Saturday, June 13, 2020

CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME, BUT IT DOESN'T JUST STAY THERE!


TRULY AMAZED AT THE GENEROSITY

Filled With Gratitude

  

Not too long ago, in this very blog, I wrote some words that keep coming back to me. "Charity may begin at home, but it doesn't have to stay there!" 

This pandemic, with its unemployment and shortages, has brought out the best and worst in people. We have all heard too much about the worst, but today I want to express my amazement at the best - the generosity of people I know and barely know. 

I think many of us have tried to be a little extra generous to people here in our country who are going through hard times. I expected that! What has surprised me is that people are still being generous to people in the Caribbean missions where I volunteer. That is something I did not expect! 

Just when I think the well is about to run dry, I get another gift to meet the needs of our fellow Catholics I have met down in the missions. Whether it was the tragic fire that burned down the Guadalupe Home for girls, a 50% cut-back in the diocesan staff or a food budget reduction in the Bishop's Pastoral Centre (residence, office and chancery), people have been moved to help. They seem to know, somehow, that whatever hurts here, hurts down there in spades! 

Below is a photo of the four "care packages" (my second shipment since Easter) that I sent down recently - staples that are either too expensive for them or not accessible in the islands. I am getting good at bargain shopping, packaging and shipping! 


I thank you!
Bishop County thanks you!
The Diocesan Staff thanks you!
The priests, Sisters and Deacons thank you!
The orphans at Saint Benedict Home thank you!
The Catholics of the diocese thank you! 



Thursday, June 11, 2020

BEING MORE INTENTIONAL ABOUT VERY ORDINARY THINGS - EIGHT

This is the eighth 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 hast 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.  


TOILET PAPER



All of us use toilet paper, and unless we have a "problem," we don't think about it too much until somebody yells "shortage," like they have done during this pandemic.  Then it becomes, overnight, more valuable than gold to masses of people. The hysteria around the accumulation of toilet paper has been pitiful to watch. It has truly been strange. In reaction to COVID-19, people are going crazy over hoarding, of all things, toilet paper! If you don't believe me, watch this! 
hoarding 

Just when you think it can't get any stranger, I came across this related video while I was researching this blog post. There are people who are actually addicted to eating toilet paper!
addiction


If you have a stockpile of toilet paper, I suggest that you sell it while prices are high! Suppliers predict that the market has been so flooded that prices are bound to drop drastically in the near future and people's precious "goldmines" will be pretty much worthless. The only good thing is, if the mice don't get into it, it has no expiration date. It will merely continue to take up valuable space for years to come. You will probably get so tired of working around it, that you will be ready to give it away to a homeless shelter, burn it in the fireplace or just take it to the dumpster.


If we can learn anything from this "toilet paper hysteria," surely it must be this! Resist a "herd mentality" and "following the crowd" and think for yourself! 

If you have been stockpiling toilet paper on one hand and refusing to wear a mask at public gatherings on the other, you have earned the right, to put it bluntly, to be labeled a "nut case!" 

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

BEING MORE INTENTION ABOUT VERY ORDINARY THINGS - SEVEN



This is the seventh in a series of periodic reflections on the "ordinary things" that many of us do on a regular basis without much thought. During this pandemic, I am developing a need to "rage, rage" against hast 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.



#7
"SAVOR" 
  


When you "savor" something, you enjoy it so much that you want to make it last forever. With that in mind, "savor" carries a connotation of doing something slowly. If you "savor" that chocolate tart, then you eat it slowly, bit by bit, deliberately picking every last crumb off the plate. The word is often applied to eating, but you can "savor" any pleasurable experience, including things like winning a raffle or your moment in the spotlight.


Try savoring everything you do, every experience! There is no moment that cannot be savored — even those routine moments, even those times when you’re alone with nothing to do.

Savoring is about learning to live presently, to fully enjoy the gift of each moment, to give that moment the space and attention it deserves. It takes practice, but it’s a "delicious" practice.



  


As I have mentioned before, one of the things I like to do, especially when the weather is balmy or there is a gentle rain falling, is to get up early, right after the sun comes up, and go out on the deck with a cup of really good coffee and just sit there in the quiet and let the smells, breezes, bird chirping and rain falling on the pond in front of me wash over me. Talk about "savoring" the moment! I don't even like to get up early, but those "savoring" moments make it all worthwhile! 


Savoring, a magical act, is usually applied to eating good food. Take a single square of dark chocolate and put it in your mouth, but don’t chew and swallow it. Let it sit there, as you savor it, noticing its earthy notes, hints of citrus, the richness of its texture as it melts in your mouth. You swallow it almost regretfully after letting it linger, fully appreciating the deliciousness of it, giving pause to think about the people who grew the beans, who roasted and ground them and hand-crafted them into this square of joy. One of the things I recommend during this pandemic that you use this extra time to savor food by "dining" instead of just "eating."

EATING
DINING


One of the problems that causes many people to be overweight is that they eat too much. A big reason people eat too much is that they eat large amounts of food, quickly. It’s tasty, so they eat it fast and then get some more!

During the pandemic, I’ve been trying to avoid eating in front of the TV and embrace sitting down to a "set" table and savoring my food. When I do this, I don’t just cram it down my throat, but I pause for each bite and I give it space. I savor it.

This means that I make it possible to really notice every taste of each bite, the texture of it, and give thought to where it came from, who made it, what went into it, and what it will do for my body.

It’s hard to overeat when you savor each bite, and take your time. In this way, you can also learn to enjoy healthier foods. You can also eat healthfully most of the time, and then enjoy a bit of birthday cake without overdoing it, because you just need a little bit in order to savor it. 

When you savor things, you slow down. You pay close attention — the closer the attention, the more you’ll get out of the savoring. You won’t rush to the next thing, but stop and give some space to the activity. You won’t be worried about what you have to do later, because you are fully enjoying the present. 

This is savoring, and it takes practice. You can do it right now, wherever you are: pause and look around you and savor this very moment. Even if it doesn’t seem to be special, because let’s face it you’ve done what you’re doing a thousand times, savor it anyway. Fully appreciate the gift you’ve been given. 

This is a practice you can do several times a day — find a few rituals for savoring, like enjoying your morning coffee, or taking a bath, or reading to your child, or having a tea ritual in the mid-afternoon. The more you practice, the better you’ll get. 

Savor everything you do, every experience. There is no moment that cannot be savored — even those routine moments, even those times when you’re alone with nothing to do. 

Savoring is about learning to live presently, to fully enjoy the gift of each moment, to give that moment the space and attention it deserves. It takes practice, but it’s a delicious practice. 

‘As you walk and eat and travel, be where you are. 
Otherwise you will miss most of your life.’ 
Buddha




Monday, June 8, 2020

BELIEVE IT OR KNOTT ---- Part Two


FROM MY "FAKE NEWS" FILES



This photo is taken from an advertising poster for the sad 1958 movie, "He Didn't Have a Clue: A Young Country Boy Commits Himself to an Institution." It tells the heart wrenching story of a young boy's struggle between the joyful anticipation of "getting out of dodge" and the awful dread of "jumping off a cliff!"  

This rare photo from the movie shows the central character minutes before leaving home at age 14 to go to the seminary in Louisville! Trying to smile into a blinding sun and being uncomfortable in his new bow tie and mandatory navy blue uniform, the star of the movie is pictured here looking clueless about what he was getting into! 

The plot of this third-rate tear-jerker movie struggles throughout to make sense, but ends on a positive note. 


After quoting Mother Teresa one too many times at priest convocations, I found myself elected as the fourth Superior of the Sisters of Charity, replacing Mother Teresa. I did talk them into changing the name of the headquarters in India from "Mother House" into "Father House." Accepting this job may have been the biggest mistake of my life! I grew up in poverty! I didn't like it then and I don't like it now! 



Following the crowd and not asking appropriate questions can get one into trouble! Since retirement, I often look back and ask myself, "How did I get myself into that situation?" 

This is exactly the question I was asking myself a couple of years ago when I ended up on a bus full of Caribbean bishops headed to the Apostolic Delegate's Office in Trinidad! 

I was afraid of being thrown off the bus so I told them that I was the Bishop of Rhodelia, on a Caribbean vacation, and that I had gotten on the wrong bus by accident! 

Curiously, the Caribbean bishops looked confused, but tended not to ask too questions! I pulled it off! 



During the pandemic, I was doing OK (at least I thought I was) until one day I kept catching myself waving at phantom people that I thought I saw on the other side of the room! 

I was OK with having a few "uninvited guests" for a few days, but trying to keep enough groceries in the house got to be a pain, without mentioning the fact they did not clean up after themselves! 

When they refused to walk to the Kroger Liquor Store to get me some more gin and tonic, I threw them all out and waved goodbye for the last time!  



Here is a shot of the day I spotted the first gray hair in my beard in a wall mirror at the DeNiel Home for Old Priests!  




Someone entered my name into the "Cooking Channel" TV show, "The Worst Cooks in America." Last year, I came in as first runner-up to Father Bill Hammer (on my left).  Part of the contest is you have to eat what you cooked. Several of the other priests had to be treated for food poison. No wonder we have a priest shortage! 


Liturgical dancing has all but died-out in the United States, but I have been pretty successful  in reviving it down in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines. 

Pam, the bishop's Pastoral Centre housekeeper, and I practice for the Offertory Procession outside the about-to-be dedicated Saint James Chapel.  


This was the last photo taken of me and my Parish Mission music group, "The Addams Family Values Gospel Choir." We had a "good run" until our head vocalist retired to Florida. Who knows? Maybe she will move back and we can "get the band back together" someday! 




This conversation took place during my recent appearance on the TV show, "Be Careful What You Ask For." "Listen, I appreciate your help with finding surplus medical supplies for the islands, but what am I to do with 10 million tongue depressors? There are less than 110,000 tongues in the whole country of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines!"




My college seminary years were very demanding. We had to learn all kinds of new skills. One of the things that took a lot of practice was "looking religious" at all times. 

Those were the days before "evening Masses." Back then, like all college students, college seminarians liked to "sleep in." However, it was not allowed so I got very good at "day-sleeping." I learned to sleep with my eyes closed, while kneeling and holding a book, without snoring!  

To this day, I can't go to sleep without holding a book and wearing black pajamas!  

Saturday, June 6, 2020

MEMORIES FROM SOME OF MY "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING'" DAYS


THE SUMMER OF 1968
MY CHEAP ROAD TRIP TO CRATER LAKE NATIONAL PARK AND BACK

In the summer of 1968, while I was a third theology seminarian, I signed up as the first Catholic seminarian for a program offered by the United Church of Christ called "A Christian Ministry in the National Parks." It was a program to give seminary students experience in ministry. Since I was the head of a team of three assigned to work together, I was directed to preach every weekend in three campgrounds of Crater Lake National Park. On my team was a Episcopal seminarian from Illinois who was to run a Sunday School and a Christian Church female seminarian from Texas who was to be our music minister. We all met in Chicago to be trained at Saint Richard Episcopal Church.  

Each seminarian was also required to have a job in the park. I was hired to be the night desk clerk at the main lodge. I also filled in as a garbage truck driver, bar tender and wine steward in the dining room. 

I had the great honor of being selected to be the Master of Ceremonies for the Miss Crater Lake Beauty Pageant. Each department had an entry. The rules were they had to make their dresses for less than $2.00 around the theme of their department. "Miss Garbage Truck" won that summer in a dress made from green garbage bags. 

FIRST, I HAD TO FIND A CHEAP WAY TO GET THERE
   
GOING OUT, I DELIVERED A 1967 LINCOLN CONTINENTAL CONVERTIBLE

When you don't have any money to follow your dreams, you have to be imaginative. I heard that I could deliver a car across country for a firm in Chicago. I was given a car just like the one pictured above to deliver from Chicago to Seattle. From there I took a bus down to Crater Lake. 

The trip across country was wonderful. The car felt as smooth as if I were floating across water. I only encountered two problems. First, I got a speeding ticket in Nebraska. Even though there was no cop car in sight on the open roads of Nebraska, there are police helicopters who can spot you and alert a police cruiser. Second, I left Chicago with the top down. Thank God it did not rain, because I had no idea how to close the top. I was even forced to drive through the snow in Washington state with the top down which resulted in me getting a terrible cold. It wasn't till I was almost to the place where I was to deliver the convertible that I found out that the button for opening and closing the top was inside the glove compartment! Inside the glove compartment, for God's sake!!!


SECOND, I HAD TO FIND A CHEAP WAY TO GET HOME



COMING BACK, I DROVE MY FREE 1951 BUICK ROADMASTER


At the end of the summer, I needed a cheap way to get home or else spend a big chunk of what I had earned that summer. This is how naive I was! I was going to try to deliver the cab for a semi-trailer back to Chicago, until one of the summer workers offered me a free car. My free car  was just like the one shown above. 

He had driven it from Connecticut. It had belonged to an old lady who had kept it in her garage for years. He drove it across country, all through California until one of the wheels (left front) came off on a California freeway causing great damage to the axle where the lug bolts hold the wheel on.  The only thing he could do was to weld it back on which meant that it would never come off for a tire change. 

That was not all that was wrong with it. The compression was so bad that I had to get a push to get it started on my 2400 mile trip home. This meant that I could never turn the engine off. I had to let it run when I stopped to eat or nap. Someone made a bet that I would not make it out of Oregon! 

Things were going pretty well as I left  Oregon, crossed Idaho and entered Wyoming. Half-way across Wyoming, near the town of Medicine Bow but still in the middle of no where, I had a flat tire. Miraculously, it was not the  front left (the one that was welded on), but the front right tire.  

I got the bumper jack out of the car and started to change tires.
I was parked on the blacktop since nothing was coming in either direction for miles and miles. Once I got to the top of the jack, I noticed the car was still on the pavement. That old car was extremely heavy. On closer examination, the jack had gone down into the pavement rather than raise that heavy old car up. There was no way to budge the jack pole embedded into asphalt. I could not just abandon the car, nor could I change the tire, nor was there any human habitation for miles and miles. I was screwed! I don't know why I looked in the trunk, but when I did I miraculously found another jack - this time a scissors jack. I changed the tire and continued my trip. 

In Missouri, I wanted to stop at a roadside cafe to eat. I pulled into the parking lot and instinctively turned off the key. I was screwed again! I was forced to call a tow truck to help me get it started again. As the tow truck was about to pull into the parking lot, I decided to try it again to see if it would start. Miraculously, it started! Knowing I could not afford a tow truck charge, I peeled out of that parking lot and was gone before that tow truck knew what was happening.

I barely made it home the night before I was to report back to the seminary. I left the car at my parents house until I could get a weekend off to see what to do with it. It never started again, no matter how much I pushed it or pulled it. I gave it away and it sat the rest of its days in a junkyard. 

The engine was a mess. The axle on the front left needed some work. However, the body and interior were almost perfect because the old lady had used it gently and kept it in her garage for years. To this day, I wish I had put it in a barn and covered it up. It would have been a fabulous old restoration project! 

The weirdest thing to happen was the day when the young man who gave me the car showed up on a motorcycle at the seminary about a month later looking for me. He was on his way back to Connecticut and could not believe that I had made it! He wanted to see for himself! He was not the one who had made the bet, so I could not collect! 

When you're young, you take risks like that! I am glad I had some of those childlike experiences, without getting seriously hurt. Old people think themselves out of so much fun by being too careful! Looking back, there were so many things that could have gone terribly wrong! As Otto von Bismarck once famously said, "There is a Providence that protects idiots, drunkards, children and the United States of America." 


Thursday, June 4, 2020

A COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS........


......FOR ALL THOSE WHO ARE NOT ABLE TO  HAVE A PROPER GRADUATION


BELLARMINE UNIVERSITY
December 21, 2016
Commencement Address
‘A Hopeless Case?”
Rev. J. Ronald Knott


I was completely shocked and honored when I got the call that I was going to be awarded an honorary doctorate by this University. After seventeen years of relishing being a campus minister here, I had retired from Bellarmine University back in the spring, retired from St. Meinrad Seminary the year before that, retired from the Archdiocese of Louisville a little before that and I have been collecting Social Security for about a year before that. After all that retiring and collecting, I thought I was finished. I thought that all I had left to do was to find a place to die – hopefully in a socially acceptable situation! 

I am not the type to get awards like this. Oh, I have won a couple of awards in the last few years, but not enough to invest in a trophy case just yet. I am not a million-dollar donor. I am not a successful businessman or well-known politician. I didn’t graduate in the top of my class and I didn’t invent anything. There are no buildings or streets named after me. I was the MC at a Crater Lake National Park beauty pageant once, but I have never won one personally. Even Don Knotts had an “s” at the end of his name and I don’t. I am not a Monsignor like Father Horrigan who started this place. I am simply a priest from a humble background who has ended up amazed to be where he is today - all because of God’s amazing grace, my own unrelenting determination, the help of a whole lot of good people and a dab of luck. 

If I were to list my greatest accomplishment, it would not be any of the things listed in my introduction, it would be overcoming crippling bashfulness to become an international speaker, in eight countries on well over one hundred occasions! From stages like this, I have looked into the eyes of more Cardinals, Archbishops, Bishops and priests than is healthy for one person! Yes, I have stood and talked in front of all those clerics, without batting an eye, usually a week at a time, and lived to talk about it! I have preached in front of thousands and thousands of Catholics, people from other faiths and people of no faith at all. From the feedback, the thing I am consistently known for is my simple, direct and straightforward speaking style. I may not be the best speaker in the world, but I do know how to do “short and sweet,” so here goes! 

All of you can listen in, and hopefully get something out of this, but tonight I want to speak directly to you graduates who struggled to get here today. Yes, I admire the winners of awards and scholarships and I congratulate them, but those of you who really struggled are my kind of people and I want to share a bit of what I have learned, especially with you! Yes, I do hope it will also be helpful to everyone here, in one way or another. 

I grew up in a Walton’s Mountain kind of town down in Meade County. I am John Boy, the first in my family to graduate from college. I was told almost every day as a child that I would never amount to a hill of beans. When I flunked the altar boy test in the second grade, sweet Sister Mary Ancilla told me that I was a good kid, but predicted that I would, in her words, “never be any good around the altar.” When I wanted to come up here to Louisville, out of the eighth grade, to the now-closed St. Thomas Seminary on Old Brownsboro Road, my pastor reluctantly filled out the papers, but predicted that I would not last till Christmas! After limping through my first year of seminary, the head priest called me into his office to tell me that he was sending me home, calling me, to my face, a “hopeless case.” I had to beg for another opportunity. (To get through the seminary, you need to get good at groveling! My groveling career was launched that very day!) His last words to me were to call me “a ball and chain around his leg for six years!”

Even when I completed four years of high school seminary, four years of college seminary and four years of graduate school seminary, on the day of my ordination, a woman cornered me at the reception and asked how long I had gone to school. When I answered “twenty, counting grade school,” she stepped back, gasped, and said, “My God, you could have been something!” Graduates, I feel like I have been swimming against the stream all my life! 

Friends, here is my point! In the words of W. C Fields, “It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to!” As a graduate of the “School of Hard Knocks,” from which I have three earned Doctorates, I have learned that if you want to get on in life, you have to do two things. First, you need to shut out those negative discounting voices of the people around you. Second, and even harder, you need to shut out that negative discounting voice in your own head. Henry Ford said, “Those who believe they can and those who believe they can’t are both right.” Marianne Williamson said, “It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us!” 

The 12 years it took for me to get to priesthood was a piece of cake compared to the 47 years of staying in the priesthood! In almost every assignment I have had as a priest, I have been told by those who were there before me “not to expect any results” because “nothing can be done” because of “this or that” reason. I deliberately chose not to believe any of them and I have seen both small and large miracles in most of those places, not because I am some kind of miracle worker, but simply because I refused to believe their negative predictions, as well as those my own mind tried to invent. I have learned that people declare certain situations, other people and themselves “hopeless” because it is easier that way. If you declare situations, other people or yourself “hopeless,” you don’t have to do anything! Nobody expects you to do anything about “hopelessness!” Here is another quote from George Bernard Shaw that has guided me over the years. “People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them.”

One of the most useful things I learned from my tough childhood is that “there has never been a rescue party out looking for me” so I have needed to practice self-rescue. To do that I have learned to be imaginative and creative and look for alternatives, rather than look for someone to blame or someone to fix it for me. Another of my very favorite quotes, one I used regularly in Bellarmine Baccalaureate homilies, is also by George Bernard Shaw. “This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of Nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.” 

All you, “barely made its,” listen up! One of my very favorite things to do is to walk down the hall way at my old seminary, where they hang the class pictures. I like to stop at the year 1970, the year I graduated and was finally ordained a priest. Some of the biggest brains and jocks, the ones that most of us could never measure up to, the ones everybody “made over,” bombed out a long time ago and some of us ugly ducklings, in a classic “tortoise and hare” scenario, are now swimming with swans! Maybe you have the heard the joke about what they call the person who graduated at the bottom of the class in medical school? They call him or her “Doctor!” As Yogo Berra said, “|It ain’t over till it’s over!” So I say to you, it ain’t over till it’s over, so be forces of nature, not feverish selfish little clods of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to make you happy! Claim your power! Take the road less traveled! Believe in yourself! Dare to dream! Work hard! Be determined! Remain focused! If you do that, then good luck will find you. 

Remember! “It’s not what they call you, it’s what you answer to!” “Those who believe they can, and those who believe they can’t, are both right! Maybe someday in the distant future, Bellarmine University will give another really nice award like this to yet another former “hopeless case” who “could have been something.” Maybe that “someone” will be you!

To close, let me quote a few lines from the song “Defying Gravity” from the musical WICKED. 

I'm through accepting limits
'Cause someone says they're so.
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know.

To those who ground me,
Take a message back from me!

Tell them how I am defying gravity -
I'm flying high, defying gravity.

And soon I'll match them in renown
And nobody in all of Oz -
No wizard that there is, or was,
Is ever gonna bring me down!

Remember graduates, they don’t call this a “commencement” for nothing!