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Remembering God’s Love Together

“However, take care and be earnestly on your guard not to forget the things which your own eyes have seen, nor let them slip from your memory as long as you live, but teach them to your children and to your children’s children.” DT 4.9.

I often joke about my memory as I get older. It can be frustrating when things I really want to remember, I somehow forget. I have heard people call this the “Teflon” effect. Other memories seem to be so deeply imprinted on my mind and heart that I have carried them with me throughout my life. My memory has both gifts and gaps.

Recently my daughter reminded me of a sweet childhood memory I had forgotten. She recalled coming to me for a morning hug. I would wrap my cozy bathrobe around both of us, with her little face peeking out and then she would stand on my feet and walk with me around the kitchen. It was a lovely, warm memory, and her retelling it brought it back to me vividly.

The silver lining to the elusive clouding of memory is that I am not alone on this journey. There is beauty and wonder in our collective memory as people who have shared experiences. The gift of memory, shared in our stories is an invitation into something far richer than my solitary life.

Moses spoke to the people and taught them to observe the law which God had commanded him to give to them, but the law had it’s meaning in their shared memory of God freeing them from slavery. This is what he urged them not to forget. They had personally experienced the plagues and first Passover which led to Pharaoh’s reluctant defeat, the terror of being pursued by the Egyptians and the parting of the Red Sea. Finally, they stood together at the theophany at Mount Horeb. They saw the blazing fire and dark clouds, and heard God’s voice declaring the covenant they were to keep. God had dramatically revealed first his powerful love and then the law which would make them like him; just, wise and in the eyes of the world, great. The shared personal experience of God’s love for them was what made the law meaningful.

We know the rest of their story, the ongoing struggle to be faithful to the covenant, because it is the foundation of our faith. In spite of the many ways they tried to remember, with more and more laws, the people often wandered. They got caught up in their day to day life and the novelty of the surrounding cultures. This is our story too.

Perhaps Lent is a time to remind us to “take care and be earnestly on our guard not to forget the things our own eyes have seen.”

What is my personal experience of God’s saving love? How God has revealed his love for you and others with whom you share faith? Christians share personal and communal experience of the God’s gift of Jesus, and his Spirit, both within and among us in our lives and liturgy. We need one another’s help to remember and not to forget.

Remembering and sharing our stories of faith makes our laws and traditions meaningful. Before we can wholeheartedly renew Lenten disciplines of prayer, fasting and charity, our hearts may need to recall God’s saving power and presence among us.

Guest Blogger Jane Phillipson

 

 

Adopting a Bronze Attitude

Considering that life offers us relatively few gold moments, it makes sense to adopt a bronze attitude. CNN reports that there is scientific evidence showing that bronze medalists tend to be happier than silver medalists. Their research on Olympians supports that we would tend to be happier if we adopted the attitude of a bronze medalist in the face of life’s challenges.

Both second and third place winners engage in counterfactual thinking. Counterfactual thinking is, as Wikipedia states, "counter to the facts". Such thoughts consist of the words, "What if?" and the "If I had only..." that occur when thinking of how things could have turned out differently.

“Happiness very much hinges on expectations” says E. Scott Geller, PhD.  Silver medalists have a tendency to gauge themselves as falling short, whereas bronze medalists are inclined to think of what they have achieved and therefore tend to be more content. Based on this research data on medal position, we would do well to focus expectations of ourselves on the achievable. Thus, we can more easily claim our personal goals and proudly stand on life’s podium.

Nancy Wales CSJ

Valentine’s Day RECYCLED

As a child, I did not like when Valentine’s Day fell within the Lenten Season. It seemed like all the joy of chocolate and candy and hearts was lost. And today, I fear that celebration with a glass of “bubbly” could be forfeited as well. Obviously, I am invited to ponder more deeply the issue of “hearts”; maybe I hear the invitation to respond “with heart” in other ways. Perhaps I might consider the call to conversion as a concern that embraces not just myself and my wishes, but to a love that encompasses the world and all creation. Might I feel the call to stretch my heart and my desire into an acceptance of God’s dream for our world?

Pondering our traditional Lenten practices, I could seize the opportunity to consider where love is most needed. Can I seek out one lonely person for a friendly and consoling chat?  

In the fasting to which the Church invites me today, can I stand in solidarity with the hungry in my city and in the world? Might I pray with the countless refugees and the abused in shelters and shattered relationships?

As I fast from food or media or chatter, may I ask for awareness to know how to respond with life-giving action for others. Recalling Jesus’ forty long days in the desert, I am reminded that these forty days are a call to share with others of my riches. As I wear my dirty forehead on Ash Wednesday, may I do so in solidarity with all in our world who seek for water to wash or drink? I pray that the “bubbly” forfeited above might in some way be transformed into bubbles of happiness or buckets of water for others. I pray to keep pondering the mystery and opportunities that these 40 days hold.

Helen Russell, CSJ 

 

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Hats have power. They can change you into someone else.

Many of us wear hats in life both literally and figuratively.  For as long as I can remember little Emma loved to wear hats.  She has grown into a delightful teenager and still wears hats whenever possible.  By contrast, there are babies who won’t tolerate anything resembling a hat on their little heads, nor will they probably ever don one later in life, or as a last resort pull on a woolen cap to keep their ears warm.

For years I have been fascinated by head coverings. If you live in Canada, for example, and the temps sit at -20oC it makes sense to pull on a warm tuque.  If you live in warmer climes where the sun beats down incessantly, it makes sense to wear a wide brimmed hat to shield your face.  But what about all those other hats, you know the ones I mean?  Huge magical pieces of art with brims of intimidating diameter perched on craning heads at the Ascot races, for example. Or those fashionable hats designed by Queen Elizabeth’s milliner.  How about the fancy and flimsy headpieces, the stunning fascinators, such as Kate Middleton, the Duchess of Cambridge, wears at times.  What is their purpose?  Some folks, perhaps the chic Coco Channel among them, say the right kind of hat inspires a person to grow into it, to become the person they never knew they could be.  Though this is probably true, there is so much more to why folks wear hats. There was a time, not so long ago, when every trade, every craft had its hat. Just think of Chefs in an exclusive restaurant who wear those white puffy hats, or the construction guy in his yellow hard hat.  Might it be that head coverings, such as a hat, is a mnemonic device? Perhaps even a ‘security blanket’ for some?  Does someone wear a fur-based cowboy hat, or a rugged Stetson, made from thick beaver felt, not only to let the onlooker know who he or she is, but to remember who they are, with whom they identify.  Is that why we ask, ‘where do you hang your hat?’ when we want to know what place someone calls home.

Of course, so much more of who and what we are is expressed by our sartorial preferences, particularly the item perched on someone’s head.  Think for a moment of Donald Trump in his red ball cap with his slogan, ‘Make America Great Again’. And by contrast, those bright pink Pussyhats worn at last year’s Women’s March on Washington in a show of solidarity and support for women’s rights.  The youngsters who prefer to don their ball caps backwards, are making their own unique statement. A man who flaunts a jaunty hat, one that’s stylish and cheerful at the same time, worn perhaps off to the side or over one eye, certainly accentuates his sartorial preference.  As did the men who wore top hats when they were in vogue, and as do the men and women who wear a bowler or Panama hat, a fez or turban, a fedora or Gatsby cap, or the conical Basotho hat, a cloche or beanie, or a Canadian Tilley hat.  Or think of the quintessential French beret which gives the impression of the right soft toughness to its wearer and is worn by the United States Army Special Forces, colloquially known as the Green Berets due to this distinctive service headgear.

Even more fascinating than wearing a hat to make a fashion statement or displaying allegiance to one’s heritage, a favourite sport or occupation, is the head covering worn for religious reasons.  Head coverings play very important roles in both Christian and non-Christian faiths.  The biblical basis for head coverings can be found in 1 Corinthians which contains detailed instructions about the why and when men and women should, or should not, cover their heads.  During public Christian worship, for instance, men are not to cover their heads whereas women should. There was a time, not so long ago, when a man would doff his hat when he walked by a Catholic Church. Over the years customs and traditions have changed and vary, and so some women cover their heads at public worship only, while others believe they should cover their heads all the time. Traditionally, both active and contemplative religious sisters wore veils, and Catholic clergy birettas.  Nowadays, clergy rarely wear any head covering at liturgies, however, those of us who are Catholic, are familiar with the red or purple skull caps, and the miters, bishops and cardinals wear at liturgical events.  Then there is Pope Francis who, like all popes, wears a white skull cap called zucchetto. 

Non-Catholic faiths, such as the conservative Mennonites and the less conservative Amish, have a very distinctive style of head gear for both men and women, which vary from community to community.  Women wear either a white or black prayer cap all the time, depending on the custom of their community, and the men large black wool felt hats for formal occasions and wide-brimmed straw hats on a day-to-day basis.

Non-Christians, of course, have their specific head coverings. A Jewish Rabbi, and all devout Jews, wear a skull cap called a yarmulke. Muslim men wear a close-fitting prayer cap called a taqiyah. The women do not wear such a cap, but many wear a hijab in the presence of adult males outside their immediate family, which covers not only their head but also their chest.  Followers of the Sikh faith, too, have their distinctive headgear.  The men are recognized by their turban, which is not a hat but a very long piece of fabric which they re-tie every day. Though some Sikh women also choose to wear the turban, most wear a long scarf called a chunni or dupatta.  So, you see, as I pointed out earlier, the topic of head covering worn for religious reasons is both fascinating and complex, to say the least.

I started out by commenting on little Emma who had a penchant for hats from a very young age. Remembering how adorable she looked in any kind of hat whatsoever, made me recall my own childhood in Germany where I learned the ditty, ‘Mein Hut der hat drei Ecken …’ a children’s song about a three-cornered hat. Another favourite of mine is the delightful book, ‘The Cat in the Hat’, about a tall cat who wears a red and white-striped hat and a red bow tie. Like me, many of us were introduced to hats, disparate both in style and meaning, at a very young age. You probably have heard it said, ‘hair is your crowning glory.’  Not only that, in his Gospel Luke writes, ‘Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.’ This being so, is it any wonder some of us adorn our heads and hair with some type of hat for all to see and admire, whereas others shield theirs from the eyes of strangers by wearing a veil or prayer cap?

We often hear it said, ‘Clothes make the man [or woman]’.  Some folks go so far as to say you can judge someone’s character based on clothing and appearance. I have even heard it said how someone wearing a hat is inclined to act and feel more polite and civilised, with more inner calm.  In addition, that a hat or cap, put on properly, (well forward on the head) causes the wearer to hold his or her head high.  It does seem, then, hats do have power to change you into someone else.

Sr. Magdalena Vogt, cps

 

We Were Wrong

As a child, homosexuality to me was a weird entity spoken of in secrecy among friends.  As an adolescent and young adult, I viewed homosexuality as a moral failing and I was oblivious to the concept of transgender.  As a counselling student, my beliefs and opinions were challenged. In a conversation among colleagues the sadness with which a physician spoke of doing exit physical examinations of suspected homosexuals being forced out of the armed forces raised new questions for me to ponder. We all have memories of malicious attacks on homosexuals in city parks and of the infamous “bath house” invasion by police in Toronto. But social norms have changed, politically and socially even if the evolution of our attitudes and beliefs is still a metamorphosis in process rather than an achievement. On November 28, 2017, the Premier of Canada declared “We were wrong” and delivered a heartfelt public apology for the mistreatment of LGBTQ people in Canada.  The Government announced a $145-million compensation settlement and a promise to expunge convictions for the crime of being gay. Our changing perception of gender differences is far from universal or free of conflict. Still, the rapidity of this social evolution within such a short period of time in our country is startling and hopeful.

Disparate beliefs and attitudes are sources of division, violence, and conflict in our world today. Persecution of ethnic minorities in some cases constitutes genocides; mass rape of women by soldiers is used as a weapon of war; we are witnesses to the greatest forced migration of persecuted minorities in the history of the world. Canadians are not exempt from xenophobia as is evident in our historical treatment of blacks, Indigenous peoples, Jews, and immigrants or the struggle to honour our French and English heritage. Our Jewish citizens are still the most frequent targets of persecution and there exists significant opposition to refugees. Yet our difficulties are minor in comparison to problems in many other countries. The efforts of our Government and ordinary citizens to welcome and care for refugees and immigrants has been outstanding. Perhaps our history of forming a nation out of our English and French forbears has increased our capacity to welcome people from other nations. Although there is ample room for improvement we are well positioned to contribute to peace in our world. As ordinary citizens and as a nation we have an obligation to use our strengths in asking our Country and our world  a home where all are welcome and accepted as equals. This begins with some soul searching – reflecting on our beliefs, attitudes, and behaviours. Our actions spring from our beliefs of who we truly are, human beings created by God who owe to others respect for whom they are: human beings created by God.

Pat McKeon, CSJ