Our Lady's Crucifix

On Saturday, September 23, 2017, I along with hundreds of others were able to see for the first time the new chapel on Aquinas College's campus, Our Lady Seat of Wisdom. While this was not my first time in the physical building, it was the first time I was able to see the finished, nearly finished space.

While the entire space is truly beautiful, the most stunning part if you ask me is the crucifix, what I affectionately call Our Lady's Crucifix. Ever since this day I have been struggling to find the words to talk about this beautiful and inspirational crucifix. A crucifix unlike any I've seen before, or perhaps simply the first to cause such an internal longing that I've spent the last several weeks mulling over what to say.

Desperately I was hoping for something profound to say that could summarize this piece and spare anyone who reads this a lengthy read.

Listening to 'When I Survey the Wondrous Cross' (Click here to listen) I hoped to find inspiration. While a touchingly beautiful song, it did not prove to be beneficial in helping put an end to my writer's block.

When this proved unsuccessful I turned my attention to Scripture, immediately racing to St. Paul's letter to the Philippians, which contains passages always used when talking about Christology (See Philippians 2:6-11).

It wasn't until one day last week that I was finally struck with what to write. After daily mass, I decided to sit in a chair at the foot of this crucifix. I decided to spend an hour with Our Lady's Crucifix in the hopes of finally finding the words to say.

Within the first minutes of sitting down, I knew what to say. I knew that all I needed to know was the phrase "It is finished." A phrase I've used dozens of times when asked how a test or a paper or even an entire semester went. I would simply respond with "It is finished." This being a quote from Jesus himself. From the Gospel of John, Chapter 19 verse 30, "When Jesus had taken the wine, he said, 'It is finished.' And bowing his head, he handed over the spirit."

This is it, this is what I needed. After mere moments of sitting at the foot of this cross, my writer's block had seemingly evaporated.

The only explanation for this, the reason these words are so fitting, the reason, I believe why this, Our Lady's Crucifix speaks more to me than others I've seen and prayed before is because it is a clear depiction of not only a crucified Christ but a dead Christ.

This crucifix, with Jesus' shoulders, slightly slumped forward clearly depicts a Christ that has died. While this is by no means a new revelation in and of itself, it struck me in a way that hasn't before.

Jesus, a man who was fully human and fully divine died. Not only that however, he didn't simply die, he died a very painful and gruesome death. Something else that is clearly depicted in this crucifix.

As I sat, I began to notice the detail of the veins bulging in Jesus' thin arms. The cracked upper lip. The visible rib cage, the nail passing through his feet, the crown of thorns, his gaunt face, all clearly demonstrate the tremendous agony that was experienced.

Above Jesus' head is another unique aspect to this crucifix. While many include the inscription INRI, the inscription that Pilate included, "Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews." This Crucifix, much like the actual Cross Jesus died on, according to John's Gospel (Jn 19:19-20), includes the inscription, or its abbreviation (INRI), in Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. While this may have been nothing more than an attempt historically to ensure that all who passed by could read it. It now serves as a reminder, that while I wonder in awe at Jesus' willingness to die on the cross for me, the truth is that salvation is for all.

While the entire sacred space of Our Lady Seat of Wisdom is truly a sight worth seeing, I find Our Lady's Crucifix to be most worthy of thoughtful prayer and reflection. Many hours since my initial attempt at curing my writer's block have been spent sitting at the foot of this crucifix and they have truly been spiritually enriching moments!

Peace and Blessings Always
~M

What Makes a Christian a Christian?

Well over a month ago now I had the opportunity to sit at a brewery, drink a beer and listen as a gathering of people from a church I am not a member of answer the question 'What Makes a Christian a Christian?'

As I sat and listened to the answers to this question that the people around me offered I had to reflect on the answer I had prepared to give. While one individual talked about the idea of being partially Christian on one's own and only fully Christian when a member of a Christian community I was left to wonder if one could be partially Christian?

While my mind wandered down this rabbit hole I began to truly reflect on the overly simplified answer I came with that a Christian is someone who identifies Christ as their lord and savior and attempts to live their life accordingly. While I'm sure in many classrooms that answer may be the perfect fit. Had I been able to articulate this in grade school I'm certain I would have impressed and annoyed many of the people around me.

Yet as I sat there drinking a beer and listening to these authentic insights from peoples experiences my mind naturally turned to the theological concept of Anonymous Christian (for the Rahner nerds out there I hope you see how I connected these dots).

Here I was left to wonder, is being a Christian more than a seemingly simple creedal statement of belief? Now with this having been over a month ago, I cannot pinpoint what comment or what passing thing out the window hit me but suddenly all I could think of was a song sometimes sung at mass.

The answer came to me in a song I'd sung hundreds of times, a song that more often than not drove me nuts, a simple song, "We Are One in the Spirit". In particular, in this song there is a line repeated over and over again, "They will know we are Christians by our love". That's it. That is the answer. As simple as it sounds. What makes a Christian a Christian is the love that they share with the world.

As simple as that sounds it may well be the most difficult answer to the question. Saying a few words and being considered a Christian would be easy. However, the reality is that this label isn't meant to be an easy mantle to carry to truly love is a far more difficult task than simply reciting a few words from a creed on Sunday.

The question I leave you with, the rabbit hole I continue to wonder down is, when did loving become so hard? 

Peace and Blessings Always
~M

This is my beloved _________, with whom I am well pleased; listen to them.

Two of today's readings (8/6/17) included the following, "This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him." (Mt 17: 1-9 and 2 Pt 1: 16-19).

There is only one thought I want to share today, ignoring all the other theologically brilliant aspects of the readings (AKA all the things I would love to talk about for an undetermined length of time).

How often do we find ourselves realizing that we can be that son, that daughter, that child with whom God is well pleased?

This is my son, my daughter, my friend, my parent, my spouse, this is a person I know, and I love them.

Why can't it be that simple?


Peace and Blessings Always

  ~M

Sieger Köder's depiction of the transfiguration. Perhaps our lives can be transfigured...

"I am here."

          Anyone who knows me well knows that there are often times that I have a complete and utter inability to see how the dots are connected. Similarly, there are often times that I find ways to connect the dots in the most round about and illogical way possible. It should then come to those who know me that I often find myself reading a book or article and suddenly having a thought that brings back a flood of memories or connects in a most profound way to a book or article I have read or a thought that I have had before, even if the book or article was read or the thought was thought years ago. For this reason among many others, I love nothing more than surrounding myself with my books. Always keeping them close at hand to return to when such a rush of thought happens.

           For this reason, the past month or so has been particularly distressing. As I packed and prepared to move I had a number of my books not only a city away but in another state from where I was living. This left me with a number of what I am sure would have been brilliant thoughts unpursued. This was of course with one exception.

            One thought was far to impactful to be left unpursued. As I read an article for my last graduate level class on the theology of prayer I was reminded of a book looking at the seven last words of Jesus.

            In the Gospels of Mark and Matthew we see the last words of Jesus the Christ recorded as “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (MK 15:34, MT 27:46).  There are typically two ways of addressing this particular passage. I would like to suggest both of them as likely true, but add a bit of my own thought and reflection.

           One typical response to seeing is this to very simply point out that these words are the opening lines of Psalm 22. The next sentence often then looks at this and says it was not an honest or earnest outcry from Jesus, but instead he was merely praying and calling upon the wisdom of Psalm 22. The other typical response is to say that Jesus in his humanity, being fully human he did indeed, in that moment, upon the cross, feel a very real sense of abandonment.

          I see no reason why these need to be conflicting responses. Instead, I see them as deeply linked. Integrally related yet missing one last important aspect. In this moment of physical torture who could blame Jesus for feeling a sense of abandonment and in feeling this abandonment calling upon the words of Scripture for a prayer? What is missing from the Gospel accounts, something that we simply cannot know with historical certainty is what God’s response to Jesus’ prayer was.

          In truth we don’t even know if these were, in fact, Jesus last words, both Matthew and Mark recount slightly differently, “And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit.” (MT 27:50) and “And Jesus uttered a loud cry, and breathed His last.” (MK 15:37). What we don’t know if what kind of response Jesus received from God.

          I like to think, the thought I had the other day that inspired all of this, that the last thing Jesus experienced before crying out and offering up his spirit was the familiar voice of God saying nothing more than “I am here.” In hearing this profoundly comforting response Jesus embraced whatever might follow and gave his spirit over to God.

All it took was a simple “I am here.”

Would this be enough for you or me? 

Peace and Blessings Always
~M

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The Little Blessings Of Everyday Life

Driving to mass this past Sunday (1/1/17) with my mom I commented on the beautiful sunset over the city and how it would be perfect if it could be tied into the homily. This thought (and the fact that the sunset wasn't a part of the homily) inspired me to again take some time and write my own reflection on the readings.

This Sunday's Mass was not only a regular Sunday Mass and also wasn't simply the first mass of a new year, it was also the celebration of the Solemnity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God. Between the new year, this solemnity, and the readings themselves there is a great deal to reflect upon.

As corny and hokie as I know what I am about to type sounds, it also rings true and is worth saying despite how corny and hokie it is. On December 31, at midnight we all celebrated the beginning of a new year. For many of us this included spending time with friends, drinking, too much food, and a laundry list of resolutions for the new year. New Year's Day is fittingly the Solemnity of the Mary, mother of God. I say fittingly because as the New Year brings innumerable possibilities, as well as a fresh perspective on life and new start, Mary's yes and willingness to bring into this world Jesus the Christ brings a new way of looking at the entirety of human history. Jesus provides us with a new way to not only look at a new year but all of eternity (I told you it was corny and hokie).

Bearing this in mind it is Mary's yes, subsequently Jesus' life and mission, that allows us to look at the world in a whole new light. Simply put, without Mary, without Jesus we are stuck in a year that never ends, we are unable to look to the future with the renewed joy and anticipation that we associate with a New Year.

In the first reading from Numbers we hear the following, "The LORD said to Moses: 'Speak to Aaron and his sons and tell them: This is how you shall bless the Israelites. Say to them: The LORD bless you and keep you! The LORD let his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you! The LORD look upon you kindly and give you peace! So shall they invoke my name upon the Israelites, and I will bless them." (Numbers 6:22-27). Beautiful words, words that may call to your mind 'the Irish Blessing' as they did for me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVroLvppiYM).

These however were simply words. Beautiful, meaningful, loving words, but words none the less. Through Mary's yes, through Jesus' presence physically as a human in the world we are permitted to now see the blessings God has for us in the created order itself. Little everyday blessings like that of a beautiful sunset.

In the second reading we hear Paul's words ring true in our own lives. "When the fullness of time had come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to ransom those under the law, so that we might receive adoption as children.* As proof that you are children,* God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying out, 'Abba, Father!' So that you are no longer a slave but a child,* and if a child* then also an heir, through God." (Galatians (4:4-7). These words highlight in their own way how the birth of Jesus into this world has a lasting impact upon our lives.

Finally in the Gospel we hear a narrative of Jesus' birth. This stresses the important role that Mary played. Luke (2:16-21) perhaps unknowingly and perhaps only implicitly calls the readers attention to the reality that it was Mary, the mother of God, who through her yes, and through her womb made the birth of Jesus possible.

As you move on throughout your day and your week ponder the following thing:

Where would we be without our mothers?
Where would Jesus be without his mother?
Where would we be without Jesus?
What little everyday blessings will you see in the world around you?

*Changed from son(s) for the purpose of inclusivity.