Tuesday, November 28, 2017

REVENGE OF THE NERDS?



SAINT THOMAS SEMINARY
7101 Brownsboro Road
Louisville, Kentucky

   




First class to enter St. Thomas Seminary - 1952
I was 8 years old at that time, but only 6 years away from entering St. Thomas Seminary myself.

Opened in 1952 and torn down in 1970, the aerial picture at the very top was taken before the free-standing gym, permanent chapel and an additional top floor was added. I attended that institution from 1958-1964 - four years of high school and two years of college. 

Going to the seminary, and staying, was my own personal decision. I can still remember going through those doors in the picture above for the first time, having very little idea of what I was getting into. I just knew it was something I wanted to do. I was not encouraged to go nor forced to stay. In fact, significant adults in my life discouraged me from going and I was always having to prove myself to be able to stay. 

They had plenty of students in those days, so "weeding guys out" and getting sent home was always a looming possibility. In fact, the head of the seminary called me a "hopeless case" in my sophomore year of high school and was dead-set on sending me home until I cried for another chance.

I would describe my years there as difficult, even painful, but a necessary part of becoming who I am today. I would say, coming from a small country town, I was in "culture shock" for all six of the years I spent there. Like all minor seminaries of its time, it was run like a military academy for teenage boys. I would say that I "survived" it and I never went back, once I left. Oddly enough, I have dreams about it. I dream about going back and seeing it run down with vines growing all over it. In my dreams, I am always seeing possibilities for renovating it and re-opening it! I am sure a psychologist would have a field day figuring that out!

I did not really become comfortable in my own skin as a seminarian until after being at Saint Meinrad Seminary for a couple of years.



Two years away from going to the seminary - 1956.



First year of high school at St. Thomas - 1958. That is the seminary in the background. This photo was taken among the trees in the left side of the seminary in the aerial photo at the top.



First year of college at St. Thomas in the chemistry lab - 1963. Yes, we always wore ties except during "recreation" time.



My second year of college graduation from St. Thomas - 1964



REMEMBER THE OLD MOVIE 
"REVENGE OF THE NERDS?" 



 I survived Saint Thomas Seminary, but Saint Thomas Seminary itself didn't survive! 

It was torn down in 1970 - oddly enough the year I was ordained! 



The property is now a commercial upscale housing development called "The Woods of St. Thomas." There is no trace of the old seminary left. It was all torn down - seminary building, chapel and gym. It may be gone, but it is certainly not forgotten. Some of the guys have fond memories. Me? Very few! 

Sunday, November 26, 2017

STANDING BEFORE THE JUDGE




When I was in Canada leading the priest convocation in Vancouver, British Columbia, recently, I took a picture of the "Homeless Jesus" sculpture on a park bench in front of the door of Holy Rosary Cathedral.
Notice the holes in his feet. It  makes quite a statement to those going in and coming out of the cathedral for Mass.


As long as you failed to do it for
these least ones, you failed to do
it for me.  
MATTHEW 25     

One of my favorite weekly laughs used to come from “News From The Weird,” a column in that free paper I used to see all over Louisville. It’s called LEO. They always had a few stories that proved “truth is stranger than fiction.” One of their regular themes is the fact that we human beings have a tendency to get our priorities all screwed up. Some time back, for instance, they told of a situation in Washington, DC - a domestic altercation which broke out between John Hardy and his wife. As they scuffled, their pit bull became so agitated that John Hardy pulled out a knife and fatally stabbed the dog to death.  Judge Fredrick Weisberg sentenced Mr. Hardy to three months in prison for assaulting his wife and twenty-four months for assaulting his dog! Talk about your priorities!

In the gospel today, we are presented with an imaginary courtroom scene where the priority of love, active love expressed and realized in deeds of kindness and mercy, is presented as the criteria upon which judgment will be rendered. The only law that counts in that courtroom is the law of unselfish love. The only question asked is “did you offer practical help and assistance to your fellow human beings?” Jesus sits on the judges bench. We are called in, one by one, to stand before him for judgment. When the witnesses are called, the hungry, the thirsty, the naked, the ill and strangers, they will testify to the fact that they know us or to the fact that they have no idea who we are. It will be a biblical version of that old 60's quote that said, “If you were accused of being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?” In this judgment scene, Jesus is not some vindictive judge. Our own actions, rather the lack of them in this case, will convict us.

There was a movie a few years back where this parable was told in modern images. It was called “Defending Your Life.”  It’s about a man who was killed in a car wreck. After death he was transported to Judgment City to await trial where he would be called to defend his life. At his trial, all the different events of his life are shown to him on a giant TV screen, as well as how he handled them. His defense attorney and his prosecuting attorney take turns helping him with, or challenging, his defense.  The criterion for judgment was “what did you do to help others with all that you were given?”

Throughout this gospel, Jesus has been arguing with the religious authorities over the essence of religion.  They believed that the essence of religion was about celebrating rites and rituals, keeping endless rules and judging who was worthy and who wasn’t in God’s eyes. Jesus insisted, on the other hand, that the essence of religion was about intentionally lifting up the poor, actively respecting the dignity of everyone, and truly trusting the boundless goodness and mercy of God. The message of Jesus throughout this gospel has told us that actions count more than words. Jesus was clear when he said, “It is not those who say, "Lord, Lord," who will enter the kingdom of God, but those who "do the will of my Father.” 

This parable is normally read to promote such things as clothing drives, food pantries for the poor, prison visits and being kind to minorities, immigrants and strangers. All those things are good, but they do not go deep enough. This gospel is a lot more challenging than that. It asks us to address the causes of these conditions. It has to do, not just with handing out charity, but lifting up the poor in a way they can help themselves. Our charity should be looked at as a temporary solution, not a goal in itself. As a workshop that was advertised in The Record said recently, we need to “reinvent” charitable giving. What is really needed is the elimination of the conditions that cause a person to need charity. It has to do with education, affordable housing, access to health care, informed voting, immigration policies, a living wage, peace making, educational opportunities, national budget priorities and so on.  It is about recognizing the systems that produce these problems and committing to their elimination. In my mission work in the islands, I am determined not to make the people down there dependent on my charity, but help organizations who can help them lift themselves out of poverty. 

Over the next several weeks leading up to Christmas, giving to charity will enter its busiest time of the year.  The poor will certainly need that help, but that is not all that our parable is saying, by a long shot. It is much more revolutionary than that. What Jesus is asking for is an elimination of the need to do charity! That is much more complicated, much more demanding and much more serious.

Giving to charity, even though most people I believe do want to do good, is not always about caring for the poor. Sometimes we give to the poor for what it does for us and that is not necessarily bad either. It gives us a feel-good high, it makes us feel less guilty, it will insure that we are noticed and well thought of. I remember one Thanksgiving when I was pastor of this Cathedral. It was before the new dining room for the homeless was built. In those days, all we could do is give out turkey sandwiches and hot coffee. Because so many street people were addicted to alcohol and drugs, we discouraged people from giving them cash. Instead we suggested they give their money to our “street ministry committee” who paid for lodging, bought food and gave out warm clothes as needed, all year long.  That Thanksgiving Day we were giving out sandwiches from the front door of the rectory as usual, when a rich man in a fancy car drove up and got out. He told me he wanted to give everybody in line a silver dollar. It was embarrassing for the people in line. I would rather have taken the bag of silver dollars and bought food for the line next week and have him hand out the sandwiches. He was not mean, I am sure. He just was not thinking as much about the ones he wanted to give the silver dollars to, but how good he would feel when he got back into his car.

Jesus does not condemn wealth. As Margaret Thatcher put it, “Even the Good Samaritan had to have some extra money in his pocket!” It’s about those of us who do have, pulling the "have-nots" up, so that we can all be winners.  The best thing we can do for the poor and hungry and the sick and the imprisoned and the stranger is to help them not need us.      

Why care about the poor, hungry, sick, imprisoned and the stranger?  The parable hits the bulls-eye. It’s because they are Jesus in the flesh! “As long as you did it or failed to do it, you did it or failed to do it, for me!”  What’s the bottom line here? We will stand before Jesus someday and he will have the face of all the poor, sick, hungry, lonely and imprisoned people we failed to notice in our lifetime.  Did we have our priorities straight? Are the priorities of Jesus our priorities? Our own deeds or lack of them will judge us. What we have done may not be as important as what we have not done! That’s scary! 

Someone said to me recently, “There is always somebody these days with their hand out!” It went right through me! Since I am very involved in the Caribbean missions, it irritated me more than quite a bit. After some thought, I finally decided that there are two ways to look at it. (1) There are a lot of lazy beggars out there who want to be carried through life or (2) There are a lot of opportunities out there to prepare oneself to meet Jesus who said, “As long as you failed to do it to one of these least ones, you failed to do it for me!”

Yes, we need to be wise when it comes to charity. I don’t know about you, but I would rather run the risk of being taken advantage of once in a while, than spending the rest of my life taking care of myself, hoarding what I have, because somebody out there might take advantage of me once in a while.  I would much rather be labeled a "sucker" than a"tightwad!" 

Friday, November 24, 2017

A PERFECT REMINDER



HAPPY THANKSGIVING? 
I don't think so! 


This a "selfie" I took on Thanksgiving Day. I was laid up with what seemed to have been a mild case of the flu. I was not a happy camper. I didn't bother to get dressed. I was absolutely miserable and spent so much time in bed that I ended up with a terrible headache. 

Believe it or not, these episodes are often intense religious experiences for me. They are painful reminders when I tend to forget how fortunate I am to be in good health, when everything works and when I feel normal.  

When I really think about it, I am actually thankful for these painful reminders. After all, it was just the flu. After all, it lasted only a few days. After all, I had no one depending on me during "this time out." After all, I was totally free to be sick for a couple of days without much inconvenience to myself or others. 

Instead of complaining, I  said a prayer for those who have chronic health issues, those who have terminal diseases and those who are wracked with excruciating pain each and every day.

EXCELLENT CHOICE, POPE FRANCIS!

CONGRATULATIONS

 BISHOP MARK SPALDING

We, in Louisville, are proud of you! 

The good people of Nashville will love you! 

Thursday, November 23, 2017

I CAN STILL REMEMBER SINGING IT EVERY YEAR.......


....EVEN THOUGH I COULD ONLY RECALL A FEW WORDS. 

We used to sing this song in grade school (1950-1958) every year around Thanksgiving. Recently, a car commercial used this song and caused me to remember it, but I could not get past the first two lines. Thanks to the internet, I found the song quickly and the first eight lines easily came to mind. 

We did not have horses or sleighs and grandma lived across the road from us in Rhodelia, but this is the picture that came to mind even then - a small town New England landscape. 

Not having the foggiest idea what New England looked like, I must have been influenced by a picture in a book or on the wall of the classroom, maybe the words themselves or maybe Sister James Anthony, herself from Boston, but it was always a snowy New England landscape  that came to mind.   

I find it fascinating when a bit of childhood comes to mind. I find it even more interesting that the internet can usually fill in the blank spaces.  


                 

Over the river and through the woods,
To grandmother's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Through (the) white and drifted snow!
Over the river and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the woods,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh, hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ling!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the woods,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!
Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

by 
Lydia Maria Child
1844


THANK YOU, SISTERS!


This old song reminded me again this year how thankful I am for the Sisters of Charity of Nazareth who taught me in grade school. They taught me to sing this song. We sang it in every grade. 

I went to St. Theresa Academy 1950-1952. I went to St. Theresa School  1952-1954. When it became a public school, it was called Cross Roads School 1954-1958. All the same school - different names. 

I was taught by Sister Mary Ancilla, Sister Rosalinda, Sister James Anthony and Sister Agnes Bernard. 

I loved them! God bless them for their selfless service! May they rest in the peace of God's love and my gratitude! 

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

JUST THREE WEEKS TILL MY 8TH TRIP TO THE ISLAND MISSIONS


ALL PACKED AND READY TO GO





I now have a full set of clothes down there stored away in my
 CATHOLIC SECOND WIND GUILD HEADQUARTERS,
 so all I have to take with me these days is a backpack.  


Sun glasses?
Check!
Backpack?
Check!
Passport?
Check!
Global Entry card?
Check!
East Caribbean dollars?
Check!



Diocesan leaders: Sisters, priests, deacons, diocesan staff and lay volunteers.




Filipino Father Rex (waving) and Father Edmundo serve their three islands with a boat. To help them out, we bought them a boat motor a while back. They had a boat, but no motor.



The kids of ST. BENEDICT HOME with Sister Nyra Ann, Father Tom Clark and myself on a recent trip.



Last year's diocesan Christmas party on St. Vincent. This year we will have one on all the islands with parishes in the diocese: St. Vincent, Bequia, Union, Mayreau and Canouan.



Carmelite Sister Nyra Ann and one of her charges, another one of the amazingly bright-eyed children.



One of the many bright-eyed children, Daniel, hugged my leg most of the last time I was with him.




I have led a couple of deacon candidate retreats since I started down there.



Nothing like a gin and tonic on the deck in the evenings with Fergal. Irish humor and gin go together quite well.



Sister Zita and myself  with some of her BREAD OF LIFE kids.



That's me celebrating Mass at Corpus Christi Parish with the pastor, Father Peter, from Nigeria. They have no church yet, but meet in a classroom at a local community college.



I haven't actually seen the newly renovated living room yet, but I am anxious to see it. Such an improvement!



We are finally going to dedicate our newly created SAINT JAMES CHAPEL in the Diocesan Pastoral Centre on December 14.



What marvelous eyes so many of the kids have down there!



Fergal (diocesan CPA) and Desmond (renovation project manager) relaxing after a hard day of volunteering. These two guys can "git-r-done" as the famous "Larry the Cable Guy" says.



Bishop Gerard County, newest bishop of the Diocese of Kingstown SVG is ending his second year.



Teddy bears were a big request for Christmas gifts this year.



Mass at the Cathedral of the Assumption, Kingston SVG




My newly renovated SECOND WIND headquarters.Yes, that's a room air-conditioner above the window. I could not sleep without it! Sometimes I just go to the room to cool off!



The new entrance to my CATHOLIC SECOND WIND GUILD headquarters. Fergal Redmond and Martin Folan, full-time volunteers from Ireland, have rooms downstairs.



The toys we sent November 4 are en route and should already be there when I arrive.





Rest up, Santa! You're going to need it!