Sunday, April 28, 2013


As April ends I’m looking back at the month in awe of all who have blessed us with their presence.  We've had 8th grade graduating retreats, high school graduation retreats, and and Faculty retreats.  We had a senior retreat (as in seasoned adults) which focused on novelist E. M. Forster ‘s book Hope For The Flowers.   In it Foster says “ We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for me.” Using the paradigm of the metamorphosis of a butterfly, Sr. Clare D’Auria invited all, during this Easter season, to reflect on our own aging process as the kind of real diminishment that is also the necessary prelude to transformation into Christ and the only way through which we can journey toward the true freedom that is resurrected life.  
We had a Secular Franciscan Weekend Retreat on the Franciscan Theological Tradition focusing fully on God’s Extravagant Love as the fountain-fullness that overshadows all we do and all we are.   While this retreat was going on we also hosted a diocesan sponsored program for the deaf community.  The liturgy for that Sunday was prepared and executed by the deaf community of the diocese of Philadelphia.  At that liturgy all of us understood in a very real way what it means to not understand the nuances of what is occurring.  We were the outsiders and the 100 members of the deaf community were the insiders.  And although we had a narrator for those of us who could hear it laws an off-stage sort of hearing that left us feeling like “outsiders” for whom an adjust was being made.  All the readings and the homily were signed.  The celebrant was himself deaf and so the entire Eucharistic Prayer was signed.  At the homily Father (in sign of course) told a story about his family experiencing a joyous gathering where there were funny lines that he couldn't get.  He asked them to tell him what was happening but in their excitement they told him they’d tell him later but when later came they couldn't remember the lines and so he felt like he missed an important sharing.  As he explained I couldn't help to feel the loneliness and the ache such an experience must bring and then I looked at my own sense of feeling “outside” at a liturgy in my own motherhouse.  It was good for me to be there; it taught us a lot about the need to reach out to all and make them feel a part of all whenever it is possible.
We also had a day focused on the Spiritual Energy of Teilhard de Chardin, a day where God’s divine milieu was visible as we focused on the energy of love tangible in our universe and a day where we were invited to co-create the future with the Cosmic Christ who is the Omega point calling us into the future filled with extravagant love.

This week we had two well published speakers:  Margaret Silf and Edwina Gately.  Margaret Silf gave a professional day for Spiritual Directors and an evening presentation focused on Simple Faith:  Faith in the Future.   Although her faith journey has been shaped by Jesuit Spirituality, like Pope Francis and Teilhard de Chardin, you could see a Franciscan heart deep within.  In times of unprecedented flux and transition, in which many of our old certainties are breaking down, by using vignettes, she showed where God is being experienced and how we can trust that breakdown (like the cross) can become a breakthrough (a resurrection experience).  In the evening program she told us the word “faith” implies certainty and security.  But the Christian vision, as lived by Jesus of Nazareth, is never about certainty, but mystery; not about security but about risk.  Are we looking for certainty or are we ready to embrace mystery and risk?
Edwina Gately joined us for a weekend entitled Mothers, Sisters, Daughters:  Standing on the Shoulders.  During this weekend retreat, Edwina shared stories and poetry about women from different walks of life around the globe who have made a difference in the world.  We entered the lives of some amazing women–both living and dead–environmentalists, poets, politicians, mystics, social activists, women in Scripture, martyrs and even some unknown women whose witness, courage and faithfulness will inspire and guide us on our own journeys.  At the end, as the participants celebrated their own stories and possibilities they realized they stand on the shoulders of these modern prophets and valiant women.
Finally on the last weekend we hosted two groups:  The Elam Mthodist Community Women's Day Retreat and  the Visitation Marianist State community weekend retreat.  Both groups blessed us by their presence.  Their energy, their spirit, their charism,  support, and their joy filled the air.  Although their programs were fully packed they found time to enjoy a perfect spring weekend on our grounds.  Everything was in full bloom when they came so I think nature was celebrating their time with us as well
And of course this month included our regular Yoga, Tai Chi, and Focusing series and our Women’s Salon group.  This month they focused on Gratitude and left with hands full of gratitude seeds, gratitude rocks, and most importantly, a grateful heart.
The really cool part is that we get to have even more surprises as we begin the month of May.  Life is not dull in the Franciscan Spiritual Center.  Come and visit us and, if you don’t have the time, then we hope that you will be nourished by some of the “online spirituality” on our website (www.fscaston.org)

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Practice Resurrection



In an Easter Reflection a Loretto Sister introduced me to Wendell Berry’s Poem, Manifesto:  The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.  The last line of the poem says “Practice Resurrection”.  Her reflection was powerful but it created  all sorts of energy in my heart about what it means to “Practice Resurrection”.   So here are my musings:

 Practice Resurrection

Walking forth from the death within us
we know life in a new way
a joyous, grateful, more powerful way
but the getting there isn’t all that easy.
There is the choosing life
that happens each morning
with each foot touching the floor with the words Thank You.
There is the staying in the present moment
when we’re yearning inside to cling to a more comfortable
“the way it’s always been”.
There is the claiming victory
taught to us by Jesus, the Christ,
on one amazing Sunday morning
but also each day we allow this Jesus
to live and rise within our heart.
 Each time we truly allow ourselves
to encounter a brother or sister we practice resurrection,
each time we affirm another,
put another’s interest above our own
or even walk gently along side someone
for whom there is much pain,
in each of these moments we
practice resurrection.
Walking in the rain was glamorized in Hollywood movies
but often the rain is hard and
we feel wet and cold
wanting the warmth of our own home.
But, if we’re willing to look another in the eye and say
“I have no umbrella
but may I walk with you,”
we practice resurrection.
The daily rising to our better self
to a more compassionate and loving heart
is, for me,  what it really means
to practice resurrection
but I’d still like to know
what was in Wendell Berry’s heart
as he wrote those words..