 The Heart
By Br. Stella Maris The heart is a sign of life and love. When we see a heartbeat on a sonogram, we are joyful. It is the heart that pumps lifeblood through our bodies. The heart is also a sign of love. We often replace the word love with a heart in our messages when we express our love. We feel a certain warmness of heart when we think about those we love, whether it’s our family, friends, spouse, or God and His goodness. This month of June we glory in the Sacred Heart of Jesus. His Sacred Heart is also a sign of life and love, divine life and divine love. Divine life because through pouring out His blood in His Passion we are freely given grace, which is a share in the divine life. A sign of divine love, a love ceaselessly pursuing us, His beloved, to free us from our slavery to disordered desires, selfishness, and death. When we receive the Eucharist, the same body, blood, soul, and divinity that animates the Sacred Heart of Jesus, our hearts are transformed. Let us then go forth into the world and seek out those whose hearts are hardened by vice or suffering, with only a flicker of life left in their heart and invite them to be transformed by the overflowing measure of grace poured out for them by the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
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 By a “Dominican in Spirit” I was meditating on the stations of the cross this weekend and on the 5th station I thought how everyone wants to have the tree of life, from Eden, to nourish them but when we find out that the tree of life is actually the cross we run from it. Simon wanted anything else but to be dragged into the passion story by carrying Christ's cross. He had children, he didn't live there, he had just come into the city, he wasn't at the condemnation, didn't know who was in need of his help, didn't want to be beaten or die (who would care for his children - legit concerns) and was not part of the story until that moment. He just happened to be there and was presented with the tree of life which he did not recognize & ordered to help a man whom he did not recognize & tried to reject the task. He likely spent the rest of his life thanking God for dragging him into that service, probably kicking and screaming (like the rest of us). Luke tells us in Acts that his children were given great honor/respect in the early church for their father's actions. We are so stupid, evil and self-willed. It is a wonder that such a Love exists that would willingly suffer and die for us ungrateful, unwilling, selfish, conniving bastards (it is somewhat easy to see how many can doubt such a love exists)....And yet such Love does exist and His Name, JESUS CHRIST, is above all other names. A name at which, some day, every knee of every creature will bend in homage, in heaven, on earth and under the Earth. Glory be to God that He chose us to receive His gifts of copious grace. May He never stop striving to make us worthy of this great gift, despite our (on my part at least) unwilling stubbornness. I do not deserve His love, my wife, my family, my abilities, my wealth (more than some less than others), my experiences, my health, my senses, my faith or for that matter your friendship, yet, miraculously I have them; despite all of my past betrayals. God grant that I keep this in mind every day for the rest of my life.  By Sr. Diana Maria “…where moth and rust doth corrupt,” I muttered to myself while furiously mopping up a spilled glass of wine. I was mocking myself for my attachment to the lovely things I’d collected over the years: most especially, in this case, certain items in the path of the small flood: a diminutive hand carved Nativity set, the tiny faces of which were breathtakingly expressive. It was sitting on top of a small green Primitive antique table, maybe 200 years old. The little green table happened, in turn, to be situated above my 9’x7’ handmade Iranian rug. My first thought as the wine glass tipped in slow motion had been, “Thar’ she all goes!” Because I’ve had the increasing feeling that I have somehow managed to store up way too much treasure on earth, to all of which I am way too attached. I would be quick to note in my own defense that I have been diligently adding to my store of treasure in heaven at the same time as I have been accruing my worldly goods, and in the usual ways: prayer, service, obedience to the Commandments, attending Mass faithfully and frequently; but I had a certain uneasy feeling that there would come a time when the two---storing my treasures on earth and storing my treasure in heaven—would come to be at odds with one another. A show-down, if you will. And I remember Bob Dylan as he sang, “You’re gonna have to Serve Somebody!... well, it may be the Devil…or it may be the Lord, but you’re gonna have to Serve Somebody--” I often identify with the rich man who asks Jesus what he must do...; Jesus tells him to obey all the commandments…. The young man says that he’s already done those things, “what more should I do?” and Jesus tells him to sell all he owns and give to the poor… “ When the young man heard this statement, he went away sad, for he had many possessions.” Matthew 19:22 (NAB) ********* Not too long ago I saw Mary Poirier (wife of singer songwriter and evangelist John Michael Poirier) say in a Youtube clip from their ministry Leave the Light On, “I want to be a saint.”* *Gasp* A Saint? I was pretty sure that that would mean giving up, like, ownership of all my little treasures. And as I told a priest not long afterward while discussing it in confession: “A saint…? I've been perfectly happy trundling along toward purgatory like everyone else!” It was just interesting to me that three of the Things most precious to me had been in the path of that spilled wine. And I observed my own reaction: How I had jumped to attention, all action to mitigate the damage, and yet at the same time I was chuckling ruefully to myself: “… but store ye up treasure in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt….” And, as the nanoseconds ticked by, it was revealed that: The red wine was not in contact with the wooden nativity long enough to ruin its original stain; Nor had the wine’s acidity damaged the original paint on my primitive antique table; And as to the rug? The wine hadn’t even touched it. But somehow, suddenly, a slight, graceful, shift of consciousness, and they were all just Things, after all. And maybe, just maybe, I could give them up. And I felt a little lighter and closer to heaven. Maybe I want to be a Saint.  by Sr. Catherine Marie Michael, O.P. Her eyes sparkled with joy. I caught a glimpse of something clutched in her hands, and I was curious to see it up close. The simple fish drawn by my daughter with sensitivity and care, had caught my eye with their bold colors and flowing lines in contrast with delicately rendered, melting cubes of ice. I recognized the scene from our trip to the fish market, in Japan, where the day’s catch is displayed like prizes pulled from the depths of the ocean, by those who ventured out into the bursting, raucous waves. We had watched a fisherman that day, carefully preparing to slice a large tuna and showing respect for such an abundant gift. These moments of unexpected beauty in a fish market inspired my daughter’s own expression of beauty. She found childhood joy, appreciating her ability to be expressive through line and color, and in what she had observed and received in wonder. Experiencing the wonder of beauty leads to a search for many more instances of beauty in our lives. When our lives lack beauty, they seem devoid of life’s luster and wonder. Viktor Frankl, in Man’s Search for Meaning, wrote about his days in the Auschwitz concentration camp, where he starved and marched to work each day, struggling to survive, but found renewed wonder in the gift of the sunsets and the beauty and love of his wife. He was made shockingly aware of what life is like without beauty. Such austere, tragic circumstances, where the story repels and tells of degradation, pain, and violence, might appear to inevitably engulf humanity in the darkness of inconsolable despair, unless there is a glimmer of light. Pope Paul VI wrote “This world in which we live needs beauty in order not to sink into despair.” It would seem to follow from his train of thought, that beauty offers or reveals hope. There is a fragile yet bold beauty in the first crocuses of spring that poke through the last remnants of snow. There is a gentle beauty in the light which touches the figures within Caravaggio’s Nativity with St. Francis and St. Lawrence, in which the Christ child, the Incarnate Word, is bringing light into the darkness. If beauty is linked to hope, then Christ Jesus upon the Cross is beautiful, for out of love, He lived for us and gave his life for us, that we might follow him and have the hope of eternal life (CCC 519). Pope St. John Paul II wrote, “…true beauty…as a glimmer of the Spirit of God, will transfigure matter, opening the human soul to the sense of the eternal.” The glimmer of true beauty in this life is the Holy Spirit at work, igniting hope within our hearts. On a pilgrimage of faith, we can continue to seek beauty and hope, like the Magi under the guidance of the star…” (St. John Paul II, CT 60). Jesus Christ guides us by revealing that, “…the truth will set you free” (John 8:32). Trusting in the truth of God’s goodness and love to heal through Christ, our brokenness, and save us from being dominated by slavery to sin, sets us free to hope for abundance of life when we remain in him (John 10:10). Humbly receiving Christ’s mercy and trusting Him with our lives, rather than turning away in pride, lets Him turn our stony hearts into natural ones (Ezekiel 26:36). Although a pilgrimage of faith is not easy, Jesus assures us that He will remain with us (Matt 28:20). He says of those who would follow him, “let him deny himself and take up his cross…. Whoever loses his life for my sake will find it” (Matt 16:24-26). To follow and to be like Christ then requires one to no longer live for self, but to live for Him and for others out of love (John 15:12-13). Jesus gave his life for us out of love, but his Paschal mystery is a unique event in time, that is not fleeting, but transcends time offering us his continued presence and the hope of our salvation (CCC 1085). He destroyed death, bringing hope to those who remain connected to him as the branches to the Vine. The Church’s liturgy and Eucharistic celebration is an invitation to remain in communion with Christ and participate in his mystical Body. Christ, who is present as Head of the Body, offers his divine prayer to the Father that we may be nourished through his body and blood, and sanctified through him. It is an invitation to attain the hope of God’s ongoing work of salvation. In Living Liturgy, Sophia Cavaletti asserts that the liturgy is a memorial that makes the event of Christ’s Paschal mystery present in our lives, not merely a remembering of an event stuck in the past. She poignantly writes, “In the celebration, these events become actual. The memorial, therefore, shows itself to be free from the restrictions of time and space. In the liturgical celebration, the human person lives that freedom” (Cavaletti, Part One, p. 13). We are then able to enter into Christ’s mysteries, which Blessed Columba Marmion asserts, are our mysteries, “because the Eternal Father saw us with His Son in each of the mysteries lived by Christ…(Christ in His Mysteries, p. 14).” Thus, God’s vision is vast and unrestricted by time, unlike our own, and the grace merited by Jesus Christ touches and is able to transform the lives of everyone who believes, follows, and depends upon him. In Liturgy and the Law of the Incarnation, Cyprian Vagaggini, OSB, writes that the sacraments are “channels of grace” because the “incarnation is prolonged” in them. He adds that in the Eucharist in particular, “…the divine descends into the human, into the sensible itself, in order to elevate man” (p.303). He says further, that those who believe are in “personal contact” with the Paschal mystery and that we are obligated to include ourselves in this “ever permanent historical event, and thus [are able] to conquer space and time” (p. 304). Through his prolonged incarnation, Christ remains present to actively shepherd each person away from emptiness, and towards the destiny of eternal life (CT 5, CT 9, GD 102, RM 22, Wisdom 1:13-15, Eph 3:8-10). Dwelling within the temple of our souls, his Spirit wills to fashion each person with divine holiness. When my brother was unconscious and close to death in the hospital, the nurse pointed out that he was wearing a green scapular, and I recognized it as the one our mom gave to him. Seeing it prompted me to try to stay up all night praying the rosary. Any love and strength that I brought to him in his final moments did not originate in me, but came from a timely, renewed trust and reliance on Christ. I must have dozed off, then was awakened at dawn when I heard noises as if in the house where we grew up. Managing to open my eyes, I saw a vision of Mary, smiling tenderly at me with pure compassion and true beauty. Although unexpected, it seemed very natural, a vision that I cannot deny and which gives me hope for my brother. I continue to pray for him, so that he may say, as St. Paul says, “O death, where is thy victory? Oh death, where is thy sting?” (1Cor: 55-57). Beauty received is a gift and glimpse of the eternal, created by a loving God who offers each person further hope of the fullness of abundant life in him. Through Christ’s Paschal mystery, which is made present to us in the liturgy, we may offer our own lives in communion with God’s only begotten Son, Jesus Christ, who humbled himself for our sake in order to grant those who follow him, the hope of the Resurrection, so that we may partake in God’s divine and eternal life. We are called to grow in holiness as people of hope, nourished by the Eucharist, who humbly depend on Christ’s presence dwelling within us, to beautify and beatify each other’s lives. It is Christ that you seek when you search for the source of all hope, and in Him there is great joy and the wonder of true, divine, and vast beauty.  by Brother Pio Benedict In daily life we have many ups and downs, worries and concerns, strifes and jubilations. When we hit our lows, we tend to turn more to the comfort of our religious beliefs and traditions, praying and seeking solace in our faith; the key word here being faith. Faith is knowing that our prayers will be answered but also realizing that a non-answer to our prayers could also be the answer since God knows best what we need and require. When we pray, we are speaking to our Lord and we must do so sincerely and deliberately, with all our heart and soul. We must realize and trust that He will answer these prayers and grant us what we need even though this could differ from what we believe we need. In the crises that I have experienced in life, I have prayed fervently and intently for help and assistance for my issues and problems, never giving up and never losing faith. Miracles came, some obvious and deliberate and others later, in a way that I would understand that my prayers were actually answered but not necessarily in the way I thought I needed. The key is to have faith, deep faith that God has heard us and will come to our aid. Never doubt this fact. The doubt means our faith is not strong. Be aware of your state of faith. Ask God's help in growing your faith. My faith cannot be shattered; I know I will be heard. Doubt never enters my mind. Our heavenly Father hears and loves His children and in His ultimate wisdom, He always grants what we need, but again, in His own way which is sometimes different from what we think we need. |
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