Why not a Religious Vocation “Mission”?

Over at Word on Fire Ministries, Rozann Carter notes a Mormon celebrity putting his career on hold to make a two-year “mission” and wonders why Catholics don’t have a similar mechanism in place to encourage religious vocations:

I don’t agree with the theology of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Nor am I advocating that charity, service, and evangelism should be mandated, like some sort of religious draft. But, there is something here, something in the Mormon faith, that speaks of another era, something that we, as Catholics, would do well to recover.

It seems to me that somewhere along the line, between what journalist Tom Brokaw termed “greatest generation” and today, duty and responsibility lost their mundane-ness, their everyday quality, their non-complicated expectedness and began to be valorized and assigned a level of heroism that would have seemed utterly foreign to the “responsible” and “dutiful” of an earlier day. Doing what one should do, rather than being something praiseworthy, was commonplace. I would argue that living in the “should,” even if subconsciously, was a majority position—there was a general consensus on what was expected and these expectations went relatively unquestioned. Working hard, accepting blame for shortcomings, loving loyally, and committing to tasks and relationships independently of emotive fulfillment were characteristics that were, at least as a cultural norm, accepted without fanfare. The commonplace was not revered; rather, what is praiseworthy now was commonplace then.

It’s a very well-done piece and I urge you to read the whole thing. Carter acknowledges that a Catholic vocation to the religious life or the priesthood is very different from a two-year mission, but wonders:

. . . what if every young Catholic . . . gave the religious life a year of their time? . . . What if we, as Catholic mentors, parents, and even young people, changed the course of our Catholic conversation to allow this consideration, now deemed the stuff of bing-ing halos and adoration chapel whispers, of hush-hush spiritual director meetings and nervous confrontations with grandchild-ready parents, to be posed, somewhat dutifully and with a sense of healthy responsibility, by every Catholic parent to their child.

It’s a good question and one I’ve wondered about, myself. Some will naturally argue that a postulancy is a religious “try-out” and it is, but it is also a very formal sort of try-out. Something structured but less formal, I think, is what Carter means, but I wonder if it can be designed in a practical manner that is not terribly disruptive to the ongoing life of a community? I’m not sure how such a situation would work.

Many religious orders do have “associate” programs whereby young lay people can spend some time volunteering and working with communities — particularly in active apostolates — but again, it attracts those who are already vocation-minded, and they are a distinct minority.

It seems to me that if the idea of a religious vocation is to be “normalized” then what is needed is more serious (and regular) encounters between our CCD students and the professed religious who are actually living the vowed lives.

That might be easier to do in the Mid-west, where vocations are on the rise, but in some places, it’s a tall order. Here on Long Island (and throughout the coastal regions) there is a real dearth of religious vocations. How do you attract young people to the idea of such a life, when it is profoundly aged-and-gasping and barely represented around them?

It’s certainly an idea worth discussing, though, don’t you think? As is the notion of teaching about marriage as a true, vowed vocation, and call to holiness, too.

Speaking of vocations, the Vatican has received its final report on women religious in the US:

A three-year survey of women’s religious life in the United States has concluded with the filing of a final report by the Vatican-appointed Apostolic Visitator Mother Mary Clare Millea.

“Although there are concerns in religious life that warrant support and attention, the enduring reality is one of fidelity, joy, and hope,” Mother Millea said in a Jan. 9 release . . . Along with her comprehensive report on women’s religious communities, Mother Millea is presenting individual reports on nearly 400 religious institutes to the congregation’s secretary Archbishop Joseph Tobin. These reports are likely to be completed by the spring of 2012.

It’s a rather quiet end to what began as an issue full of paranoid high drama:

Coupled with the cynicism that dismisses out-of-hand the possibility that the visitation could be anything less than a hostile takeover (with an ever-present threat, apparently, of “violence”), Schneider’s “new form of Religious Life . . . Religious who are not cloistered and ministers who are not ordained” sounds like it promotes a selective sort of openness–one so narrow that the Holy Spirit may have to suck in His breath and slide in sideways to get access.

Meanwhile, the Benedictine Nuns of St. Cecilia’s Abbey, in Ryde, on the Isle of Wight (who, along with Stanbrook Abbey, helped Rumer Godden write her brilliant and unforgettable In this House of Brede) have been fortunate in the regular reception of young vocations; they have just celebrated the solemn profession of Sr. Elizabeth Burgess, OSB

St Cecilia’s Abbey, Ryde is a cloistered community of Benedictine nuns of the Solesmes Congregation. . . They have been blessed with a number of young vocations who have persevered to solemn vows in these last years. This week saw the profession of Sr Elizabeth Burgess. She made her solemn (life) vows as a nun and received the Consecration of Virgins. Our abbot was delegated by our bishop to preside at the Mass and concomitant ceremonies. The liturgy took over two hours and was sung in Latin in exquisite Gregorian Chant.

I understand Sr. Elizabeth is all of 25 years-old, having entered the abbey at 19. That used to be quite a normal thing. Nowadays we tend to think any lifelong vow made at “only 25″ years of age to be rather an unusual and foolish thing. Everyone is supposed to hold out, keep the options open and wait until all the worldly things have been done.

But there is nothing more radical than following the call of the Holy Spirit, wherever one is led, to the exclusion of all the world’s conventions.

You can read the homily of Sr. Elizabeth’s solemn profession here

As Archbishop Timothy Dolan has said, “His call trumps our Curriculum Vitae; His grace lifts up our natures…”

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Related: The Dominican Nuns at Summit will soon be celebrating a solemn profession, too

“A House of Prayer; a Temple of Intercession”

Would to God that . . . all men could know how very easy it would be for them to arrive at a high degree of sanctity. They would only have to fulfill the simple duties of Christianity and of their state of life; to embrace with submission the crosses belonging to that state, and to submit with faith and love to the designs of Providence in all those things that have to be done or suffered. . . This is the spirituality of all ages and of every state.”
–Father Jean Pierre de Caussade, Abandonment to Divine Providence

This morning I had the great pleasure of attending Mass for the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception at the Monastery of Our Lady of the Rosary, where I was also privileged to witness the first profession of Sister Mary Magdalene, O.P..

One expects a first profession to be beautiful and joy-filled, but I was surprised at how moving it was; to watch this radiant young woman pronounce traditional Dominican vows and then have her prioress and novice mistress lovingly dress her in the black veil of a professed nun gave me goosebumps. Ancient tradition, the renunciation of the world to be only for Christ — a holy continuum, through the ages.

I found myself expressing great gratitude to God that, through the Holy Spirit, young people are still finding their way into monasteries to take on the work — and it is heavy work; nuns are not hothouse flowers — of praying for the rest of us, supporting the world by rejecting its material allures in order to embrace this life of prayer, fasting, discipline, self-effacement and sacrifice.

Sister’s novice mistress, Sister Mary Catharine of Jesus, O.P. once wrote a piece for Patheos explaining the meaning of the Dominican habit:

Two years after her clothing, a novice will profess vows, and a black veil will be placed on her head signifying that she has become “recognized as a house of prayer . . . and a temple of intercession for all people.”

That’s a tall order. Humanly it is not possible. It is only because God wants it so that the newly professed nun can carry the world in her heart.

We human beings need symbols to remind us that we are not made for this world but, as St. Elizabeth Seton used to say, we are “children of eternity.”

Speaking of which, in keeping with the recently announced tri-diocesan merger of seminaries, the Seminary of the Immaculate Conception in Rockville Centre has celebrated its last ordination, today, as it brought 7 young men to diaconal ordination, in preparation for ordination to the priesthood, next year.

One new deacon is our friend Michael Duffy — I’m sorry, Deacon Michael Duffy — who recently wrote about his Seminary experience here at Patheos in “A Seedbed for Lifelong Growth”

God bless Sister Mary Magdalene and all of her community, and God Bless Michael and his fellow-new deacons, and all those discerning vocations to the priesthood, the religious life, marriage or the single life.

May the Immaculate Conception, who is beloved mother to surprising millions pray for more and more young people to hear the small, still voice.

Little Sisters with Big Grins

Deacon Greg Kandra recently highlighted a beautiful video of a Our Lady of the Stars, a small community of young men in France with Down Syndrome.

Also in France one will find The Little Sisters, Disciples of the Lamb, a monastic community:

The Institute of the Little Sisters Disciples of the Lamb, a contemplative vocation, offer young girls with Downs the possibilty of realising their religious vocation. This realisation is made possible only by the support of sisters without this disability, who have responded to a special call to consecrate themselves to God with their disabled sisters to form one community with them.

This video is not as beautiful as the other, but what crafty joy!

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October Gift: Renew Our Rosary Appreciation — UPDATED

The wonderful Dominican Nuns of the Monastery of Our Lady of the Rosary have produced this really lovely video to help us appreciate the Holy Rosary and to deepen our abilities to ponder the 15 fundamental mysteries they entail. I enjoyed it very much, especially the lovely soprano voices!

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UPDATE: The sisters did a quick adjustment to the video as they note here. It’s been updated here. Sister Emailer informs me that the first version was “elongated” which she didn’t exactly mind (hey, a girl likes to look tall and lean, even if she is a nun!) and the new version is in HD.

UPDATE II: Sarah Reinhard writes of the continual lessons of these repeated prayers

Kathryn Jean Lopez, Lepanto and More

Kathryn Jean Lopez and I recently commiserated with each other about how life as a writer/editor seems to translate into: “if you are awake, you’re working”. One need only look around the internet, or check the speaker’s schedule around the DC area and in New York to see how busy Lopez is, and yet she’s taken the time to contribute a piece to Patheos’ Book Club:

One of the saddest of sights, to me, is a locked door on a Catholic Church. Mercifully, I find them infrequently. And, all over the world—and all over this country—you can find open doors to the Blessed Sacrament at all hours.

Catholicism is an open door, and fittingly, that’s the image on Fr. Barron’s book cover. Welcome home. The light is on. It’s by the Blessed Sacrament during confession hours. There is mercy and sustenance here. There is everything you ever wanted or needed and everything you feel you don’t deserve. Christ thirsts for you. Go to Him.

It’s an open door that takes you into different corridors that ultimately all emanate from and lead to the Eucharist.

In her spare time, Lopez also managed, in anticipation of the Feast of Our Lady of the Holy Rosary to interview Sr. Mary Catharine, O.P, the Novice Mistress (and our dear friend) from The Monastery of Our Lady of the Rosary (aka the Seignadou Soap Sisters), and you’ll want to read it all, but here is an excerpt:

You and your sisters celebrated Rosary Sunday this past weekend. What was that all about, and why is it a different day than the feast this Friday on my Catholic calendar?

The feast of Our Lady of the Rosary was instituted by our Dominican brother Pope Pius V in 1571 in thanksgiving for the victory of the Battle of Lepanto, which pushed back the Muslim invaders. St. Pius V had called on all Catholics to intercede for victory through the prayer of the Rosary. Incidentally, until that time, the Hail Mary was only the first half of what we pray now. The rest was added about that time.

Pius V instituted the feast, first called Our Lady of Victories, on the first Sunday of October. Dominicans always kept it on that day in our calendar, even when the Church celebrated it on the 7th. Now, we celebrate Our Lady of the Rosary on the 7th. It’s the patronal feast of our monastery.

Shortly after we were founded in 1919, a group of lay women from Paterson, N.J., came on pilgrimage to honor Our Lady of the Rosary, and thus began the “Rosary Pilgrimages.” They grew and grew and, before World War II, there were as many as 30,000 who came for the big May pilgrimage. There were special buses and trains.

It’s really amazing because we were in a temporary monastery, not in the beautiful monastery we live in today. Nothing happened here, yet people came. We have a round stone chapel that was a shrine to Our Lady. People even experienced cures and left their crutches there. This grotto is now within the enclosure. Unfortunately, it needs a lot of repair, but the expenses are too great right now for us to be able to do it. Perhaps before our 100th anniversary it will be possible.

Actually the monastery is facing some serious repairs and is lacking in sufficient resources. Perhaps on this feast day of Our Lady those with special intentions or wishing to express thanksgiving might consider making a donation, as an offering to Our Lady for the benefit of these nuns so dedicated to praying for all of us.

Related:
Read Sr. Mary Catharine’s exceptionally lovely piece on the meaning of the Habit

Five Little Words

My column at First Things this week brings me back to a retreat experience that I am still processing and learning from:

How does one assist at adoration and not feel inclined to bash all anger, all fear, all frustration, temptation, hopelessness, upon the cross of Christ—which can bear all things—and simply consent; simply allow him to recreate, revive, restore to make everything, everything, new.

His majesty will do it; He will not wait to discuss all the ways you have failed him—there is time for that, an eternity for that, later. If you allow him to, if you let him in, he will change you, and bathe you in his immense tenderness. If you are laying in a gutter, like Eszterhas, you can call on him, trusting in the words of Isaiah 38:17: “ . . . you have saved me from the pit of destruction, when you cast behind your back, all of my sins.”

It is beyond all of our knowing, which is why—no matter how tempted we are in our increasingly polarized church to stand with the Pharisees—we cannot. We must, ultimately err on the side of mercy, because mercy is what we all seek, and leave justice to the One who may be trusted to know what that is.

The rest is here

Learning The Artist's Rule

I’m a sucker for wavy stripes; I find them restful. So when I saw the cover of Christine Valters Paintner’s The Artist’s Rule: Nurturing Your Creative Soul with Monastic Wisdom, I gave a little gasp of appreciation — okay, I stared at it in a kind of bliss for a while — and anticipated in those blurred, calming lines the message: more restful stuff within!

Well. . .yes and no. There’s a little treasure trove within the book, but how restful one finds it depends, ultimately, upon one’s disposition and how much one puts into this “nurturing of the creative soul” business.

As with pretty much everything in life, what you get back is a fair measure of what you put in (or out). But this book is worth putting something in; that would be effort.

Paintner, a Catholic spiritual director and Benedictine Oblate who writes here at Patheos over in the Progressive Christian Portal, is a beautiful writer. Her piece sharing her dog’s impact on her prayer life was a recent treat, and she has a lot of wisdom to impart on the practice of contemplative prayer, in all of its mysteries and occasional discomforts. Being an Oblate, myself — and sadly writing a great deal less than Christine on the subject of prayer, especially the Liturgy of the Hours, than I would like to — I am very grateful for her insights and instruction.

The Artist’s Rule is a twelve week “course” in healing, creative expression that builds on the wisdom and insights culled from monastic practices, and from the Rule of St. Benedict, which is fundamentally a guide to marking the passage of time — making it sacred, in prayer — and practicing holy mindfulness of the Presence of God (and therefore of Good) in the everyday. While I am not putting Paintner’s book on the same level as our Holy Father Benedict, it is very fair to say that her “Rule” gives a helpful assist.

I have written elsewhere about my difficulty with the Benedictine practice of Hospitality

Hospitality is a substantial part of being a Benedictine, and it is a confusing thing, for me. Once I get the people into my house, I like to serve them good food and wine; I like to laugh with them and share memories, and surprise them with little gifts. Sometimes I’m even sad to see them leave. But until the moment they’ve crossed that threshold, I am negative about the whole endeavor.

And this, I suppose, is the deeper, more hidden reason I am a Benedictine: because the God Who Knows what we need to work on supplies the therapeutic mechanism, in one way or another.

Conscious of this struggle, after reading the introduction and first chapter, I turned quickly to “Week Seven” and Paintner’s thoughts on Hospitality, which is deeply connected to the Benedictine disciplines of Conversion and Stability. There, I encountered a notion I’d suspected for a while — that difficulty in welcoming others as Christ is rooted in one’s difficulty in welcoming the Christ within oneself — but in Paintner’s gentle voice, this didn’t seem nearly as harsh as it has seemed in my own.

Paintner recognizes, and wants the reader to recognize, that our inner selves, our passions, fears, miseries and imaginings all exist and run amok as part and parcel of God’s gift. To make them welcome within us, and give them expression, is to greet them in Christ, accepting the whole imperfect self as a work-in-progress — both Christ’s progress and our own.

Not all are called to the arts, and I admit, Paintner’s encouragement to pick up paper, pastels or crayons and venture forth with the courage to create “bad art” left me remarkably unswayed; I have no gift in that area — why do you think I am so fond of wavy lines? Because I can’t draw a straight one! — and even with permission to produce “bad” art, I was happier to accept her invitation to try my hand at bad, if mindful, haiku and poetry.

Putting something in to the effort, I was rewarded with something better than I had any right to anticipate — a poem I can’t share (because it’s personal) but rather like, and Jesus and I have giggled over it in a very satisfying way.

Invest some time in The Artist’s Rule. The return will be worth it!

Read more about The Artist’s Rule at Patheos’ Book Club, and catch this interview with Christine Valters Paintner, too.