Monday, September 12, 2016

SALTWATER GOSPEL

 By Lori Carmody

When life has pushed hard on your body and soul, where do you go for grounding, restoration, and rejuvenation?  Many of us turn to prayer -  our daily practice, our refuge, our last resort.  And yet, if asked, who of us would be able to define prayer and why have we come to rely on it?  Do we pray in order to get what we want or in hopes that prayer will change what we desire so that we are at peace with whatever happens to be the outcome? 
What if neither of these are the goal of our prayer?  What if, instead, we pray because we have found that prayer changes us as we engage in turning our stubborn will over to something larger than our individual self.  Perhaps we have found that prayer helps us move from an “I” to “we” point of view and that wider vantage point is attractive to us. 

I love to pray in the quiet of an adoration chapel.  It soothes my frazzled soul from the busyness of everyday life.  However, when I find myself not grounded, overly emotional, and in need of guidance to know what the next best thing is for me to do, I head to Lake Kachess.  Dangling my feet in the cold, clear water and gazing on the tall trees and rugged mountains allows me to let go of my need to control and enables my thoughts to move from my small world of concerns to broader horizons.  Somehow in that time at the lake my selfishness diminishes and God’s beauty of creation grows so that once again in my mind and heart – and especially my will - God is God and I am not.  I am able to consecrate my whole being – needy, sinful, fearful, loving, capable, my all – over to the One who is my home beyond this home.  I walk away remembering that I am sustained in Grace and that I don’t walk alone – ever!  God is with me.

I also become aware that God is with each of us – always! And we are all connected to one another.  It isn’t me/my/I.  That illusion melts away and I re-awaken to the collective "we" who are traveling together on this journey called life. 

Where do you go to be reminded of the grace of your holy purpose beyond the grind of everyday life?  Does your schedule allow you time to occasionally be in that space – be it at the ocean, in the woods, on your back porch, in your favorite rocking chair, soaking in a bathtub,  …..?  If not, please remember that prayer is mysteriously transformative. 

What adjustments might you make to your schedule this week so that you can be changed into the person God has intended you to be?

Today, as I sit at the water’s edge writing this reflection, my prayer for you and for me is that each of us may find places and times to connect deeply to the reality beyond us.  My hope is that we find moments where we are “as close to God as we can get” for surely from that place we will emerge changed by God’s transforming Grace.   

Please enjoy the Eli Young Band’s new song, Saltwater Gospel.  Although Lake Kachess isn’t saltwater, this song touches on the holiness I feel at the water’s edge. 

Thanks for reading.
Lori

Thursday, August 11, 2016

THE SOFTENING OF SUFFERING

By Lori Carmody

Have you ever accompanied someone as they suffered in pain?  I am not talking about the “skinned knee that will be better in a couple days kind of hurt.”  No.  I am referring to the type  pain, be it physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, or economic that takes a hold of a person and doesn’t let go. 

Recently I walked along-side of my uncle as he suffered with nerve damage with resulting pain that shot through his back and legs.  Medication only took the edge off.  Surgical procedures were ineffective.  Pain persisted.

Whether we are basically healthy with an occasional bout of pain or ill with an on-going medical condition, most of us have battles we face.  It’s just the human condition.

In my uncle’s case, he didn’t want to be constantly complaining or to be a burden to his family.  Just like with my uncle, our aches and pains are, for the most part, suffered in silence as well.  

What, then, are we to do other than to stay silent and suffer in pain, when the best medicine has to offer isn’t enough for us or those we love?  Where do we turn for strength and a dose of courage?  For each of us the answers may be unique for our particular personality.  Yet, there very well may be three concepts that together we can consider for sustenance.

  • We can bring our requests to God.  No thought, prayer, petition, desire, or wish is too small or insignificant when brought before God. Nor is there anything too large for which to seek God’s help.  We make God small when we limit the help we will ask for by thinking we shouldn’t bother God with something too small or by assuming God isn’t interested in our personal lives.  We can and should ask God for anything we want and need. Putting our hopes and dreams into God’s hands and knowing we are heard by a loving Presence is doing something.  It is trusting God and it is caring for you and your loved ones.
  • In many conversations with my uncle, he expressed the difficulty of living with acute, chronic pain.  Yet each time he shared about this, he’d follow that up by saying that when it got unbearable, he would “offer it up” to the good Lord to use his suffering to bless his family, especially those who were in battles of their own.  He wanted grace to pour over them as he continued to pray through his pain with submission.  We too can suffer for others whenever we silently take our pain and offer it to God, willingly accepting it on behalf of others.
  • Often times with chronic pain we find it easier to shut out the world including shutting down our emotions around the pain and all that it has taken from us.  A recent quote by Kayla McClurg on suffering struck me as powerfully insightful: “If we don’t shut down, suffering softens us; carves out more capacity to receive what God wants to give.”  Although a more difficult path, the softening that occurs as we suffer and the gifts from God are without question.  This is one of the primary reasons for wholeheartedly opposing euthanasia.  These gifts are given and shared not only with those who are in pain but with the community supporting them. 


We have available to us the capacity to open ourselves to the softening grace of experiencing more and more of who we are by entering into every part of what life has to offer.  The choice is ours.  Will we enter fully?  Even our pain and suffering?  Blessings await us, if we have eyes to see and a heart open to receive the gift.

Thanks for reading.

Lori

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

BEHOLD YOUR MOTHER

By Lori Carmody

With news coming out in the Catholic world from Buenos Aires, Argentina announcing that the Marian apparition (Our Lady of the Rosary of San Nicolas) has been officially approved by Bishop Hector Cardelli of San Nicolas (http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/a-marian-apparition-has-been-approved-in-argentina---and-its-a-big-deal-31979/) it got me thinking about Mary.  When I was a little girl I remember during the summertime wanting to get done with dinner in record time so I could go back outside to play with my friends.  However, my mom would keep my dad, sister, and me around the kitchen table after we were done eating so we could all say the Rosary.  My mother had a special connection with Mary and she wanted us to develop a similar bond.  You never saw two young girls recite prayers so quickly as those evenings when 50 Hail Marys, 5 Our Fathers and 5 Glory Be’s were the hinge-pins between dinner and play!

In talking with friends who attend places of worship other than Catholic, I hear that Mary seldom comes up for them. That is not true for Catholics.  In our tradition, Mary is mentioned and celebrated throughout the year.  She holds a place of high honor.   

In my own life, I would describe Mary much as I would explain my relationship with my own mother.  I went to my mom when I was happy, sad, confused, alone, excited to share news…in other words basically any time I needed someone to confide in and to have my back.  Often I would ask my mom to pray for my family, friends, and co-workers.  I never left a conversation with her without feeling reassured that she had taken whatever was on my mind and heart to God.  In December of 2000, my mom passed away.  I continued to talk to her at times such as these but the consolation I felt wasn’t there like it used to be.  It was then that I began my search for Mary, blessed mother of Jesus.  She was who my mother had turned to for comfort and strength most of her adult life.  Perhaps the same would be true for me.

In the 16 years that I have invited God to reveal Mary to me, I have been surprised by the number of times and ways that blessings have shown up.  No, I have not seen apparitions and am wary of those who proclaim that they have.  However, I, like with my own mother, feel as though I never leave a conversation with Mary without feeling she has taken whatever is on my mind and heart to God.  

 Also, I have read the story of St. Bernadette at Lourdes, France (http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=1757) and have had relatives who have made pilgrimages to the grotto.  One of my cousins feels for certain that she received a small but definite healing from the water at Lourdes and I trust that this is so.  Catholic teaching does not require members to believe one way or another on either apparitions or miracles yet stories from people of deep faith are convincing to me. 

In everyday life, we often feel as though no one can fully understand what we are struggling with.  Yet, meditating on the life of Mary and her life in Christ has shown me how this feeling is limiting grace.   When those we love are being bullied, Mary understands how it feels to watch in horror.  Her son was unfairly judged and ridiculed.  When we question some of our church leaders and occasionally have trouble feeling at peace with some of decisions they are making, Mary must have been in our shoes as her leaders were meeting to discuss what to do with her son.  When someone in our family dies and we are in a daze wondering how this could have happened and how our life can go on, imagine how Mary must have felt.  When we pray and beg and ask God for something and it seems as though the answer is “no”, Mary too received such an answer when her beloved son asked for “the cup to pass” from him and it did not. 

Mary is in heaven.  We can be assured that not only does she hear our prayers but she takes every one of them to God on our behalf.  

I am not qualified to answer whether the Our Lady of the Rosary of San Nicolas apparition is authentic or not.  The ground I can safely stand on is that Mary has been a holy path leading me to a wider, more expansive experience of God.  Her message to me has consistently been one of prayer, peace, forgiveness and devotion to God.  My discernment with Our Lady of the Rosary of San Nicolas is the same as in my own journey of faith.  If it leads me deeper into the loving arms of God and service to those around me, most assuredly it is a message I need to pay attention to.

Note:  I would be remiss if I wrote a blog about Mary, mentioning my dear mother, and didn't add to it my mom's favorite prayer of intercession.  In loving memory of Agnes Zirkle and the example of faith she was not only to our family but to countless others:

THE MEMORARE
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary that never was it known that anyone who fled to Thy protection, implored Thy help, and sought Thy intercession was left unaided.  Inspired with this confidence, I fly unto Thee, O Virgin of virgins, My Mother!  To Thee I come; before Thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful.  Oh Mother of the Word Incarnate!  Despise not my petitions, but, in Thy mercy, hear and answer me.  Amen.

Thank you for reading this week.  
Lori




Monday, July 11, 2016

PRAYER STARTER #3


Please reflect on this photograph and let it lead you into prayer.  
May you find that imagination and creativity walk alongside you as you hold the image.  

Each month I will share with you one reflection that my photograph inspired.  

              IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SUBMIT A PRAYER, POEM, or REFLECTION
              (and I hope you do)
               PLEASE EMAIL IT TO ME @ Lori.Carmody@Outlook.com

PRAYER STARTER #2 (Dated June 9, 2016)

This is a selection from what was submitted in response to Prayer Starter # 2 (below).


"Even as I hide in the shadows of despair I feel you with me, O God, waiting beside me until I am ready.  Then, like a precious friend, you gently lead me into the light again."  
- DJ (Renton, WA)

Note:  Deep gratitude to all who submitted prayers for Prayer Starter 1 & 2.  I want to remind you that prayers, poems and reflections may be emailed to me with the request that I post them with your names, initials or anonymously.  Again, thank you. 

Thanks for reading.  

Friday, July 1, 2016

4th OF JULY .... A GOOD TIME TO LISTEN


By Lori Carmody

I was on my way to a birthday celebration with a dear friend when we began talking about whether we wanted to let the evening delve into politics.  We knew there would be people on both ends of the political spectrum attending the dinner.  Even the two of us saw such hot topics as the race to the white house, gun legislation, the minimum wage debate, what falls under the umbrella of pro-life and other subjects much differently.  We decided to share our thoughts and opinions on the car ride and if we could listen respectfully and understand one another during our 15 minutes alone, then together we would be able to facilitate the discussion if it came up with the others later that evening.  I am happy to report that we survived the ride and even enjoyed the dialog!

This Monday our country celebrates 4th of July.  It’s a day for liberals and conservatives, republicans and democrats, young and old, rich and poor, our many races, religions, and diversities of all  kinds to come together to celebrate our heritage.  Will that happen at picnics, in parks and at family gatherings or will we take the opportunity to cause further division in our land by how we talk or not talk with one another?

I choose to conduct myself on the 4th of July as the role models below have demonstrated in the lives they have lived:

Supreme Court Justices Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Antonin Scalia could not have been more divergent in their presence on the Supreme Court.  Ginsburg is as staunch a liberal as Scalia was a conservative.  However, they respected one another’s opinions and it was common knowledge that they were best friends.  How often today do we hear of people refusing to even speak to those with opposing views?  What ever happened to lively discussions that made both sides consider the topic of discussion leaving after hearing one another’s point of view having expanded their lens on what they were discussing?  In the words of Saint Bernadette, “My job is to inform, not to convince.”  What if, perhaps, we simply inform the people around us of our thoughts and let them freely choose to agree or disagree?  And then if, in turn, we hear what they have to say that will inform us.  Aren’t we both the wiser for listening?  Comedian Dick Cavett was known to have said, “It’s the rare person who wants to hear what he doesn’t want to hear.”  Let’s strive for rarity.   

This week in the Catholic Church we celebrated the Feast Day of Saint Peter and Saint Paul (June 29th).  Although they were both giants in our church history, it is common knowledge that they were definitely not besties.  They had different personalities and as such, lived out their respective calls to ministry in their own individual ways.  God used both of them to build up the church.  They did not have to have the same approach to problems in order to be effective.  They also didn’t need to have the same gifts in order to get the job done.  They only needed to have a heart open to serve.    Perhaps this weekend we can stop criticizing how another is going to run the country, lead the church, make future rulings in the court and instead try to see how we all are on the same road of wanting churches to flourish and our country to be a place where America truly is “where God sheds His grace on thee…”


The Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi is one of my favorites.  In it we ask God the favor of granting “that I may not so much seek to be understood as to understand.”   Blessed are we who are brave enough to live into these words.  

Thanks for reading.

Friday, June 24, 2016

ANGELS WHISPERING "GROW!" "GROW!"

They say the shortest distance between 2 points is a straight line.  However, when does life take us from one point to another in a straight line?  Rather, my path seems to resemble something more similar to



And yet, every time I set out with expectations that I will be traveling like this:

. Point A________________________________________________ .Point B
. Exercise_______________________________________________ .Lose 20 lbs.
. Meet a friend___________________________________________  .Life-long friendship
. Get a job______________________________________________  .Retirement
. Pray__________________________________________________ .Faith without doubt
. Born into family__________________________________________.Close throughout life
. Wherever I am at ________________________________________ .Where I want to be
                                                                                                                 NOW!! 
.Straight line from Point A (start) to Point B (finish) without variation on hoped for outcome

When the road gets long we tend to ask why, question ourselves, blame others, complain, get angry, and find many other ways to basically say we want the straight line, the shortest distance, the path of least resistance.

Life – in all it’s mystery – responds with detours, valleys, curves, plateaus and luckily mountain top experiences too.  With each long round about route we take, we stretch and grow becoming more of the person God intends us to be.

In the Talmud we read that “Each blade of grass has an angel that bends over it and whispers, “grow.” 

Our angels are with us on our circuitous journeys as well whispering to us ..."grow!  grow!"


Jeremiah 29:11-14  For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord.  Plans for a future and a hope...

Thank you for reading this week.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

IN MY FATHER'S EYES

Many years ago I read a good book called The Blessing by John Trent and Gary Smalley.  The gest of it was how children need their parent’s unconditional love and approval in order to form healthy relationships as they grow into adults.  Integral to this approval are elements of the blessing that need to occur in the young life of every child with the parent offering significant words and actions that communicate to the child their worth.  I was fortunate to have received a blessing from my father however I am well aware that many have not and each year find themselves reluctantly heading into another Father’s Day with ambivalent feelings.   

So to daughters and sons and fathers of all types, I offer two reflections.  The first is what I am calling My Dad-My Hero and the focus is on what I have seen as qualities in a man that rocket them from ordinary father to being the type of dad every kid wants.  The second I am calling My Dad-My Work in Process.  This speaks about our need, and that includes every one of us, to be blessed by our father.  If we have been lucky enough to have been blessed, we been lucky enough.  If not, Father Ron Rolheiser’s article has a wonderful suggestion on what we can now do to begin the healing of that wound. 

MY DAD – MY HERO
I have had the pleasure of watching my husband be a father for 28 years.  In those years, there have been many activities that would qualify him for the “Dad of the Year” award.  However I want to highlight a few of the characteristics that have been consistent throughout the raising of our two children which I believe have launched him into hero status.

Priorities:
Tom’s priorities have always been #1 God  #2 Wife and family  #3 Work.  Although he has owned and run his own business most of his life, he doesn’t confuse these priorities.  He takes time each day to pray and to ask God to make him the man, husband, father and employer God wants him to be.  There is no doubt in his mind or in mine or others who are around us that Tom loves and supports me and his family.  It is said that the best thing a husband can do for his children is to love their mother.  Tom lives this day in and day out.  

Faith-filled:
We have a prayer in our church that parents pray for their children at the Sacrament of Baptism.  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ji6jrl9u7o44m90/AABbV83NuakXlCBq7ckurUVIa?dl=0When both Matt and Kaitie (our children) were baptized, Tom listened to these words as they were proclaimed for us and he took the words to heart.  He desires to fulfil his sacred duty to pass on the faith to our children.  He never misses Sunday Mass.  They both have seen Tom pray daily either in his favorite living room chair, at his desk, at the kitchen table, with me and/or with them.  By word and example he has tried to lead them in the ways of wisdom.   Tom commends our children to God regularly knowing that although we often talk about our kids as “ours” in truth, they are God’s and pure gift to us.

Friend:
When we were young parents, we attended a class put on by Charlie Langdon of Children’s Home Society.  One of the gems that he taught us that has stayed with us for over 25 years is to always remember when disciplining that our children will only be kids for less than 1/3 of our relationship with them.  He said to be sure to treat them in such a way as to protect the more than 2/3 of the time we will be interacting adult to adult.  Tom not only remembered that when disciplining; he has had that in the forefront of this mind when he has chosen to enjoy time playing with them over making one more sales call or when he took up snowboarding and wake boarding just because that was what they were involved with.  Sometimes it is tricky to know when to be a parent and when to be a friend.  Holding the balance is hero’s work. 

Humility:
Our children watch us at our best and when we trip up.  Tom has been consistent not only in voicing the value of humility but consistently living both humbly and compassionately.  In his own words written many years ago, “A humble and compassionate person is a good person to be around.  People aren’t usually hurt by humble and compassionate people.  I like to hang out with people with these qualities.  I like to work with them and I like to live with them.” 

Fathers who are heros don’t just happen.  They strive to be humble, strike the balance between being a parent and a friend, are faith-filled and they have their priorities in order.  They may not have these all together all the time but the man that aims for these is definitely a hero and his children will rise up and call him blessed.

MY DAD-OUR WORK IN PROCESS
We are responsible for our own health and happiness.  We can choose to travel with baggage or not.  Have you ever noticed people at the airport with a heavy bag hanging from one shoulder and dragging an over-stuffed suitcase with the other hand?  It’s difficult for them to walk as opposed to the person with a light carry all that is walking with ease.  Journeying through life baggage-free is the way to go!  Perhaps your relationship with your father and/or child hasn’t been ideal.  That brings pain, to be sure.  No one is disputing that.  But your choice to stay in the place of blame, anger, feelings of victimization, hurt, or longing is yours.  You can begin to work on your unfinished business even if the other party doesn’t choose to participate.  You owe it to yourself to do this work until you can put closure on the relationship and either enter it more fully or walk away from it in peace.  Father Ron Rolheiser’s article is a fine place to begin.  My prayers are with you.

Keane, creator of the Family Circus cartoon strip, tells of a time when he was penciling one of his cartoons and his son, Jeffy said, “Daddy, how do you know what to draw?”  I said, “God tells me.”  Jeffy said, “Then why do you keep erasing parts of it?” 

I conclude with this story because I believe we all have a father story worthy of honor.  It has helped form us into the people we are today.  I urge us to resist the tendency to do any erasing.  In fact, my hope is that this Father’s Day will be one in which we can be grateful for the lessens we have learned, hard though some of them certainly are, from the men in our lives.  May it be so.