Sunday, December 6, 2020

Second Sunday of Advent B - December 6, 2020

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Bob Pierson, OHC

Advent 2 B  - Sunday, December 6, 2020



Each year, on the second Sunday of Advent, we are introduced to the figure of John the Baptist, that strange fellow who runs around in the desert, dressed in camel's hair, and eating locusts and wild honey.  And on this year, Year B of the three year lectionary cycle we are also given the treat of hearing this first reading from Isaiah 40:

“Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God.  Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her that she has served her term, that her penalty is paid, that she has received from the Lord's hand double for all her sins.”

We know that the original context for these words of Isaiah was the post exilic prophet proclaiming the good news that the exile was coming to an end.  That God was coming to bring the people back to Jerusalem.  So, it's time to “prepare the way of the Lord,” to fill in the valleys and cut through the mountains, to construct a super highway through the desert to allow God to bring the people home.  

This was extremely good news for the people of Israel.  How can it also be “good news” for us?  The past few months have found us wandering in a desert exile of our own as we respond to the presence of the coronavirus in our midst.  And while the exile is not over yet by any means, we know that it is coming to an end with the advent of several vaccines that, if people allow themselves to be vaccinated, will bring this plague to an end.  But if that is the only thing we think we need to be “saved” from, I think we are ignoring another “disease” in our midst that has been around for much longer, and can be just as devastating as any respiratory illness.

I am talking about the “disease” of rancor that exists in many parts of the world between good people who are so convinced that they are right that, in fact, they are wrong.  People on every side of our political divides have become so rancorous that it seems we have forgotten about the command to “Love our neighbors as we love ourselves.”  Many of us have become so comfortable with ranting and raving against “them” that we have forgotten that “they” are our brothers and sisters, fellow human beings in need of the same respect and dignity that we hope to obtain for ourselves.  

What kind of vaccine can save us from this illness?  During the past few days of silent retreat I have been reading a book that has sat on my shelf for years.  It was a gift from a directee of mine back in Minnesota, and I have been putting off reading it until just this week.  The book is entitled, “Left To Tell,” and it's the story of a young Rwandan woman, Immaculee Ilibagiza, who survived the genocide that took place in her country in 1994.  Along with five other women, she hid in a bathroom that was 4 feet by 3 feet for over three months.  During that time she experienced such fear, and anger, and hatred for those trying to kill her and her family, that she knew she had to turn to God to save her soul from being consumed by the evil around her.  After they were rescued, which is an amazing story in itself, she knew that God had saved her life so that she could tell her story while working for the healing of the soul of her country and people.  She refused to give in to hatred and revenge, and learned to pray for her persecutors who had killed all of her family and were hunting her by name.  The conversion that she experienced in that tiny bathroom over those three months enabled her to be Christ after the war ended.

I am convinced that we, too, are called to reject the invitation to “demonize” those with whom we disagree and to pray for them as our brothers and sisters in the Lord.  That is not to say that we don't need to work for truth and justice, but more than revenge we need healing and reconciliation.  It's hard work because people will not be easily brought together after such serious divisions have been encouraged by many around us, but it IS the way of Jesus, and bringing healing and reconcilation is the way to prepare for the coming of the Lord.  

In the selection we heard today from the second letter of Peter, he reminds us that “the Lord is not slow about his promise, as some think of slowness, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish, but all to come to repentance.”  He asks, “what sort of persons ought you to be in leading lives of holiness and godliness, waiting for and hastening the coming day of God...?  Therefore, beloved, while you are waiting for these things, strive to be found by him at peace, without spot or blemish; and regard the patience of our Lord as salvation.” 
 
As we gather around the table of the Lord at this Eucharist today, let us promise to live the healing and reconciliation that Jesus offers us in this sacrament.  Let us refuse to give in to the pressure to “win” or “get even,” and rather work for all to be reconciled in Christ.  We can be examples of Christ's love and mercy as we refuse to give in to the need to write off those with whom we disagree, and work to love them as God loves them.  What a wonderful way to prepare the way!

Sunday, November 29, 2020

First Sunday of Advent B - November 29, 2020

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Josép Martinez-Cubero, OHC

Advent 1 B  - Sunday, November 29, 2020



Here we are, at the beginning of a new liturgical season and a new Church year, and I, for one, am bewildered. And Jesus wants me to keep awake? What?? I’m exhausted, and to be quite honest, constantly asking in my prayer: “Where are you who brought out of the Nile the shepherd of his flock?” Where are you, God??? 

I cry with the psalmist: “O God, why have you utterly cast us off? Why is your wrath so hot against the sheep of your pasture?” “My God, my God, why have you forsaken us and are so far from our cry and from the words of our distress?” “O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer; by night as well, but I find no rest.” And you want me to be awake and alert? I am thankful that Scripture writers are not afraid to rage and lament and complain about God’s hiddenness. “How long will you hide yourself, O Lord? Will you hide yourself forever?”

This year more than ever, I need Advent, the season that emerges when the world as we know it has changed; when things are no longer as they used to be; when a cosmic shift has taken place. This year more than ever I need to enter the Christian New Year in lamentation. I find myself with no desire for Hallmark Season’s sentiments. I need the radical honesty of Scripture: "How long will you be angered despite the prayers of your people?" "because you hid yourself, we transgressed." I don’t feel like pretending that God’s apparent silence is just fine. I mean, let’s get real, our world is not okay. We are surrounded by evil and suffering, and I want God to tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains quake at God’s presence- as when fire kindles brushwood and the fire causes water to boil. That’s right, this Advent, I need to have permission to express the truth of my sorrow. Our culture of denial, apathy and hedonism is just not cutting it for me. I need God to show up. I need God to restore! I am human, and when we humans stand at the thresholds where our world is shaken, we just want someone to do something about it and make it all like it used to be. Just do something. I want to cry like the prophet Isaiah cries to God in the Hebrew Scripture lesson for this first Sunday of Advent: "O that you would tear open the heavens and come down," God, will you please come down here and do something about this mess? 

I, like Isaiah, have been calling for a God who will do "awesome deeds" like making mountains quake and the nations tremble:
 
- Hearken to my voice, O Lord, when I call; bring this pandemic to an end. 
- Great is your compassion, O God, protect the most vulnerable. 
- Do not let your compassion go unmoved and give strength to all healthcare workers. 
- Lord have mercy on those who are unemployed. 
- O Lord God of vengeance show yourself to all those corrupted politicians in Washington D.C. 
- O Lord God of Hosts destroy systemic racism. 
- Rise up, O Judge of the world; give every greedy corporation their just deserts, for they trust in great wealth and rely upon wickedness! 
- Behold the affliction of your LGBTQ+ children, and deliver them from all ignorant evil doers who are full of hate! 
- Protect this wounded planet before we completely destroy it past saving; then we will be like those who dream. 
- Save us, O God, from ourselves! 

If one thing I’ve learned from praying the psalms day in and day out, week after week, as we monks do, is that it is okay to pray these prayers. Our God is a great God and I really believe that these prayers are but a fraction of God’s own dream. And yet, I know I can’t just dwell in my rage and my lamentation because during Advent, God is calling us to transform our hearts for something else. As Saint Paul says in 1st Corinthians, we "wait for the revealing of our Lord Jesus Christ." This is quite a challenge in a world that favors “press ‘enter’ and you’ll have it right now”; a world that favors end products, more than a process of transformation. Advent tells us that things worth waiting for come to be in the darkness. The Spirit of God hovered over the darkness of the deep waters, preparing to create the world. Next spring's seeds break open in the darkness of the winter soil. The child grows in the deep and nourishing darkness of the womb. 

During Advent we prepare for God, and the God who will turn up is likely to be very different from the one we expect. Our God, whose Name is everlasting and whose renown endures from age to age, chooses a womb, and the equivalent of a hick town, and a brief life, and an agonizing death on a cross. Our God is a God who wants to be seen in the destitute, the stranger, the sick and the prisoner. This is not the kind of God we tend to expect, so orienting our hearts in that direction requires serious preparation. In order to be ready to receive God as God is and not as I, in my ignorance and weakness would have God to be, I need Advent. 

So the Season of Advent has to do, not so much with where God is, and more to do with where we are. The work needs to begin not so much with what’s going on in the world, but with what’s going on in us. The truth is that we tend to see people, the world, and God, not as they are, but as we are. When I am anxious, the world is difficult, and I want to run away. When I am scared and paranoid, other people are after me and become threats. When I have a hard time loving myself and I’m filled with guilt, I may blame and judge others. When we wake up and become aware of what is going on inside of us, we don’t project it out onto other people, the world and God. 

Christ came, Christ is with us, Christ will come again is all one in Kairos, God’s time- the time of the company of saints and of eternal life. Jesus’ exhortation to “beware” is better translated from the Greek as “to perceive,” and has everything to do with opening our eyes to the revelation of Christ’s presence here and now. It is this revelation of Christ that transforms our interior life and leads us from darkness to light, and from external appearances to deep insight and wisdom. It is through this revelation of Christ that we can orient our heart to find salvation in meaning instead of achievement, in quality instead of quantity, in being instead of doing, and in the power of the God within us that can turn all of life whole and good. After all, it is only through our own transformation that we can transform the world.

May we pray and be transformed in God’s time. May we orient our heart to Christ, who came, who is with us, and who will come again. And may we all have a blessed Season of Advent. ¡Que así sea en el nombre del Padre, del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo! 

Amen,

Wednesday, November 25, 2020

The feast of James Otis Sargent Huntington - November 25, 2020

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Randy Greve, OHC

Holy Cross, West Park, New York
November 6, 1915
My dear brother: 
When I became Superior of our community two months ago, a large amount of correspondence was handed me by my predecessor in office.  Among these letters was one from you, dated November 3, 1913. In it you make some enquiries about our Community, and imply that you have, at times at any rate, had some thought of making trial of the Religious Life. 
I do not know just what information was given you, or if you felt that your questions were satisfactorily answered. And, of course, I do not know what is your present state of mind.
But two things are very clear to me. One is that the needs of the Church in our time and land cry loudly for the increase of Religious Communities, for the devotion to God in the Religious Life of numbers of men, both laymen and priests. The other is that, if a man has received from God the high privilege of entering a Religious Community, he does himself a very great – probably an irreparable – injury, and injustice, if he lightly turns away from it. Will you let me say a word to you in regard to both these points?\ 
1. The Needs of the Church 
Consider what responsibility rests upon the Church in this country. It is nothing less than the conversion of America to the Catholic faith, the uniting of all the divided sections of this great nation in a common belief in God, and a common effort to carry out His Will, as He has made and is making it known. This, I say, is the responsibility of the Church in relation to the American nation, and to the whole world. You are a member of the Church. The responsibility rests on you. What are you going to do about it? What contribution have you to make? God may have made it plain to you that His plan for you is that you should marry and bring up a family of children to serve Him, and to work for the Church and for the country. He may have called you yourself to be a lawyer, a doctor, a soldier, a merchant, a sailor, an engineer. If so, well and good. But if you have no such definite call as would preclude your entering a Religious Community, then is it not at least likely that it is in such an association that you can do the best for your Church and your country? In how many enterprises men are realizing the power and effectiveness of combination! Men join together to mine coal, to build railroads, to manufacture automobiles, to publish books, to slaughter their fellow-men.
Is it only work for God, work for souls, work for the highest interests of humanity, in time and eternity, which shall continue to be done by isolated individuals, in hap-hazard, hand-to-mouth ways, with no concerted action, no thought-out plans, no economy of effort, no leadership or statesmanlike action? For God’s sake, let’s get together!
2. Then your own needs. 
You were created for union with God, to know Him, to love Him, to share His life now and forever. To fulfill that purpose, for which you exist, you must strive to be like God, as He revealed Himself in Jesus Christ. You must aim at perfection, to be perfect as your Father which is in Heaven is perfect. That means hard work. Can you do it better alone, or with others to help you? When Our Lord was on earth, many people listened to Him and tried to do as He said. But to some His call was, ‘Follow me’. He chose some to be with Him, to live as He lived, to be strong against the world by sharing His poverty, joyful by having His friendship in a life of chastity, free by giving up their own wills in loving obedience to Him, ready to go anywhere and do anything at His bidding. 
Christ still calls some to ‘vow perfection’ by promising to follow Him in poverty, chastity, and obedience. Is He not calling you? Is there any other way in which you can be sure of ‘acquiring perfection’, of attaining to God and having Him as your portion forever? Of course it is a hard life, in some respects the very hardest. To get up before five o’clock every morning, to live on the rations given you with no choice as to your food, to pray, in chapel or in your cell, four times a day, to work under orders, to go where you are sent, to do as you are told whether you like it or not, to bear humiliation, to fast, to be ridiculed by the world, and to keep on at all this as old age arrives, and to die in harness at the end – this is not an easy life. But is it a harder life than Jesus Christ lived? And isn’t it true that those who live it wouldn’t exchange it for anything the world can give, that it is they who keep their freshness and elasticity, who have brightness in their eyes, a smile on their lips, warmth in their hearts? Is it not they who see the fruits of their sacrifices in the salvation and sanctification of other souls? 
At any rate, don’t play fast and loose with a call to be an intimate friend of Jesus Christ. If you believe He wants you in the ranks of the Religious Life, make up your mind once for all, and come as soon as He opens the way. If not, do whatever else He has for you, and may He bless and help you to do it with all your might. We shall continue to have you in our prayers. 
Faithfully in our Blessed Lord, 
James O.S. Huntington
Superior O.H.C.

I quote this letter in full because his own words say more than a paraphrase ever could.  What a passionate and inspiring summary of his life and an insightful glimpse into this remarkable man. My heart fills with hope as he paints the vision of who we are to be and what our lives here mean.  These were not just words to him.  He believed and lived this to his last day.  He is again freshly present to me in these days. He clearly and prophetically articulated the call of the Church in the modern world. He integrated personal prayer with matters of justice. He advocated for the vulnerable and marginalized.  He believed in the power of interdependent community life as the source of mission and renewal.  The specifics are different for us, but our questions are not much changed from his. 

Father Huntington was, to use a phrase from Theodore Roosevelt, a “man in the arena”.  That is what a monk is to be in his mind – no sideline spectator or armchair critic to the needs of the time, but always ready and eager to plunge in and serve.  Yet he harbored no fantasies about this life, knew full well the difficulties and the obstacles.    The struggles were plentiful (there was never quite enough money, never enough vocations).  He yearned for a wide and lasting legacy in the Church when the Order’s very existence was not guaranteed.

Saint Paul speaks in Galatians of boasting in the cross “by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.” This mystical language of Saint Paul is at the front of Father Huntington’s mind in his letter.  Within the risks and unknowns was the cosmic vision of life in Christ.  Through our acts of love and service we proclaim that we here on this quiet piece of land on the shore of the Hudson River in New York, USA in the year 2020 are partnering with God for the renewal of creation, the salvation of the world in and through us.  Both Saint Paul and Father Huntington remind us that only by being crucified to the world are we living in reality, which is a deep mystery: exaltation in humiliation. Fullness in hunger. Freedom in obedience. New, resurrection life in dying to the false self.  
In her biography of Father Huntington, Vida Dutton Scudder recounts a brief but telling anecdote about him. 
“On one occasion”, she writes, “a friend, finding him plunged in deep sadness over the defeat of his earnest efforts in some specific matter, asked him how the failure of his prayers affected him. Father Huntington paused a moment. Then he said gravely: ‘I still praise God for granting the prayers of other men.’ Presently, his features illumined with a solemn glow, he added: ‘And ever, forever, I praise Him for what He is.’”
I am prone to turn saints into super-humans who could rise above unimportant emotions like sadness, whose faith in the good working of God’s good will made them immune from the fleeting concerns of us mere mortals, enraptured as they were in the heavenly vision.  But of course, great leaders such as Father Huntington are very much human, have egos – sometimes very large ones – and wills and agendas and want to get their way, which is usually a good and holy way.  James Otis Sargent Huntington did not always get his way.  The most interesting thing to learn from the lives of saints is what they did when they did not get their way. I catch myself equating thriving with doing what I want, having a certain kind of agency over my life, feeling content about that.  What I know from experience is when I feel stuck, when things do not go the way I want, when I would rather be doing something else, I do not like that very much, but it is then that growth really happens.  Let someone tell me “no” to something I really want to do, and then things get interesting.  My definition of what is important is biased. I want to see our Order grow and thrive, but I don’t want to refill the paper towels.  But it is in those times of uncomfortable growth, by God’s grace, that a deeper reality is disclosed to me – and with it a deeper invitation.  “The world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.”  I cannot offer for crucifixion what I don’t know about myself, what is repressed or avoided. I cannot allow to be converted what I do not own. Being crucified to the world is not becoming numb to its joys or sorrows, but even more present to all of the experiences of life.  The paper towels are part of my conversion, too.
We are recipients of a call and as people of passion and commitment bound and vowed to reflect the reign of God and bring it to earth. Inherent in that very call is the encounter with all in and around us which inhibits and blocks the good we see and the good God desires.  If part of what we are about is to imagine what could be, dream what is not yet, work for what we will never live to see, are hearts will get cut and squeezed and wrenched and share with the saints the stifling constraints of these bodies of death because we will always come up short.  Love, and then wait for your heart to break. Then conversion really begins.
  
The sadness which Father Huntington felt so deeply so often, which we feel at various times, is human and therefore holy.  We are to welcome it, be present to it, pray with it.  But that sadness is not the end of the story. It cannot pass judgment on our work, undo our love and service.  It is real, but there is something more real than the sadness.  The bedrock under the soil of sadness, beneath the acedia, despair, desolation we experience about our vocations, our work, whether it matters, whether we are making a difference, is the crucifixion of our wills in union with the Crucified Lord.  As a soul unfurls, the capacity and availability for the breadth of human emotion and experiences blossoms.  And at the cross I lay my emotions and experiences, my gifts, my vision, my work, my plans, so it is all there crucified to me and I to it.  The needs of the Church and the world and my soul, what was done and left undone, all that is me which has been given to me by the Crucified One is offered back to the author and source, and with him laid in the tomb and there, in a wonder and beauty and mystery beyond our imagining raised new – finally and forever whole and pure and perfect.

Amen.