everywhere in between, just finished praying for you and the entire rest of the world, both those living now young and old, just this day conceived and just now passing away, all those born this year and all those who now pray for us constantly in paradise and those who mourn their moving on, Christian and non-Christian alike. You are all loved and considered each and every day, but especially this night we held you all in our hearts before the Lord and offered thanksgiving for the year now giving way to the new. God bless you all!

     

    -Jacob

  • On the Road…

    Tomorrow morning at 4:30am I head up to Michigan for a Jesuit gathering, followed by a couple of weeks at home. Please pray for safe travels and know that I will be praying for you as well! I hope to get on Xanga a few times over the next couple of weeks. If you post something that you would like me to read, please message me so I get the email notice!

    God bless you all!

    -Jacob