Fanning My Bright Red Sin

My latest column at The Catholic Answer is showing up about now, and as we’re in Holy Week, it’s a timely reminder that confession is good for the soul:

The memory still stings: there I was, age 7, the veteran of a splendidly moving and memorable first holy Communion and graced with an oddball love of the Sacrament of Confession in all of its velvet-curtained-sliding-screen ambiance, planning to steal a toy “ladies fan” from a candy store, simply to see if I could.

The fan was red, and I had always been — and still am — a sucker for all things red. It was airy, lacy and flamboyant, and I had the 10 cents the thing cost in my pocket.

But the toy display was on the other side of the cashier, and the devil was on my shoulder: “Take it,” he whispered. “I bet you could slip it into your pocket and no one would know.”

Petty theft, which I had never before aspired to, became suddenly a tantalizing challenge. And the fan was red. I took it. I cleverly slipped the thing into my sleeve and casually walked out the door. It was so easy. And so completely unsatisfying.

By the time I’d walked home, fanning myself all the way in a manner I was sure duplicated the graceful lines of a señorita, I had begun to feel a peculiar emptiness that was new, and throughout the day that feeling grew, until it threatened to become a black hole into which I could disappear. By eventide, I had thrown the fan away from me in disgust. It wasn’t mine; it was ill-gotten booty. I had sinned, and it was not good.

You can read the rest, here

And don’t forget to go to confession!

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Do Long Marriages Mean Better Presidents?

Two weeks ago, back on November 3, I noted that a long-standing and scandalous “legend” about Newt Gingrich was being refuted by his daughter:

We’ve all heard the story about how Newt Gingrich — heartless, horrible man — went to his cancer-stricken wife’s hospital bed and told her he wanted a divorce.

We heard it so often, we believed it. I admit, I believed it. Did you?

Of course, I was far from the first to notice; Doug Mataconis explored the story back in May of 2011, after Andrew Sullivan also noted Jackie Gingrich Cushman’s story:

It’s become both the butt of jokes and the reason for criticism that Newt Gingrich informed his first wife that he wanted a divorce while she was in the hospital being treated for cancer. Now, we have a first hand account from one of Gingrich’s daughters that this is untrue.

Still, as recently as three days ago — November 15 — the press was content to preserve the narrative:

Mr. Yepsen says voters aren’t likely to dwell on Gingrich’s past – though he is twice divorced, and left his first wife following her treatment for cancer. He left his second wife for a staff member who is now his third wife, Callista.

Gingrich’s daughter, recall, wrote:

Mom went to Emory University Hospital in Atlanta for surgery to remove a tumor. While she was there, Dad took my sister and me to see her . . .here’s what happened:

My mother and father were already in the process of getting a divorce, which she requested. Dad took my sister and me to the hospital to see our mother. She had undergone surgery the day before to remove a tumor [which was benign].

Today Hot Air notes that the mainstream media (or, at least The Washington Post), are finally acknowledging that the legend was, in fact, highly distorted:

Yet while the thrust of the story about his first divorce is not in dispute — Gingrich’s first wife, Jackie Battley, has said previously that the couple discussed their divorce while she was in the hospital in 1980 — other aspects of it appear to have been distorted through constant retelling.

Most significantly, Battley wasn’t dying at the time of the hospital visit; she is alive today. Nor was the divorce discussion in the hospital “a surprise” to Battley, as many accounts have contended. Battley, not Gingrich, had requested a divorce months earlier. . .Gingrich’s marriage to Battley had been troubled for many years before it dissolved 31 years ago, both parties have said.

The WaPo deserves some props for running this clarifying piece — albeit several months after Cushman’s public statement, and on a Saturday, the least-read day of the week. But while the salacious “legend” is now being somewhat beaten back, it’s worth asking the larger question: given the five-decade devolution of our cultural understanding of marriage should a long marriage or divorces really matter in our considerations of candidates?

Marriages end for many reasons, some of them completely unscandalous; it is the rare family that has not been touched by divorce, and it has always seemed to me to be no one’s business what has brought people to that point. Am I right in thinking that Ronald Reagan was our first “divorced president?” I don’t see how his divorce had anything to do with his character or his presidency.

For that matter, I can’t imagine any Republican suggesting that Bill and Hillary Clinton’s long marriage in any way validated their characters; I cannot imagine any Democrat pointing to the long marriage of George and Laura Bush as an indicator of leadership ability. Barack and Michelle Obama’s successful marriage speaks to nothing as regards competency.

Deciding on a presidential candidate on the basis of his or her marital status is more about validating one’s own values than making a careful assessment of a character’s strengths and weaknesses. None of us truly know why anyone else’s marriage ends, or for that matter, whether our own marriages may face future challenges, and how we’ll respond to them. For Christians, especially, the temptation to judge someone on the basis of their successful or unsuccessful marriages may be strong, but I wonder if it should be?

After all, we know how often we’ve needed to ask for the kiss of God’s mercy against our own wounding sins, and how grateful we have been to read Isaiah 38:17: you have saved me from the pit of destruction, when you cast behind your back, all of my sins.”

I don’t have any idea what Newt Gingrich’s marriages say about his character: perhaps something negative. I do not know what his reluctance to correct the record on a very damning story says about his character, either: perhaps something positive.

All I know is we’ve had plenty of long-married presidents whose performances in office have been less-than-stellar. My country is in way too much trouble for me to decide to give or withhold my vote based on that.

NY’s Tri-Diocesan Merger of Seminaries


(Photocredit Gregory A. Shemitz for The Long Island Catholic)

Patheos’ Future of Seminary Educationsymposium included some thoughts specific to Catholic Seminaries, but there was one issue I really wanted to write about and couldn’t because the timing was off — the truly historic Tri-Diocesan merger of three important seminaries in the New York area:

Archbishop Dolan and his brother bishops of the Diocese of Brooklyn and the Diocese of Rockville Centre Nov. 10 jointly signed a joint operating agreement creating a single program of priestly formation for their three dioceses at St. Joseph’s Seminary in Dunwoodie beginning in September 2012.

The bishops also announced the formation of a comprehensive new program for the ongoing theological and spiritual enrichment of priests and permanent deacons, and a centralization of lay ministry programs to support the New Evangelization.

“By embarking together on a single program of priestly formation, we three bishops have demonstrated our commitment to providing the best training and preparation we possibly can for our future priests,” said Archbishop Dolan in his remarks to the media at Immaculate Conception Seminary in Huntington the evening the agreement was signed.

They’re calling this the St. Charles Borromeo Inter-Diocesan Partnership in Spiritual and Theological Formation for Clergy, Religious and Laity, and it is an unusual move that addresses needs of both clergy and laity while “modeling diocesan co-operation” in a creative manner that I suspect we will see duplicated in other cities; the pooling of resources and talent can bring new vigor and fresh perspectives to issues that have previously seemed unaddressed and stagnant, simply because the church does tend to move slowly; this particular move has been in planning for several years.

In this case, St. Joseph’s Seminary, (the seminary also known as “Dunwoodie” which was visited by the Holy Father during his 2008 swing through New York) will become the single seminary for priestly formation for Brooklyn, Manhattan and Long Island, while the Seminary in Douglaston, Queens will provide instruction on the college and pretheology levels and the Island’s Immaculate Conception Seminary will:

. . . be home to a new institute dedicated to the ongoing spiritual and pastoral formation of priests. The Sacred Heart Institute for the Ongoing Formation of Clergy will have regular programs of theological and spiritual enrichment for priests and permanent deacons and will also include the new Verbum Domini (Word of the Lord) Preaching Institute, as well as formation programs for international priests and special workshops for new priests.

The seminary in Huntington will also have formation programs for the laity and a retreat center to prepare lay people to be active participants in Church life.

Distance learning will be part of all of that, which is exciting for me — I’ve been thinking of going for theology degree, and that will make me happy, because I always get lost, leaving Immaculate Conception, and if I can study from home, I’d rather!

From CNS:

The agreement effectively merges two major seminaries currently operating in Yonkers and Huntington. The new graduate program also will serve candidates from other dioceses and religious orders in the United States and overseas. “We realized that by combining our resources and bringing together the best of our respective institutions, we would be able to provide the best seminary formation that we possibly could,” Archbishop Dolan said. “It’s what our future priests deserve, and it’s what our people deserve.”

Archbishop Dolan estimated there would be 100 seminarians at St. Joseph’s in the fall term. There are now approximately 90 men studying at St. Joseph’s and Immaculate Conception. Most are preparing for service in the three dioceses, but St. Joseph’s also trains candidates for the Franciscan Friars of the Renewal and Immaculate Conception has students from the dioceses of Rochester and Syracuse, N.Y., and Scranton, Pa.

Our own Dr. Pat McNamara is a Professor at Dunwoodie, and our friend Michael Duffy, who as a seminarian has written twice for us here at Patheos, will be ordained a transitional deacon next month out of the Huntington Seminary and made a priest next June!

And all of this strikes me as a good time to re-read Pat Gohn’s excellent “How to Grow a Priest”


Related:
Diocese of Rockville Center: Press Release

Exquisite and Excruciating

There is a great scene in A League of Their Own: Tom Hanks is railing at Geena Davis for quitting the Women’s Baseball League just when they need her the most.

“It got too hard,” Davis says.

“Of course it’s hard; that’s what makes it great!” Hanks responds.

For most writers, opening up a wound and pouring it out for a reader is a very difficult thing. It’s easy to opine, and it is easy to instruct when the opinions and the instructions are culled from our brains and our passions, and cost us nothing.

But when it costs us something, that’s when a piece really makes a mark; it is when greatness gets tapped.

Pondering the notion proffered by Pat Robertson — that one may divorce a spouse with Alzheimers (which will just help people justify divorce for lesser “medical” considerations) — Pat Gohn writes what she knows; she invites us in to a profoundly personal moment in her marriage, and takes it from there:

My un-bandaged body after breast cancer certainly made for some interesting pillow talk between my husband and myself.

Going into the crisis long ago, we barely considered what it would mean for our love. But when I was done with all the treatment, the question lingered unspoken in the air — what would our marriage look like? Stranger still, what would it feel like?

I knew he loved me before all the surgeries. Fourteen happy years and three children assured me of that. But we had never really, really been tested by the experience of heartache, loss and fear that a cancer diagnosis brings.

In the aftermath, I could not begin to fathom what our intimate moments might be like, now that I had been surgically taken apart and permanently altered.

Yeah. It’s hard. That’s what makes it great.

You’ll want to read the whole thing.

Anointing – Not Just for the Dying

A few weeks ago Sr. Mary Ann Walsh gave us 10 Good Reasons to Go to Confession (and they were good ‘uns, too!).

Today Sister gives us a brief ten-point look at what many call the most misunderstood of the sacraments:

The Sacrament of the Sick may be the most misunderstood of the seven sacraments, probably because of its informal name from years past, “Last Rites.” When you hear “Last Rites’ you see a movie scene of a somber priest who made it just in time standing beside someone gasping his last breath. It’s scary.

However, the Sacrament of the Sick is not just the emergency sacrament, though the dying should not hesitate to call a priest. Contemporary theology suggests more emphasis on sick than dying. It also stresses spiritual, psychological and emotional consolation as well as health in mind and body. It’s appropriate before someone goes into the hospital for surgery, for example. It is for serious illness, but not just when one is in the throes of one. It can be administered at the onset of illness or when the elderly indicate failing health.

Here are some suggestions for understanding the sacrament:

1. Concentrate on what it is, a sacrament to offer comfort not to foreshadow the grim reaper. Pope Benedict XVI spoke most humanly when he said that this sacrament that emphasizes “God’s unlimited goodness, must first of all bring healing to broken hearts.”

2. Make it a community experience. Even if the sacrament is administered somewhere other than at a service at church, others, such as family and friends, can be present. Allow those present to be part of the ceremony, offering some way to connect those present in their prayer for the sick person. Common prayer comforts everyone. Knowing people are praying with you and for you is a source of strength.

You’ll want to read it all. Sister is very right about community, as I shared here about my own anointing a few years back.

Sacramental Joy of the Priesthood and of Vows

Via New Advent, Msgr. Charles Pope gives a glimpse of the joy he finds in his priesthood, particularly in conferring sacraments among the faithful — worshiping with them, communing with them, receiving them, anointing them. It is a look at one day in his life, an atypical one, surely, which also happened to include his own birthday celebration. His pleasure in all of it, his gratitude for the ability to confer these sacramental gifts, is evident in every word as he describes a day that brought four Eucharistic masses, heard confessions, performed two marriages, a baptism, a confirmation and an anointing:

Well, there you have it. My gift in a “strange package,” a sacramental six-pack, every sacrament I can possibly celebrate. It was a bone-crusher of a day but God is so good. I don’t suppose a priest could have any better gift that to be reminded so powerfully of his purpose on the eve of his 50th birthday.

But God knows me well enough to realize that he had to send a prophet to decode it all for me, just to make sure I got it. It came on Sunday afternoon, the evening of my birthday. Two of the Sisters came from the Convent presented me with a cake and sang happy birthday.

Innocently they asked me how my birthday weekend had gone. “Do you have a few minutes Sisters?” I said. And I told them the whole story.

One of them looked at me and said, “Do you see what God was saying to you on your 50th birthday? He was saying, ‘This is why I created you.’”

Yes, that is what he was saying alright. And it was the best gift I could have received.

A priest lives not to himself, but for the life of the Body of Christ, which he feeds and serves within community. Thank you, Msgr. Pope, for your faithful, daily willingness to live outside of yourself, for consenting to live outside of yourself, wholly for Christ, to the purpose for which you were created.

Along similar lines, as we approach the season of clothings and professions and vows, Sr. Lisa Doty shares the remembrance of her own solemn profession and the words she wrote then:

One of the most important things I have learned in all my years of preparation for my final vows was that despite my sin – doing the things I don’t want – God continues to love me. Our humanity is so used to judging people based on what they do, or in religious circles, how good one is. My experience of God has taught me that despite my weakness, my failure, my small capacity to love as Jesus loves, Christ still loves me and desires me to belong fully to Him. I have found that I will never be perfect or worthy to belong to Christ Himself; but I have also found that God wants me anyway. He takes me as I am and I find that it is His love that perfects me. And slowly, with His grace which flows always through the Sacraments, I am being transformed to be more like Him and more able to love like He loves. This new awareness has prepared me to choose a life of belonging to the One who is Love, with a desire to live my life so to make Him known.


Thanks, too, to Sr. Lisa,
for her faithfulness.

And now, go take a look at the exquisitely lovely and touching ceremony of a young Passionist Nun making her first vows — the Passionist Rite is very different from most monastic ceremonies, and the pictures are gorgeous, as is Sr. Rose Marie, who is radiant in the great joy of her obedience. I don’t have permission to use any of them, so do check it out!

Meeting Him on the Mt. of Olives

. . . let us spread before his feet, not garments or soulless olive branches, which delight the eye for a few hours and then wither, but ourselves, clothed in his grace, or rather, clothed completely in him. We who have been baptized into Christ must ourselves be the garments that we spread before him. Now that the crimson stains of our sins have been washed away in the saving waters of baptism and we have become white as pure wool, let us present the conqueror of death, not with mere branches of palms but with the real rewards of his victory. Let our souls take the place of the welcoming branches as we join today in the children’s holy song: Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Blessed is the king of Israel.”
– From a sermon by Saint Andrew of Crete, bishop
(Office of Readings)

I can’t read that without thinking, “I’ve gotta get to confession, for Easter.” I want to meet him as a welcoming branch.

Tomorrow, in New York and in many areas around the nation, confession is being offered “all day,” from parish-to-parish. It’s a powerful release, and a force for grace.

Over at Brutally Honest, Rick Rice and his wife — have recently been fully received into the church — discover weightlessness:

The missus and I attended our first Lenten Penance Service, in fact our first Penance Service ever, last night as our Catholic journey continues and though our wait for Reconciliation was admittedly a tad long, it was worth it. And I’ve got to believe the vast majority of those who waited thought the same.

Take the man who stood the entire time in line (while the rest of us sat in chairs in the waiting area). He seemed nervous… even a tad on the distraught side… and was mumbling the entire time… I’m sure he was actually praying given the setting but it looked like mumbling as the man’s lips seemed to be in perpetual motion… I’m certain he left weighing less than he did when he walked in.
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Or the man whose sons used to play baseball with my sons more than a decade ago… a man who kneeled a number of rows in front of us for what seemed to be a very long time after his confession… a man I’m sure was recovering before my very eyes from that which can also be physically burdensome… I’m certain he left weighing less than he did when he walked in.

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Related:
“What is the Catholic Church?”

What to expect from secular media in Holy Week

And Fr. Jonathan Morris: “God wants us to be happy.”

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