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  • “I Want to See His Body…”

     

    Here at camp the nurse brought her three little children. Her oldest boy, who is probably three or four years old, loves dinosaurs so, naturally, we hit it off. While speaking about Brachiosaurus, he asked why the dinosaur had such a long neck. To illustrate the reason, I brought him to my room to show him the tops of the pine trees.

    Due to a shortage of space, I have been sleeping in the little chapel here. It has been a tremendous blessing to have a “roommate,” being that the tabernacle is right at the head of my sleeping pad.

    After pointing at the tops of the trees and explaining that the Brachiosaurus had a long neck so it could eat the leaves and needles at the top, the little boy turned around, pointing at the tabernacle. “What’s that for?” he asked.

    “Well, you know when you are at Mass with your mommy, and all the adults and older kids go to communion and get one of those little pieces of bread?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Well we are going up to receive Jesus; we believe that he becomes bread for us. So when everyone has received him and if there are some left, we keep him in this special place.”

    “Can I see him?”

    “Sure.”

    So I taught him to genuflect and make the sign of the cross while I opened the tabernacle. I showed him the ciborium and then opened it. Inside were dozens of Hosts.

    “Where is he? I can’t see him. Why can’t I see his skin?”

    “Well, he is sort of in disguise. We don’t know why he doesn’t just appear like normal, but he chooses to come like this; it is a mystery.”

    “What is a mystery?” (What a question!)

    “A mystery is something that we do not understand.”

    “Oh.”

    Silence.

    “I want to see his body…”

    I know, little brother. I want to see his body, too.

    Aren’t children amazing?

    “Then he took the bread, said the blessing, broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which will be given for you; do this in memory of me.” ” Luke 22:19

  • “Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me…”

    “…for whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it…”

    This is the skull of St. Jean de Brebeuf, Jesuit martyr, as it is seen at the shrine I mentioned earlier. Here follows a brief account of his martyrdom as found in Rene Latourelle’s “Jean de Brebeuf” that I have been reading lately. I post it not to gross anyone out but to relate to you the passion of my brother and also how important is was to him and to many missionaries that the Gospel was preached to all people. Brebeuf and many other missionaries loved these people so much that many gave up their lives for the sake of the Gospel, that these lost sheep might be gathered into the one flock of the Good Shepherd.

    That, and the story I find to be quite inspiring as a young Jesuit in training.

    “Fire and Blood”

    On March 16, 1649, another band “of about 1,000 men, well armed and mostly with guns they had obtained from their Dutch allies,” surrounded the village of St. Ignace, itself protected by 15 and 16-foot palisades and a natural escarpment serving as a moat. There was, however, one weak point leading into the village. During the night, the Iroquois attacked precisely at this point. Everybody was either killed or taken prisoner. The Iroquois lost only ten of their men. Three Hurons managed to escape and brought the news to St. Louis (another mission site; not the big city in Missouri), about two miles farther on. Brebeauf and Gabriel Lalemant happened to be there. At the first warning that the enemy was approaching, the women fled. Eighty Hurons prepared for the attack. They repulsed the enemy twice, but they could not withstand the superior number of guns. The Iroquois set fire to the cabins, throwing in the old or the wounded not able to move. Five hundred people had escaped, out of an estimated six hundred inhabitants.

    After an attack, the Iroquois would usually disperse. This time, however, they meant to exterminate their enemy. They therefore established a headquarters at St. Ignace with a view to attacking Sainte-Marie-Among-the-Hurons. In the meantime, they took pleasure in torturing their two captives, especially the renowned Echon (the name given to Brebeuf by the Huron people), known as the most famous of sorcerers. Gabriel Lalemant, having arrived from Quebec just six months earlier, was Brebeuf’s companion at St. Louis. Brebeuf’s sufferings began around one o’clock in the afternoon and finished around four the same afternoon. The account of his sufferings has often been told. None of the descriptions, however, matches that of Christophe Regnaut, based partly on reports by some Christian natives–eyewitnesses–”who were present from the moment that Brebeuf was seized until the moment of his death. These good Christians were captives and were later led to Iroquois country to be killed there but our good God gave them the grace to escape along the way, and they have come to recount everything that I am now putting down in writing.” Regnaut adds: “I have no doubt that everything that I have just written is true, and I sign it with my blood.”

    (Here follows his testimony)

    The very next morning, when we were sure that the enemy had departed, we went to the place to recover the remains, the very place where they were put to death. We found them both, somewhat separated one from the other. We took the remains to our cabin and placed them on some bark for examination. I looked at them for a space of two hours to assure myself that what I had heard from some of our natives was actually true.

    First, I examined Fr. Brebeuf’s body and it was pitiable to see, as was also Fr. Lalemant’s body. Fr. Brebeuf’s had all the flesh ripped away from his legs, thighs, and arms right to the bone. I saw and touched a number of large blisters that were on various parts of his body, resulting from boiling water having been poured over him in derision of baptism. I saw and touched the wound caused by a bark belt full of pitch and resin that roasted his entire body. I saw and touched the burns caused by the hatchet necklace that had been in contact with his shoulders and stomach. I saw and touched the two lips that had been cut off because he continued to speak of God while they were causing him to suffer (A note: as I have heard the story, it is said that he did not scream once during his torture, but only muttered the named of Jesus and Mary).

    I saw and touched all the places on his body that had been struck by more than two hundred blows from a rod. I saw and touched the back of his smashed head. I saw and touched the hole that was made in his chest to rip out his heart. (His executioners, being so impressed with his courage, ate his heart because they believed that in doing so they would gain that same courage).

    Finally, I saw and touched all the wounds on his body, of which our natives had told me and assured me. We buried these precious relics on Sunday, March 21, 1649 with much consolation.

    For skeptics who ask themselves how the Iroquois could have made a collar strung with red-hot hatchets, Christophe Regnaut, anticipating somewhat this question, describes the thing: “This is how I have seen such a collar made for other prisoners. They heat six hatchets to red hot, make a long stick from a green branch, string teh six hatchets along the stick, bring the two ends together, and then place the whole thing around the victim’s neck. I have never seen torment that moved me to as much compassion as did this one. The victim is naked, tied to a pole, and with this collar about his neck he does not know which way to twist. If he leans forward, those hatchets on his back begin to press on him more. If he leans backward, those on his stomach make him suffer the same torment. If he stands up straight, not moving one way or the other, the red-hot hatchets, pressing equally on both sides, double his agony.”

    After having thus tortured Brebeuf, they then went to Lalemant. Having learned something from Brebeuf’s torture, they were able to keep Lalemant alive longer, from six in the evening to nine the next morning, March 17th. They had pushed burning coals into his eyes. Lalemant’s heart was also ripped out to be eaten. The relics of the two martyrs were buried in the Sainte Marie chapel.

  • Children of God

    I read this article today. Please pray for the Church in Vietnam and in other countries that enforce such policies.

    (from lifesitenews.com)

    THUA THIEN-HUE province, Viet Nam, (LifeSiteNews.com) – The communist government of Viet Nam is punishing couples with more than two children, a local Catholic news agency reports. Catholic villagers in Thua Thien-Hue province told the Union of Catholic Asian News they are being fined for having more than two children under a revived government two-child policy.

    Catherine Pham Thi Thanh, 44, told the service that since 1996, she has been fined a total of 3,800 kilograms of rice for having six children. This represents a significant loss for the family which makes an annual profit of only 700 kilograms of rice from their 1,000 square-meter farm.

    Despite the fact that Viet Nam now has a below-replacement rate of fertility – 1.83 children born per woman – the communist government in the early 1960s imposed a 2-child limit for couples. The UN’s leading population control group, the UNFPA, has been active in contraception and abortion campaigns in the country since 1997.

    In 2000, the BBC lauded the policy for having reduced the overall fertility rate from 3.8 children per woman to 2.3, but admitted that a “degree of coercion” was used to ensure compliance. This included fines, expulsion from the communist party and confiscation of land. The original policy was scrapped in 2003 but revived in 2008 after a 10 percent spike in the birth rate alarmed officials who never stopped “encouraging” couples to have only small families.

    But even the UNFPA was reportedly “puzzled” by the revival. “In Vietnam now life expectancy is rising, the fertility rate is decreasing and in the next 20 years many people will be in the senior group,” said Tran Thi Van, of UNFPA. “If there’s not a sufficient labor force as the population is ageing, the country will face a lot of problems.”

    Viet Nam is following China and India on the path of demographic imbalance. The combination of ultrasound tests to determine the sex of the child plus abortion to favor boys, has forced the male to female ratio of the population to climb to 112-100 in 2007.

    The Union of Catholic Asian News spoke to the local parish priest, Fr Joseph Nguyen Van Chanh, who confirmed that 90 percent of his 1,200 parishioners have agreed to pay fines as a way to be faithful to Church teaching and said that Catholics are taught natural family planning methods during marriage preparation courses.

    Some local Catholics, said Father Chanh, are asking for donations from benefactors to support local people with large families.

  • Brother to Brother, Yours in Life and Death

         Yesterday was a wonderful day.

        The exterior of the Shrine and canes/crutches of people miraculously cured there.

                                                                                    

    A small group of older kids from the camp went to visit the Martyr’s Shrine in Midland, Ontario, that was built to honor the sacrifice of several Jesuit martyrs in the 1600s, including St. Jean de Brebeuf (look him up; his story is amazing). There in the midst of a beautiful church they have the relics of those martyr’s, including Brebeuf. It struck me for the first time, though I have beheld the relics of Jesuit saints before, that these are the remains of not only my fellows in the ancient faith, but also my brothers. I realized, too, that I have inherited their mission to bring the Word of God to all people, even if it calls for the highest sacrifice and one of the most horrific martyrdoms I have ever heard of.

     

    Afterwards we went to Sainte Marie Among the Hurons, the Jesuit mission at which Brebeuf and his companions were stationed. The current village has been reconstructed on the exact same site as the original, since shortly after the martyrdoms the mission was burned to the ground to prevent enemy capture and use. It was amazing to see the place as it was when my brothers lived and preached there all those centuries ago. It was especially amazing to walk into a Huron longhouse as it would have looked then, dark and full of smoke, beams of sunlight streaming down from the roof.

    Most humbling was to see the grave of St. Jean de Brebeuf and St. Gabriel Lalemant. When they were slain, some devout Huron carried their bodies back to the mission for burial. Not long after, however, they knew they would have to leave the mission and, wanting to take the bodies with them but not having any way of preserving them, they stripped the flesh and carried only the bones, burying the flesh at the mission.

    To see the grave of my incredible brothers and to pray there was a wonderful, though brief, experience. What an honor and what a blessing to be a part of their legacy!

  • Couldn’t Have Said it Better

    I was reading articles at catholic.org and came across this one by an author named Jennifer Hartline. I am posting it here for all of you to read, because I think it is fantastic. I hope you enjoy it!

    AGAIN- I did not write this!! Blessings to all on this beautiful Sunday! Camp is awesome; the first batch of campers will arrive in about 30 minutes!

     

    There are days when I do battle with a deadly spiritual malady, a form of spiritual heart disease. It comes in two forms, both rather sneaky in how they creep up on me and worm their way into my heart. They are cynicism and indifference. It’s not so much that I choose them; it’s that I make no effort to refuse them.

    Clearly, many of us are suffering this malady. This is the disease that zaps our energy and steals our excitement. It leaves us weary and lazy and full of handy excuses. It eats away at devotion and leaves our souls empty. Christendom in America is deeply infected with this life-sapping sickness. It is why so many Christians have been enticed and beguiled by power and popularity and persuaded to compromise. Without passion, without zeal, without fervor, we are lifeless and faith is so easily cast aside.

    St. Augustine prescribes the cure: We need a new romance. “To fall in love with God is the greatest of romances, to seek Him the greatest adventure, to find Him the greatest human achievement.” What the cynical and indifferent heart needs is a healthy dose of romance.

    We have every reason to be enthralled in romance! The greatest gesture of love known to the universe was made toward each of us by the Author of True Love. We are not simply liked and enjoyed; we are passionately, deeply, obsessively loved!

    How does it go again?

    “God so understood the world…”
    “God so cared for the world…”
    “God so respected the world…”
    “God so accepted the world…”
    “God so disdained the world…”
    “God so rejected the world…”

    No…God so LOVED the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life. God made a bold and unflinching proclamation of abiding, endless love to all mankind, and Jesus came to be made a fool of, all in the hope that He would win the hearts of His beloved ones. Only a passionate lover is willing to look foolish for his beloved.

    People, we desperately need a new romance. We need to take a good, long look with fresh eyes at the Lover of our souls and internalize the high price He paid for the chance to be reunited with us. I hope we have not stared at our painted images of God for so long that we are no longer impressed by what we see, for it’s not the typical picture of enchantment. Unadulterated passion and pure, ambitious love are not presented to us in flowers and sunsets, but in straw, wood, nails and blood.

    I wonder in our day if we can even comprehend the nature of real love. Do we spend much time anymore contemplating a love that isn’t sexual or pleasure-oriented? Are we even inclined to pursue an endeavor that demands self-sacrifice?

    “There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God – having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with them.” 2 Tim 3:1-5

    We have lost the fervor of our affection for God because we have become deadened to the meaning of real love. Love gives. Love is not self-seeking. Love cannot keep anything for itself. This kind of love is increasingly foreign to us. Like some kind of Dead Sea that only receives and never gives of itself to anyone else, we die inside because we don’t love. We must make a concerted effort to dwell on this crazy, extravagant love of God until it captures us again in the flush of romance. We need to fall in love with Jesus. It is the only cure for the cynical and indifferent heart.

    We need that love to make us fearless in our devotion. We need the kind of passion that turns us into willing fools, people who couldn’t care less what the world thinks of us. I want the kind of passion and love for Christ that is oblivious to everything but Him. If He holds my heart, I need nothing else. The sound of His voice makes my heart pound, and there’s no room in my ears for any scorn or insult. I say I want this kind of passion and love because I’m not quite there yet. But I’m being wooed, and the more I attend to His affection, the more this romance grows, and the more my heart longs only for Jesus. I want the love described in the Song of Solomon: “Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.”

    This is the love that turns ordinary people into saints! This is the love that turns you and me into the hands and feet of Jesus in the world. This is the love that softens the most hardened of hearts, the love the world simply cannot ignore. It is this love that gives us courage and compels us to be faithful no matter the cost.

    The heart in love with Jesus has no room for compromise or deception, since it only desires more of Jesus. The moral courage and conviction we lack, the absence of zeal and fervor in our faith is easily cured, if we will purposely incline ourselves toward Him. It is a sweet romance that beckons to us…let us fall in love again!

  • Catholic Roots

    Before I leave for the summer, I thought I should update my blog. Please forgive me, everyone, for failing in this. The last month of the semester was so full, and things demanded a great deal of my time. But I remembered all of you in prayer, and I kept up on my subscriptions, and even came to know a few more of you along the way; I love all of you very much. I hope that the summer camp I am headed to has internet access that I can use to check up on things once in a while, so please be patient with me this summer! I am being missioned, and with that comes a priority to the mission. If I have the time and the permission as well as the opportunity, I will look in on all of you. If not, please always remember that I am praying for you throughout the summer and will be back in late August.

     

    I thought for this update I would talk about something I’ve been meaning to for many, many months. I have come to know many Catholics here on Xanga, and a common sense among them is a feeling of unwelcome at Revelife, a blog I enjoy most of the time. But among comments on many posts I, too, find many people referring to the Catholic Church with a degree of hostility, and very rarely (thankfully) even a degree of hatred. I know that most people who frequent Revelife are not Catholic Christians, so it is understandable that most Revelifers understand very little about Catholicism and Catholic teaching. In the hope of bringing peace to this conflict and a higher degree of understanding to Revelife readers and Catholics on Xanga, I thought that I would offer this post reminding all Christians of what I call their “Catholic roots.” It is very important for Catholics to know their history and their faith, and I think that it is important for Protestants to remember, too, where they came from and, hopefully, where they are going. Most of all, with these things in mind I think it is important for both groups to love and respect one another, Catholics in that all other Christians are at least their brothers and sisters in the same baptism and saved by the same cross, and Protestants for the same as well as (hopefully) a tremendous gratitude for all that they have come to have from their Catholic heritage.

     

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    When Jesus went into the region of Caesarea Philippi he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?”

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    They replied, “Some say John the Baptist, others Elijah, still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”

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    He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”

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    Simon Peter said in reply, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.”

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    Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah. For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father.

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    And so I say to you, you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it.

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    I will give you the keys to the kingdom of heaven. Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven; and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”

     

    Here in Matthew 16 we have the laying of the foundation of the Church, with Christ choosing Peter specifically for a special leadership role, which we see affirmed after the resurrection along the seashore when Christ entrusts “the flock” to Peter, making him shepherd once Christ ascends to heaven. I read this, and other parts of the Gospel (one flock, one shepherd, for example) and notice very quickly and clearly, as the apostles and early Church Fathers did, that Christ established one Church and intended it to be one. While there was a dispersion of Christians across the known world at the time, apostles spreading out to various population centers such as Ephesus, Rome, Alexandria, etc., there was a great effort to keep everyone on the same page. This led to the gathering of several councils of bishops, all men appointed directly by the apostles, who appointed others and so on, or sometimes bishops were chosen by groups of other bishops and appointed to a particular city. Regardless, there was an established chain of authority going all the way back to the apostles, which leads to Christ himself, the point being that the men gathered at the councils (Nicea, for example) were not just a bunch of random people making decisions for everyone (neither is this the case today).

     

    Two efforts to come of these councils that I would like to point out in particular would be the Nicene Creed and the canon of the Bible. The Nicene Creed, one of the most widely used articulations of fundamental Christian beliefs, is a part of many Christians’ heritage today and, though perhaps not employed by some Christians, the theology summarized in the Creed (one baptism, virgin birth of Christ, Trinitarian things) are still seen in every Christian group I have encountered. All of that is part of everyone’s Catholic heritage.

     

    The canon of the Bible is another part of the same heritage. Certainly, the Bible is scripture and being scripture is important (some Christians would say it is the most important), but the canon or layout of the Bible is not itself scriptural. The books of the Bible were chosen, ordered and assembled by human beings. The Old Testament was fairly set by the time of the apostles and the very early Christians, and they also circulated letter written by apostles (such as Paul) and their followers. Also around that time some apostles and close followers of them began recording Gospels. Over time various communities preferred different texts, and by the 5th century the canon of the New Testament was set basically to what we see today in the Catholic Church. Since the Reformation, some denominations have altered the canon a little, removing some things and placing varying degrees of doctrinal value on others, but all in all the Bible has reached the people of today through the Catholic Church, its texts painstakingly copied by hand throughout the centuries until the printing press.

     

    Touching on the Reformation; this is for me a very painful time in Christian history. What once was one became two, three, and today the Body of Christ has been fractured into approximately 38000 denominations, the Catholic Church and those churches in communion with her remaining the largest by a large margin. Granted, there was the Great Schism which caused a great division between the East and West Church, but with the split did not come the radical alterations of doctrine and tradition that the Reformation would eventually see.

     

    In a nutshell, as I understand it, the Reformation led by Martin Luther (an Augustinian monk before he broke his vows of poverty, chastity and obedience), was undertaken to address certain issues he had with the Church at the time, including indulgences (chiefly the perceived buying and selling of them), and the corruption of the clergy (quite a valid concern in some cases, but not all clergy were corrupt), but mainly the controversies surrounding indulgences. There are other issues that arose after this initial effort, such as a dislike of priestly celibacy and religious chastity, as well as papal authority, along with the theology of the Eucharist regarding transubstantiation; forgive me if I haven’t touched all the issues.

     

    I agree with the need to reform the use and abuse of indulgences and corruption of the clergy, at the time. Luther’s brave case came at a necessary time in the Church’s history, but the issue was handled quite poorly on both sides. Some officials in the Church were unwilling to listen to anyone who would dare suggest anything of the like, and I believe that Martin Luther could have endeavored further to be faithful to his vow of obedience and patiently and appropriately sought to have his case heard. But it seems to me that pride on both sides ended up tearing the Church apart, a wound that to this day has not healed. But looking back at the things Luther had the biggest problems with and then looking at the Church today, I can’t help seeing that the necessary reformation of indulgences did come about (patience is a virtue, especially when reforming a worldwide, millennia-old Church), and there is much more oversight and monitoring of priests today. Granted, yes, there are still problems with corrupt clergy, but they are, as they always have been, the exception; priests and men studying to be priests (like myself) are not all child-molesters, despite the media’s attempt to portray us as such whenever a new scandal breaks. But every organization, be it a police force, the US Congress, or a school is prone to corruption from within, being that all human endeavors are staffed with sinners. Again, I look back at the main problems Luther had with the Church of almost 500 years ago and ask myself, “Why and what are they still protesting? When will they come home?”

     

    Despite the great divisions seen since the Reformation, there are many traditions, some scriptural and some completely traditional, that remain in many denominations today. For example, the Our Father; not only do we see the prototypes of the prayer in the Gospels, but the form most Christians use in the world today was transmitted orally over time, through many different tongues and translations. I’ve found it interesting that most Christians do not pray the prayer as it is found in most Bibles; we pray what we learned from our parents and teachers. Either way, this prayer that is known by almost every Christian and beloved by them is, again, a gift of every Christian’s Catholic roots.

     

    Other traditions include pews, stained glass windows, candles, the altar, liturgical vestments, church buildings, and the other “stuff” that many Christians see within their church and use in their celebrations. The sermon, the role of pastor, the pulpit; all of these things have been handed down. Some of these things were Christianized long ago, adopted from Jewish practices for example, but all have reached us through the Catholic Church.

     

    However, the greatest gift of every Christian’s Catholic heritage is Jesus Christ himself. If the Catholic Church, the very same church that grew from the one established by Christ with Peter, propagated by him along with the other apostles, and further by their disciples and appointees, has guarded and made available the Gospel to all people throughout history. When the Reformation and other events in the Church’s history led to the division of Christ’s flock entrusted to Peter, the one thing that always without fail went with the departing group was the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Despite horrific persecution in her earliest years, despite every war and natural disaster since the life of Christ was put to paper, despite every effort anyone has made to rid the world of the most powerful message ever recorded, the Catholic Church has preserved Christ’s words for all peoples and all times.

     

    Please, the next time you are on Revelife or talking about the Catholic Church, remember these things and all the rest, and show her and her members the dignity and respect they deserve or, in the very least, “love your enemies” (hopefully we are not considered such!). For all Christians owe the Church all that their faith tradition holds dear; you may as well hate your very own mother, if you decide to hate the Catholic Church! Certainly Catholics and other Christians do not see eye-to-eye on every issue, but we all have too much to be grateful for to show her disrespect, and certainly we should all at least be grateful enough for our Catholic heritage to show Christ’s love to each other, despite doctrinal differences.

     

    I hope this post proves a little helpful, I hope it provokes much thought and promotes peace and love amongst all Christians here on Xanga. Revelife is a wonderful opportunity for Christian unity on an internet full of division. To all Catholics: love your brothers and sisters in Christ. To all other Christians: the same; remember your roots!

     

    If anyone finds this Revelife-worthy, please let me know and let Revelife know! Rec and spread the word! And if ever anyone would like to know or try to understand anything about the Catholic Church, ask!

     

    EDIT: I forgot to add the address of this beautiful video about the Church that has brought many people home. The actual website, www.catholicscomehome.org , is very good for people thinking of becoming Catholic, or for people who just want to learn more. Enjoy, and God bless!

     

    http://www.catholicscomehome.org/epic/epic120.phtml

  • With the Timbers of the Cross, Christ Built His Church

    (From the catechesis by St. John Chrysostom, bishop.)

    If we wish to understand the power of Christ’s Blood, remember where itcame from, how it ran down from the Cross, flowing from the Master’s side. The Gospel records that when Christ was dead, but still hung on the Cross, a soldier came and pierced his side with a lance and immediately there poured out Water and Blood. Now the water was a sign of baptism and the Blood of the Holy Eucharist. The soldier pierced the Lord’s side and breached the wall of the sacred temple, and I have found the treasure and made it my own. So also with the lamb; the Jews sacrificed the victim and I have been saved by it.

    There flowed from his side Water and Blood.

    Beloved, do not pass over this mystery without thought; it has yet another hidden meaning, which I will explain to you. I said that Water and Blood symbolized Baptism and the Holy Eucharist. From these two sacraments the Church is born: from Baptism, the cleansing water that gives re-birth through the Holy Spirit, and from the Holy Eucharist. Since the symbols of Baptism and the Eucharist flowed from his side, it was from his side that Christ fashioned the Church, as he had fashioned Eve from the side of Adam. Moses gave a hint of this when he tells the story of the first man and makes him exclaim: Bone from my bones and flesh from my flesh!

    As God then took a rib from Adam’s side to fashion woman, so Christ has given us Blood and Water from his side to fashion the Church. God took the rib when Adam was in a deep sleep, and in the same way Christ gave us the Blood and Water after his own death.

    Do you understand, then, how Christ has united his bride to himself and what food he gives us all to eat?

    By one and the same food we are both brought into being and are nourished. As a woman nourishes her child with her own blood and milk, so does Christ unceasingly nourish with his own Blood those to whom he himself has given life.

  • Holy Week

    O come, O come Emmanuel,

    and ransom captive Israel

    that mourns in lowly exile here

    until the Son of God appear.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel…

     

    Oh hark now people of Jerusalem,

    throw cloaks and palms under the feet of Him,

    for soon His chosen hour will come

    to rise and ready our heavenly home.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee O Israel!

     

    Watch as He takes into His hands the bread,

    raising it above His regal head,

    and then He offers up the cup-

    His body and blood given unto us.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Oh earth beneath His weary feet,

    within the Garden drank ye vintage sweet

    as in His agony He shed

    His tears, His blood, O! precious drops of red!

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Then by the torchlight our Lord did spy

    His friend who by a kiss did betray

    Him to the law, an unjust arrest

    of Christ, guilty only of innocence.

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    Oh the tears that Peter wept

    at knowing our Lord’s prophecy was kept

    of his denying Jesus thrice

    and oh the sobs that filled that sorry night!

    Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel has come to thee, O Israel!

     

    With cruelty they mocked and beat our Lord

    and uttered not a single kindly word.

    If only they knew you were King,

    that you their souls were delivering!

    Though mocked, though beat Emmanuel shall save thee, O Israel!

     

    And still they mocked you at your trial,

    false and unjust all the while.

    Oh God, to think of you in chains

    and suffering through all our mortal pains!

    Away, away Emmanuel! Away you sent Him, Israel!

     

    Even Rome in all her regal might

    found you guiltless in her sight,

    and even had you scourged; despite

    all this the crowd wished you crucified!

    “The cross, the cross, Emmanuel! The cross!” cried all of Israel!

     

    So began that solemn Way

    of the Cross, the price of Sin to pay.

    ‘twas not your debt, but out of your Love

    you paid it to save every one of us.

    O walk, O fall, Emmanuel! Oh see Him bear your sins, O Israel!

     

    To that lonely hill you did bear

    the burden of our sins with care,

    and oh! the sound of nails driv’n

    into the hands sent to us from heav’n!

    Oh watch and see! Emmanuel is pierced for thee, O Israel!

     

    Upon the cross they raised you high,

    that all the world might see you and cry,

    “O God of heaven, who am I

    that for me your dear Son should die?”

    O weep, O mourn! Emmanuel shall die for thee, O Israel!

     

    Arms outstretched and heart open wide,

    on that sad day the Son of God died.

    Though all was given, a spear thrust

    delivered the last of His blood to us.

    O cry, O cry! Emmanuel has died for thee, O Israel!

     

    Come, Mary, lay the fruit of your womb

    into the dark and solitary tomb

    and wait for the end of all pain

    for in three days your Son shall rise again!

    O hush, O hush! Emmanuel shall rise again, O Israel!

  • Lent- Giving Thanks, Not Giving Up

    Lent is coming.

    Or for many who are just getting to this on Wednesday, it is already here!

    And there may be some who do not observe Lent.

    Whatever the case may be, it has come. Who is giving up junkfood? *raises hand*

    So many (including myself for many years) see Lent as a time to give something up, be it video games, junkfood, smoking, or they see it as a time to really crack down on exercise or making extra time for prayer. These are all really great things.

    But since when was Lent basically the Christian New Year?

    Lent has traditionally been a time of penance, when one is particularly mindful of their sinful nature and does their best to prepare themselves for the celebration of Easter. Giving up things like junkfood or drinking, as well as adopting a deeper practice and life of prayer, was seen as a discipline to help steel one against sinful tendancies and “make straight the way of the Lord” into a person’s heart, to receive Christ anew and in a deeper way on Easter. This has been my understanding at least (and Lord knows I am no historian!).

    In the last few years, though, I’ve come to look at Lent a little differently. Now, I certainly don’t mean to belittle anyone for whatever their Lenten resolution might be, but I got to a point during novitiate when I wondered, “What the heck is the point?”

    Seriously, how does giving up junkfood help me grow in my Christian life, if I’m just going to go to town on a pack of Peeps come Easter?

    I would say, “It doesn’t.”

    However, it can.

    You see, Lent is not only a time to be mindful of one’s sinful ways and to take a few weeks to work on that, but it is a time when we consider Christ’s journey to the Cross. In the Catholic Church, all the Sunday readings start pointing toward Jerusalem, and we follow him week-by-week all the way to Palm Sunday, to the Triduum, the Cross. Lent, for me, is a stark reminder of Christ’s sacrifice, and all this focus on my sinfulness is like being taken out to eat at a very expensive restaurant and getting a peek at the bill before the other person graciously pays for the whole thing. You get that sinking feeling in your gut like, “Shouldn’t I be paying my share?”

    But instead you are left sipping on the rest of your ice water while the other person stuffs a pile of bills into the little black wallet and pockets his copy of the receipt.

    Lately in life I have come to see Lent as an opportunity to go to the cross with Jesus, suffering a little with him along the way. I find that you can give your Lenten resolutions a great deal of meaning if instead you offer them as sacrifices. So, whenever you are eating and someone asks, “Would you like dessert?” and you say, “No thank you,” because you gave sweet up for Lent, instead of thinking, “Phew, that was easy,” instead spend a moment in prayer and say something like, “Lord Jesus Christ, you have given up so much for me, more than I can ever repay. But I love you, and I want to repay you some how, so I offer you this small sacrifice in honor of and thanksgiving for the cross you bore and the death you suffered for my sake.”

    If we offer our little penances as sacrifices, we offer ourselves as gifts to Jesus Christ, which is part of what being a Christian is all about.

    This Lent, I challenge all of us (myself included!) to, instead of merely “doing without,” to “do with” a great deal of love. Let us try really hard (even if it is a sacrifice!) to love the other people in our lives as we ought, as our brothers and sisters, so that we don’t spend Lent focusing on what I am giving up, but instead reminding ourselves of what He has given for all. Let us walk with him all the way to Golgotha so that, the tears of Good Friday having dried, we may rise with him to greet that glorious Easter sun.

    Jesus Christ has given us all so much; let’s try this Lent to give a little back.

     

     

     

    Also, I would like to let you all know that I will not be on Xanga at all during Lent, not until Palm Sunday (April 5th). But I will be checking my email, so please, if there is anything you would like me to pray for during Lent, leave a comment and it will be emailed to me. You can come by any time during Lent and leave a comment, and I will bring your prayers into my own as soon as I see them. If they are personal, you can leave a comment asking me to message you, and I will get in touch as soon as I can. God bless all of you, and may your Lenten journey be with Christ!

    Your brother in Him,

    Jacob

  • Happy (Early) St. Valentine’s Day!

     i wait- cameron

    I am heading home for the weekend, so I have to post this early since the effect will be utterly lost if posted after the fact!

    Every St. Valentine’s Day since my freshman year of high school (1998-99) I have made it my mission to bring to those women who haven’t a Valentine some measure of gladness on what can be for some a very long and lonely day. In the last ten years, when the concept of a Valentine had been relevant (since up until that point girls were “yucky”), I have only twice had a Valentine: one was indeed my girlfriend, and one was a young lady I was courting. Being of very slender means, I was not really able to afford anything so extravagant as roses, chocolates, etc. So from afar in Wyoming I mailed my girlfriend a plastic rose (so it would not die en route), a chocolate bar, and a newly-composed poem now lost to time and her devices. This was all placed inside a cardboard poster tube and mailed across the frigid wastes of Nebraska, arriving safely at her door in Iowa.

    The next year was quite different, in that I had no money even for such an economical endeavor as a plastic flower and Hershey’s chocolate. But the love I had for this woman whom I was courting was unlike any I’d experienced up until that point of my life, and I was easily moved to words. So instead of a dozen roses, I wrote within a week’s span fourteen poems, in recognition of Feb. 14th, and gave them to her, the chief poem among them being titled, “Poor Man’s Roses.”

    Now that I am studying for the priesthood, I am obviously no more a-courting, as my vow of chastity solidifies my affections Elsewhere, though it permits me a freedom to love as I have never before known. My St. Valentine’s mission has not slackened in the least; in truth, I have come to know especially through Xanga that such genuine expressions of love are desperately needed in a world where truth, where love, where real acceptance for a person is so hard to find. So I write on, and every year I try posting a poem on my site for all of the women who might come across it. I offer these poems not for praise or for any kind of return, but chiefly for this: that all women, especially those who feel lost, rejected, unloved or in any other way laden with sorrow might know even in some small degree that they are beautiful, they are loved not only by me, but most of all by the God who created them, fashioning them in secret that he might make real for them his great and boundless love. Were God’s love an ocean, this poem and the love I offer you all through it would be but a particle of mist.

    Here is this year’s poem, in all modesty. Please forgive any baseness, mediocrity, presumption or any other thing that might detract from the intention of the heart behind the pen. If you enjoy this, please recommend it to others. Should you stumble across someone on Xanga who feels alone and unloved this day, bring them here in the hopes that my few words might allow for them a brief moment of light on their cloudy day. God bless you all, in great abundance always.

    Humbly yours this St. Valentine’s Day, Jacob

    “The Truth of the Matter”

    For St. Valentine’s Day 2009

     

    What is night but sunless day,

    that orb having gone her shattered way

    ‘til she gathers ‘gain each wayward star

    and breaks the darkness with the dawn

    of her face, the misty veil drawn

    back as she ascends heaven’s stair?

     

    So too my love, bedewed in sorrow,

    take heart, for on the morrow

    the shattered truth of thee assembles,

    stitched with patience, men’d with tears,

    with trials tempered o’er long years

    ‘til before thee all creation trembles.

     

    For no creature, land or fine art,

    no sight nor sound, no whole nor part

    of anything can close compare

    to the truth of thee, when ‘tis known

    and the world’s lies be overgrown

    with beauty’s flowers everywhere.

     

    The truth, dear love, ‘tis quite plain;

    I sing not a new verse, but a buried strain,

    that thou art beautiful by birth.

    Thy beauty is no measurement of flesh or bone;

    these things be merely the lovely home

    of a star betwixt heaven and earth.

     

    This star, this radiant sun awaiting dawn,

    when deception falls, its curtain drawn

    lo! a light ‘fore which no shadow may stand!

    Be free, love, of the world’s cloud of lies

    that would paint thy flesh to please men’s eyes;

    be woman, the glory of God’s hand!

    crucifix and roses