Wednesday, August 19, 2020

BEING MORE INTENTIONAL ABOUT VERY ORDINARY THINGS - TWENTY FOUR


This is the twenty-fourth in a series of periodic reflections on the "ordinary things" that many people do on a regular basis without much thought. During this pandemic, I am developing a need to "rage, rage" against haste and laziness and replace it with care and attention. My hope is to become personally more intentional about doing ordinary things with care and focused attention, while inspiring others to maybe do the same.

TRYING TO KEEP NO ENEMIES

Wrath and anger are hateful things, yet the sinner hugs them tight. The vengeful will suffer the Lord's vengeance, for he remembers their sins in detail. Forgive your neighbor's injustice; then when you pray, your own sins will be forgiven. 
Sirach 27:30-28:2 
 

One of the things I like to do regularly is to do a quick "life review" to see if I have any enemies. During this pandemic, with a lot more time on my hands, I have had more time to think about it. 

I realized years ago that having an enemy is a heavy bag of stinking garbage to carry around. Mark Twain nailed it when he said, “Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” I agree with him so much that I regularly "take stock" of whether I have any enemies and try to "love" them anyway. 

I do not think I have any real "enemies" at this time, but it seems that there has always one or two people who let me know they dislike me for one reason or another. I may still have some raw feelings, I may even crack a harmless joke about the lingering bits of pain once in a while, but I refuse to "hate" anyone! 

At this time, I can only think of three or four people who have been "problematic" in the past as far as my relationship with them. The interesting thing about it is the fact that three of them were priests! Since I have known hundreds and hundreds of priests, I guess that's not too bad! None of them confronted me openly with insults or name-calling. They "punished" me with the "silent treatment." They simply did not speak to me, give me the time of day or acknowledge my existence. In trying to find out the cause of this punishing silence, I have been told that some considered me "too liberal" and some were "jealous" of my visibility! I guess they thought that needed to be punished. 

In reading about it, I found out that the "silent treatment" is a form of abuse that is often used by narcissists, consciously or unconsciously, to make their victims feel unworthy, to deny them emotional care, to deny them praise, to starve them of love, affection, compliments and positive feedback, to regularly reject, degrade and deny them emotional responsiveness. It is a form of repetitive abuse that is aimed at controlling, diminishing another person’s well-being in order to hurt, punish, harm or control them. Best of all, it can be used to control their victims by keeping them guessing! It makes sense that punishing silence is a favorite technique of narcissists. Narcissists cannot tolerate the fact that someone else might shine as bright or brighter than them! Starving their competition out makes more sense to them than sharing the limelight or attacking outright! 

The person on the receiving end can end up resigned to feeling isolated, intimidated, insignificant, despondent, angry, resentful and even revengeful. Emotional stress brought about by persistent silent treatment can actually affect physical health. Some victims have noted that their abuser becomes notably happier the more worn down and miserable their victims become. In order to cope, the victim must appreciate that an abuser thrives on observing the negative effect they have on their target. Therefore it is necessary to stop “feeding’ their desire for control and power. This means not giving them the satisfaction of seeing the negative emotional effects of their immature behavior. They can derive a great sense of self importance and triumph if you get irate, annoyed, upset, capitulate, apologize, weep or plead with them to talk to you. The best thing to do is to starve them of these rewards by simply ignoring them! Meanwhile, they can always tell themselves they did nothing, said nothing and therefore are free of any blame. 

In my reflection, I have come to admit that, in these cases,  I was part of the problem! I let these people “get to me” because I held a few of Albert’s Ellis’s “Irrational and Dysfunctional Beliefs.” Here are two of those irrational beliefs that regularly cause me pain. BELIEF #1. "It is a dire necessity for adult humans to be loved or approved of by virtually every significant other person in their community." BELIEF #2. "People absolutely must act considerately and fairly and they are damnable villains if they do not. Ellis called it “awfulizing” as in “ain’t it awful!” 

When you hold those irrational beliefs, you are bound to be “let down” over and over again! The secret to a resolution is not giving their negativity attention.   You just have to "let them go" and let them "feel whatever they feel" without allowing it space in your mind. Most of all, you should not allow yourself to turn them into an "enemy." Big mistake! That would give them even more power over you! 














Monday, August 17, 2020

BEING MORE INTENTIONAL ABOUT VERY ORDINARY THINGS - TWENTY THREE


This is the twenty-third in a series of periodic reflections on the "ordinary things" that many people do on a regular basis without much thought. During this pandemic, I am developing a need to "rage, rage" against haste and laziness and replace it with care and attention. My hope is to become personally more intentional about doing ordinary things with care and focused attention, while inspiring others to maybe do the same.

SAFETY FATIGUE


Let us not grow tired of doing good, for in due time we shall reap our harvest, if we do not give up.
Galatians 6:9

Like many other people these days, I am tired of this pandemic. It is exhausting, mentally and physically. I am tired of the anxiety, the fear of getting infected, the economic-related stress, the difficulty of handling social distancing restrictions and changes in daily life. I am tired of being cooped up, tired of being careful and tired of being scared. Sometimes I feel like just saying "to hell with this" and ignoring all the warnings. Of course, this is the very reason COVID-19 is rising sharply again in some places in the U.S - some people have grown careless about wearing masks and social distancing. For others, it is simply a case of hard-headed, ignorant and angry resistance.

There is research that defines the stages of stress on communities from disasters. From what I read, people like me are right on target. 

Early during a disaster, communities tend to pull together, support each other and bond together. Remember the first weeks of the stay-at-home orders when everyone in the neighborhood waved at everyone else? 

Eventually, that heroic spirit wears thin, stress begins to build and we hit a period of disillusionment when we lose our optimism and start having negative, angry reactions.  

This seems to be where we are right now as a country. Many of us are exhausted by it all and have started saying to ourselves, "I don't care if I get COVID-19. I would rather get sick than stay home and be careful." Because it appears that this pandemic could last a while, I am tempted, but so far I haven't given into these feelings. 

There are things we can do and I have been doing some of them. First, I have been on the treadmill almost every day and I have taken walks in the cemetery near my house with a few friends. They say exercise releases endorphins and gets some of the adrenaline out when frustration builds. Second, I write and I talk to people on the phone, skype and what's app because saying it out loud helps release some of the stress. Third, what hurts more than the situation itself is how we think about the situation. I am trying to think positively by encouraging myself to "hang in there." Limiting the amount of news I watch each day helps me from drowning in the negativity and staying afloat. I need to hear the facts, but I don't need to overdose on them. I try to remind myself to take it one day at a time, to stay in the present rather than letting my mind race off into some misery-ridden future or some unretrievable past. 

We don't have to seal ourselves in a bubble, but we do have to act sensibly, follow the CDC guidelines and encourage one another to "keep on keepin' on!" Most of all, realizing that we were probably moving too fast in the past, we need to learn to chill, to take it easy and to go with the flow!"  I know from the experience of watching a good friend drown right in front of me that the worst thing one can do in a situation like that is to panic. The secret to surviving is learning to relax so that you can float to safety! 

Saturday, August 15, 2020

HAPPY FEAST DAY TO BOTH CATHEDRALS CLOSE TO MY HEART


CATHEDRAL OF THE ASSUMPTION

Louisville, Kentucky USA

           I am a retired priest of the Archdiocese of Louisville.          I was pastor here from 1983-1997

 

CATHEDRAL OF THE ASSUMPTION

Kingstown, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines

        I am a volunteer priest of the Diocese of Kingstown               I have celebrated Mass and preached here several times in my retirement. 

 

 


 

 

Friday, August 14, 2020

MY IDEA OF HEAVEN





"You've got to get a little bit of heaven while you're here!"

"Rev Ike" a deceased former flamboyant TV "prosperity gospel" preacher.


This is certainly not the island of Saint Vincent, but it could possibly be one of those smaller islands further down the chain in the Grenadines. 

I hope to take an actual "vacation" in such a place down there before my days of volunteering in Saint Vincent are over! I would like to experience something other  than the frantic hustle and bustle, the traffic and the noise, of downtown Kingstown. I would love to see, not just the good people of crowded Saint Vincent, but the natural beauty of an almost empty outer island.
   
Oh how I would love to walk for hours on a wide, white-sand beach, eat wonderfully prepared and freshly-caught seafood, drink a few gin and tonics, sleep with the sound of ocean waves lapping the shore line and feel a nice breeze coming through open windows! 

I would hope there would be no pounding music coming from an outdoor  bar down the beach, no raucous, loud-mouthed party goers up half the night making sure everyone hears them, ruining that heavenly peace and quiet!  

Just give me a chair, somewhere off by itself, shaded by a palm tree, with nothing but the sound of waves, the warmth of the sun, the comfort of a gentle breeze, the cry of a bird or two flying overhead and the smell of blooming flowers floating in the air! 

After a long walk and a short nap, bring me a nice gin and tonic, with plenty of ice and a slice of fresh lime, in a tall glass. No, on second thought, while you are up bring two - about thirty minutes apart. Don't say anything, just leave the drinks, let me be and let me to pray the words of this old gospel hymn! Allow me, in the words of "Rev. Ike," to taste a "little bit of heaven while I'm here!"


HEAVENLY SUNLIGHT

Walking in sunlight all of my journey
Over the mountains, through the deep vale
Jesus has said, I'll never forsake thee
Promise divine that never can fail

Heavenly sunlight, Heavenly sunlight
Flooding my soul with glory divine
Hallelujah, I am rejoicing
Singing His praises, Jesus is mine

Shadows around me, shadows above me
Never conceal my Savior and Guide
He is the light, in Him is no darkness
Ever I'm walking close to His side

Heavenly sunlight, Heavenly sunlight!
Flooding my soul with glory divine
Hallelujah, I am rejoicing
Singing His praises, Jesus is mine

In the bright sunlight, ever rejoicing
Pressing my way to mansions above
Singing His praises, gladly I'm walking
Walking in sunlight, sunlight of love

Heavenly sunlight, Heavenly sunlight
Flooding my soul with glory divine
Hallelujah, I am rejoicing
Singing His praises, Jesus is mine

Heavenly sunlight, Heavenly sunlight
Flooding my soul with glory divine
Hallelujah, I am rejoicing
Singing His praises, Jesus is mine
Singing His praises, Jesus is mine

Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Cook / Zelley




Wednesday, August 12, 2020

BEING MORE INTENTIONAL ABOUT VERY ORDINARY THINGS - TWENTY-TWO

This is the twenty-second in a series of periodic reflections on the "ordinary things" that many people do on a regular basis without much thought. During this pandemic, I am developing a need to "rage, rage" against haste and laziness and replace it with care and attention. My hope is to become personally more intentional about doing ordinary things with care and focused attention, while inspiring others to maybe do the same.

Leaving a Legacy

I will prove myself worthy of my old age, and I will leave to the young an example of how to die willingly and generously for the revered and holy law. 
II Maccabees 6:28 


I don't think I obsess about it, but it occurred to me the other day that during this pandemic I have thought about, and wrote about, death quite often! Much of it has to do with the fact that death is in the headline news everyday. Along with that, in the last month or two, I have been called on to do four grave-side services which has contributed to my thinking about death as well. All this, along with reaching the age of seventy-six, has led me to realize that death has become a point of reflection that I need to embrace on a personal level. If all that is not enough, the other day I got some help from the Chancery Office.  They sent me papers to fill out, telling me that it was time for me to update my funeral and end-of-life plans! Do they know something that I don't know? Hmmm! 

In my reflections, I have thought often of old Eleazar in the Old Testament. Eleazar was a very old Jewish man who was given the choice of eating pork against the teachings of his sacred faith or be killed. He could have saved his life by “going along.” His friends even tried to help him devise a scheme where he merely “appeared” to eat pork. He made up his mind to remain loyal to the holy laws of God and reject any efforts to "fake it." 

His reasons are worth quoting directly. “At our age it would be unbecoming to make such a pretense; many young men would think the ninety-year old Eleazar had gone over to an alien religion. Should I thus dissimulate for the sake of a brief moment of life, they would be led astray by me, while I bring shame and dishonor on my old age.” 

“Even if for the time being, I avoid the punishment of men, I shall never, whether alive or dead, escape the hands of the Almighty. Therefore, by manfully giving up my life now, I will prove myself worthy of my old age, and I will leave to the young a noble example of how to die willingly and generously for the revered and holy laws.” (II Maccabees 6:24-28) 

In my reflections, the word “legacy” came to mind. A legacy is something that a person leaves behind by which they can be remembered. When you don’t have children, an established charitable foundation or a public monument dedicated in your honor, what can your legacy be? 

As for my own legacy, the words of Shannon Alder might be a good place to start. “Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” The only part of that sentiment that really scares me to death is the part “the stories they share about you!” However, Oscar Wilde may have been right when he said, “There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.” 

The legacy I wish to leave behind may be outlined in one line of an old prayer that I said almost every week when I visited the nursing home. It is called “Learning Christ.” It is a prayer that a dear friend, Marea Gardner, introduced me to in her final days. This one line always stood out for me. “May no one be less good for having come within my influence.” Yes, that’s it! I want my legacy to be the fact that the people who crossed my path left better off! 

My prayer, then, going forward can be summed up in the words of that prominent Quaker missionary from the early 1800s, Stephen Grellet. “I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” 

“What will you leave behind?” Since I don’t have children, I probably will not leave much! However, I do like to think that some of my “encouraging words” might continue to live on for a while after I am gone because I took the time to publish them in little spiritual reading books. In my home, I have a wall of framed book covers that I have been calling my “baby pictures.”  

It’s not the number of books that count, however, it is the “encouraging words” in them that really count! The words of Maya Angelou come to mind. “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” This is the legacy I want. “He made me feel good about myself.” “He always offered me an “encouraging word.” “I was better off from knowing him.” 

Today I want to offer an encouraging word to all men and women, my age and older, as regards our “legacies” - the examples we set and leave behind for the young. For many of you, it is for your children and grandchildren. For me, it is my twenty nieces and nephews, as well as the parishioners, seminarians, friends and college students with whom I have done my ministry. 

I often ask myself these days, “What will my many parishioners, nieces, nephews, seminarians, college students and friends remember about me? Have I been kind, encouraging, generous, magnanimous and affirming toward them? Will they remember me as a credible example of fidelity and practicing what I have preached?” I truly hope so because I have certainly tried! 

What will your "legacy" be? What do you want it to be? You may still have time to build it up - or even repair it if necessary!