"How are we each like the man with the withered hand?"
It was seventh period and my students were, as usual, talkative and eager to laugh with their fellow students. We are in the midst of learning about the Gospel of Mark and today found us reviewing the story of the man with the withered hand.
One of the goals I have for my Scripture classes is to convince them that this is the Living Word of God and that it should be impacting their lives now. I tell them that Jesus desires to speak to each of us, today, in this very moment, through events that happened and were written about a couple thousand years ago.
"How are we each like the man with the withered hand?"
It was a rhetorical question and I continued on with one of my little preaching sessions. The man had a disfigured hand and yet Jesus asked the man to come before the crowd of people and stretch out his hand. This requires a deep trust that Jesus will be gentle and that He can heal. The part that the man most wanted to hide from other people, Jesus was asking the man to openly show to Him.
The words seemed to flow naturally from my mouth as I asked them to consider what part of them Jesus desires to heal.
"Perhaps you don't have physical disabilities. Jesus wants to provide emotional, spiritual, mental healing. What if Jesus called you in front of the crowd and asked you, "How is your relationship with your mom?" Or if He asked you, "How did you feel when your friend betrayed you?" Jesus wants to come to you in the midst of your brokenness and heal you. Christ desires complete wholeness for us."
As I said these words, I was looking at them and their solemn little faces spoke of hurts that I will never know or understand. Faces that a few minutes before were laughing, now would quickly drop their eyes when mine would rest on their face. I told them that Jesus desires to heal them. That whatever part of them they most want to hide from Jesus, is the place He most wants to come.
It was, I believe, a moment of the Holy Spirit working through me. The room had a stillness to it that revealed an attentiveness that went beyond the typical atmosphere for notes or theological discussions. I could feel the weight of the room and the weight of the Holy Spirit. In the momentary pause before I continued on with notes, I thought briefly, "I love talking about healing." It was never something I had thought before, but I knew it to be true. There is a certain life that fills me when I am able to speak about the transforming effect that Christ desires to have on us.
How does Jesus desire to heal your withered hand today? Let's let Him do it. Amen. Amen.
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Tuesday, December 3, 2013
One Little Success for the Holy Spirit
It is the little things that seem to make a world of difference. I remember reading a quote by a saint that essentially critiqued the readers for allowing their emotions to control them so much. That we allow ourselves to become unduly happy when things go well and inordinately depressed when things go badly. Instead, we are to remain more constant, trusting everything to the Lord.
I do not do that very well. Nevertheless, today is one of those days that I am perhaps unduly happy. I'll take it. There were a couple moments today that I felt a beautiful joy. The simple thing of placing in the classroom another tissue box decorated by a student in a Theological theme. Silly, perhaps. I just loved the idea that even my tissue boxes are decorated with Scripture and pictures of saints. The little things.
Today I felt elated as I won a victory when I didn't even know I was in a battle. A couple weeks ago I was perusing an online Catholic bookstore. I love books. I love to buy books. I wish I could buy more books. I saw that Delivered was being sold, a book that gives testimonies of people who have fought and conquered, with God's grace, an addiction to pornography. I looked at the cover, read a snippet of the book, and was intrigued. The price was $8-9 for one copy. However, one could purchase 20 books at only $2 per book. I love a good deal. Good deals and good books make one of the most irresistible combinations.
Trish, do you really need 20 copies of a book you have never even read? I was just about to say "No" when I felt something within that told me to just buy them. So I did. And then I impatiently waited 2 weeks for them to arrive at my doorstep. Last night I opened the box, took off the plastic wrap from one of the books, and began to read through it. I didn't read the whole book, but I read a few of the stories and I was taken. I don't know much about pornography. In many ways it seems like it is in a different world than I am in. I know this crisis affects me because it affects people I interact with, but I don't typically think of pornography on a daily or weekly basis.
The problem that remained was how would I get them into the hands of my students. I could have the most life-changing book but unless they were reading it, it wouldn't make a difference. So I did what any self-respecting teacher would do. I offered them extra credit. The good sign was that neither class asked how much extra credit. All they have to do is read one of the stories (10-15 pages) and write two paragraphs--one summarizing the story and another speaking about pornography and the effect it has on the world, what they think of it, or other problems that go along with pornography addiction.
Nine students from each class took the book and I was thrilled. Just having it in their hands is a success I am willing to celebrate. My hope is that the one story they have to read for extra credit will turn into curiosity about the other stories. Maybe they will tell another classmate or someone in another class about the book and lend it to them. The possibilities are endless!
This is a rather small thing considering that maybe none of them will actually follow through. Yet it seems like a triumph to me. I will take that triumph, minuscule though it may be, because victories do not come often or easily in this battlefield. So perhaps the Holy Spirit is doing something great through these little books that my students are being bribed to read.
Now who says that buying an excessive number of books is a bad thing?
(Purchase your own copy of Delivered and spread the truth! http://shop.catholic.com/catalog/product/view/id/2364/category/44/)
UPDATE:
After the first day, I am still running on excitement. One of my students spoke to me after class about something and as I was looking for a paper he quietly asked about the book and how I found it. I told him I received an e-mail from a place advertising the book and I just decided to buy 20 copies. Quietly he told me that he wished he had the book 5 years ago. It took a moment but what he was telling me finally sank in. He told me he plans to read the whole book. Deo gratias! Keep going, Holy Spirit, keep going!
I do not do that very well. Nevertheless, today is one of those days that I am perhaps unduly happy. I'll take it. There were a couple moments today that I felt a beautiful joy. The simple thing of placing in the classroom another tissue box decorated by a student in a Theological theme. Silly, perhaps. I just loved the idea that even my tissue boxes are decorated with Scripture and pictures of saints. The little things.
Today I felt elated as I won a victory when I didn't even know I was in a battle. A couple weeks ago I was perusing an online Catholic bookstore. I love books. I love to buy books. I wish I could buy more books. I saw that Delivered was being sold, a book that gives testimonies of people who have fought and conquered, with God's grace, an addiction to pornography. I looked at the cover, read a snippet of the book, and was intrigued. The price was $8-9 for one copy. However, one could purchase 20 books at only $2 per book. I love a good deal. Good deals and good books make one of the most irresistible combinations.
Trish, do you really need 20 copies of a book you have never even read? I was just about to say "No" when I felt something within that told me to just buy them. So I did. And then I impatiently waited 2 weeks for them to arrive at my doorstep. Last night I opened the box, took off the plastic wrap from one of the books, and began to read through it. I didn't read the whole book, but I read a few of the stories and I was taken. I don't know much about pornography. In many ways it seems like it is in a different world than I am in. I know this crisis affects me because it affects people I interact with, but I don't typically think of pornography on a daily or weekly basis.
The problem that remained was how would I get them into the hands of my students. I could have the most life-changing book but unless they were reading it, it wouldn't make a difference. So I did what any self-respecting teacher would do. I offered them extra credit. The good sign was that neither class asked how much extra credit. All they have to do is read one of the stories (10-15 pages) and write two paragraphs--one summarizing the story and another speaking about pornography and the effect it has on the world, what they think of it, or other problems that go along with pornography addiction.
Nine students from each class took the book and I was thrilled. Just having it in their hands is a success I am willing to celebrate. My hope is that the one story they have to read for extra credit will turn into curiosity about the other stories. Maybe they will tell another classmate or someone in another class about the book and lend it to them. The possibilities are endless!
This is a rather small thing considering that maybe none of them will actually follow through. Yet it seems like a triumph to me. I will take that triumph, minuscule though it may be, because victories do not come often or easily in this battlefield. So perhaps the Holy Spirit is doing something great through these little books that my students are being bribed to read.
Now who says that buying an excessive number of books is a bad thing?
(Purchase your own copy of Delivered and spread the truth! http://shop.catholic.com/catalog/product/view/id/2364/category/44/)
UPDATE:
After the first day, I am still running on excitement. One of my students spoke to me after class about something and as I was looking for a paper he quietly asked about the book and how I found it. I told him I received an e-mail from a place advertising the book and I just decided to buy 20 copies. Quietly he told me that he wished he had the book 5 years ago. It took a moment but what he was telling me finally sank in. He told me he plans to read the whole book. Deo gratias! Keep going, Holy Spirit, keep going!
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Heaven is like a Symphony
I don't quite recall how we got on the topic, but I was talking to my first period class about how we will experience Heaven differently. My reference was to the idea that Heaven will be experienced as deeply as we allow Christ into our lives now. To be sure, Heaven will be fantastic, beyond anything that I can imagine. When we get there (if we get there) we won't be comparing our Heaven and wanting somebody else's Heaven.
One of the students didn't understand what I was saying. How could we experience Heaven differently? Will we each have our own Heaven? It was about this point in time that I wondered why I brought this topic up, since it didn't have a lot of bearing on the subject at hand.
Then the Holy Spirit (He gets the credit/blame, anyhow) provided the perfect analogy for me in the situation.
"Heaven is like a symphony." I said it and I liked it, the richness of a symphony and the depth of Heaven. I went on to briefly explain that we could all go to the same symphony but some of us would appreciate it more. Perhaps someone knows more about music and they would be able to understand and love aspects of the symphony that others might not notice. We are all at the same symphony, but we are able to experience it in different ways.
His face seemed to lighten in understanding. I, on the other hand, was particularly pleased with this off the cuff analogy. However, I know it had little to do with me...
The Lord provides. Thank the Lord He provides!
One of the students didn't understand what I was saying. How could we experience Heaven differently? Will we each have our own Heaven? It was about this point in time that I wondered why I brought this topic up, since it didn't have a lot of bearing on the subject at hand.
Then the Holy Spirit (He gets the credit/blame, anyhow) provided the perfect analogy for me in the situation.
"Heaven is like a symphony." I said it and I liked it, the richness of a symphony and the depth of Heaven. I went on to briefly explain that we could all go to the same symphony but some of us would appreciate it more. Perhaps someone knows more about music and they would be able to understand and love aspects of the symphony that others might not notice. We are all at the same symphony, but we are able to experience it in different ways.
His face seemed to lighten in understanding. I, on the other hand, was particularly pleased with this off the cuff analogy. However, I know it had little to do with me...
The Lord provides. Thank the Lord He provides!
Friday, August 23, 2013
Teach through me, O Holy Spirit...
August 21, 2013
My second year of teaching has begun and I am peddling my way through the first week. It is a long and arduous task to jump back into teaching. However, my dad is quick to remind me (and therefore not sympathize with me) that I had the entire summer to do nothing. After last year, I believe teachers deserve that. Yes, of course I would say that.
I just wanted to quickly share a little blessing from today. This year I'm starting each class with some personal prayer time for my students. The idea is for it to be a transition time from other classes and help them focus on how this is different than the rest of their day. Today my sophomores prayed with St. Augustine's prayer to the Holy Spirit.
My second Scripture class spent some time praying with it and they seemed to be pretty still. I asked how many of them liked the quiet, expecting them to respond negatively. The majority of the class raised their hand and said they liked the quiet. Taking another brief poll, I asked if many had a line that jumped out at them or if they just picked what they liked best. Again a majority said one line seemed to jump out at them. I asked for a couple to share what line they had prayed with and the first person shared that they chose the first line but that they didn't get it really. That was the line I had prayed with and so I was eager to share what I had thought about. I asked them to close their eyes if they wanted and to concentrate on their breathing. I let a couple seconds pass and because my eyes were closed I didn't know if anyone was complying or if they were staring at the crazy lady in the front of the classroom. Then I told them to think about each breath in as though they were breathing in the Holy Spirit. And to consider that the Holy Spirit was sanctifying their thoughts and everything within them. Just a few more seconds passed before we continued with class but for me it was a beautiful moment.
Despite what I am often led to think, the youth have depth and desires that can be surprising. It was a reminder that the Holy Spirit can lead and guide far better than I can. Thank You, Lord, for little blessing, for giving me hope, and for reminding me that if I simply bring them to You, that You will take care of the rest.
Come, Holy Spirit.....
My second year of teaching has begun and I am peddling my way through the first week. It is a long and arduous task to jump back into teaching. However, my dad is quick to remind me (and therefore not sympathize with me) that I had the entire summer to do nothing. After last year, I believe teachers deserve that. Yes, of course I would say that.
I just wanted to quickly share a little blessing from today. This year I'm starting each class with some personal prayer time for my students. The idea is for it to be a transition time from other classes and help them focus on how this is different than the rest of their day. Today my sophomores prayed with St. Augustine's prayer to the Holy Spirit.
Breathe in me, O Holy Spirit, that my thoughts may all be holy. Act in me, O Holy Spirit, that my work, too, may be holy.I asked them to spend some time reading through it and then to find a line that jumped out to them or that they liked and sit with it for a while. I encouraged them to close their eyes and pray with the line, meditating on what they are asking the Holy Spirit to do in that line. My first class did it well enough but my second class really took it home. As I write this I consider that being a high school teacher has taught me to count the little victories.
Draw my heart, O Holy Spirit, that I love but what is holy.
Strengthen me, O Holy Spirit, to defend all that is holy.
Guard me, then, O Holy Spirit, that I always may be holy.
Amen.
My second Scripture class spent some time praying with it and they seemed to be pretty still. I asked how many of them liked the quiet, expecting them to respond negatively. The majority of the class raised their hand and said they liked the quiet. Taking another brief poll, I asked if many had a line that jumped out at them or if they just picked what they liked best. Again a majority said one line seemed to jump out at them. I asked for a couple to share what line they had prayed with and the first person shared that they chose the first line but that they didn't get it really. That was the line I had prayed with and so I was eager to share what I had thought about. I asked them to close their eyes if they wanted and to concentrate on their breathing. I let a couple seconds pass and because my eyes were closed I didn't know if anyone was complying or if they were staring at the crazy lady in the front of the classroom. Then I told them to think about each breath in as though they were breathing in the Holy Spirit. And to consider that the Holy Spirit was sanctifying their thoughts and everything within them. Just a few more seconds passed before we continued with class but for me it was a beautiful moment.
Despite what I am often led to think, the youth have depth and desires that can be surprising. It was a reminder that the Holy Spirit can lead and guide far better than I can. Thank You, Lord, for little blessing, for giving me hope, and for reminding me that if I simply bring them to You, that You will take care of the rest.
Come, Holy Spirit.....
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Mild Profundity
A couple mildly profound thoughts that I have had today through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit.
Driving into work I was praying and the Lord brought a prayer to my lips that I didn't understand until I had said it. "Lord, bring about a deeper conversion at my school, beginning with my own heart." I prayed that and then just sat there thinking, "Whoa." What if I actually lived that out?
Great, I forgot the other one. But something else I was reminded of was that we never know the hearts of everyone around us. Many have secret burdens that we cannot know about by looking at them. Yet if we love each person as if they are Christ, then we can't go wrong. Therein lies the task. Let's get to it, Christian soldiers. Go be Christ's hands and feet. And I'll see you in the Eucharist.
P.S. I remembered my other "profound" thought. I was stopped at a red light and as it turned green a firetruck with its lights on came from behind. It got in the opposing lane and went around us. Since my dad was a firefighter for so many years I have a fond place in my heart for them. However, this time I was thinking about how beautiful it was that everyone stopped and waited for the truck to pass. It was as if for a moment we were all in one accord and realized, if only briefly, that someone else was more important than ourselves. Our mad rush to whatever location was placed to the side as we watched others race to the aid of those in need. It was a small but great moment for humanity.
Driving into work I was praying and the Lord brought a prayer to my lips that I didn't understand until I had said it. "Lord, bring about a deeper conversion at my school, beginning with my own heart." I prayed that and then just sat there thinking, "Whoa." What if I actually lived that out?
Great, I forgot the other one. But something else I was reminded of was that we never know the hearts of everyone around us. Many have secret burdens that we cannot know about by looking at them. Yet if we love each person as if they are Christ, then we can't go wrong. Therein lies the task. Let's get to it, Christian soldiers. Go be Christ's hands and feet. And I'll see you in the Eucharist.
P.S. I remembered my other "profound" thought. I was stopped at a red light and as it turned green a firetruck with its lights on came from behind. It got in the opposing lane and went around us. Since my dad was a firefighter for so many years I have a fond place in my heart for them. However, this time I was thinking about how beautiful it was that everyone stopped and waited for the truck to pass. It was as if for a moment we were all in one accord and realized, if only briefly, that someone else was more important than ourselves. Our mad rush to whatever location was placed to the side as we watched others race to the aid of those in need. It was a small but great moment for humanity.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Papa Francesco
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| His Holiness Pope Francis |
"Francis, rebuild my Church which is falling into ruins."
Perhaps Our Lord spoke these same words to the new pope as he accepted a new cross to be embraced for the sake of the world. I do not know this pope but I love him already. Pope Francis. Simple and humble--his few moments of publicity have merely seemed to reconfirm that image. Sometimes I am amazed by my love for the Church. I do not think this love is even enough, but it causes my heart to reach out in faith and love to a man I have never met but one for whom I already feel an attachment. My students, upon seeing a picture of the pope, gave a dissatisfied sound. Their thoughts probably centered on disappointment that the pope seemed to be old. How little they know! This Vicar of Christ will do great things. He knows that he cannot do it on his own. He desires for us to pray for him. Before blessing the crowd, Pope Francis invited the people to pray for their new leader. Re-watching the clip at home I was moved to tears. This morning I was asking the Lord to end this week, this school year because I was finished and tired. We received a beautiful new pope and I felt suddenly re-energized!The media will attempt to destroy him over the next few days and weeks. Lies will circulate and they will try to poison the minds of the public. And in many ways, it will sadly work. But I cannot forget the sight of thousands of people waiting in the square for the white smoke to rise, signaling the start of a new papacy. The youth were present and filled with such joy. That is what the media cannot disguise. Such pure joy emanated from St. Peter's Square as the billowing smoke proclaimed that a new Shepherd had been chosen. In my classroom miles away from Rome, I could feel the energy and life of the Catholic Church as depicted on the livestream video. I wasn't trying to be dramatic but my students could see my joy. It was tangible. That is the hope of the Church. We have joy!! Yes, I am a young woman. Yes, I love the Church. Perhaps the media is right--there aren't too many people who are like-minded. But the joy of the Lord is our strength. And Truth is with us! Over the past few days I have come across a few articles mocking and belittling the "new evangelization" saying that it will never work because the Church can never win back the people. Apparently God thinks otherwise. This Church, as evidenced by the mass of people, by the sheer joy of Catholics around the globe, by her steadfastness and courage, is not dead. She is very much alive.
The Church does not look like the world wants Her to look. I hear my students speak of the old-fashioned aspects of the Church and how She needs to catch up to the rest of society. I love Her. Her beauty is beyond comprehension and Her depths are unable to be plumbed. She is my mother, truly. And today the princes of the Church entrusted Her to a cardinal from Argentina. This pope is humble and knows he cannot do all that is being asked of him. So he asks for our prayers and then will entrust the Church to Our Lady tomorrow. The Lord does not fail. Pope Francis will be persecuted, to be sure. We will be persecuted if we truly embrace a Christian life. Church Militant, let us enfold our already beloved Pope Francis in prayers. How little my problems seem when I think of the task that now lies before this man. He will lead the Church on earth and I have simply to teach a few teenagers about a God and Church I deeply love. Come, Holy Spirit, overflow on Pope Francis. May he rebuild your beautiful Church and show us the pathway to Heaven.
Deo Gratias!
"Thank you, my God, for placing in my heart such a love for the pope." --St. Josemaria Escriva
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Veni, Sancte Spiritus
There are times when I am teaching and I realize that the different experiences I have had in my life have greatly shaped what and how I teach. The other day we were talking about the baptism of Jesus in the Jordan River and the descent of the Holy Spirit. This naturally led to thinking about different places in the Bible where the Spirit has descended. Pentecost was one of the first answers--probably because it is the most used example and because most of my sophomores are going through Confirmation right now.
Whenever I speak about the Holy Spirit I think of one of my friends from college and how they would laugh at me now. My time in college greatly changed my relationship with the Holy Spirit. There is still much work to be done but I would never have had the conversation I had with my students if not for different people in my life. I told one of my classes that what happened at Pentecost still happens today. That people actually do speak in different languages and that people are still being healed. My example of people speaking in different languages didn't seem to impact them but when I told a story of someone I knew who was healed, that was an altogether different story.
"You know her?"
"Yes." I went on to tell them that I was pretty good friends with this person.
"Whoa! Like you really know her?"
"Yes!"
There was more that I wanted to share with them but I didn't want them to begin to disbelieve. Even as I was telling them about the power of the Holy Spirit I could feel their disbelief reconfirm my belief. So often we are willing to chalk up the incredible and miraculous to untrue or mere exaggerations. It was as I was telling my students that miracles do happen that I began to ponder if I still believed it. Not that I doubt miracles but I think too often I have the tendency of not giving the chance for the miraculous the credibility it deserves.
I desire to invite the Holy Spirit back into the classroom. As a Catholic school we have little problem talking about Jesus. But what if we allowed the Holy Spirit to become more than a little dove that descends upon Old and New Testament figures but rather is living and active in our daily lives? What if the students could know that the Holy Spirit can radically transform their lives if they are open? Perhaps for this to happen their teacher needs to reach for an even deeper relationship with the Holy Spirit and allow Him to revolutionize her teaching.
What if we taught in such a way that conversion was the primary goal and that the necessary consequence of that would be learning the material. I don't understand how this can happen exactly or what would be necessary for this to take place, but I desire for it to happen. If I taught English I would still pray for my students, but as a Theology teacher my main prayer is for their conversion and then secondarily for them to learn the material. The battle is breaking into their world and showing them the importance of their faith now. That must be a task that only the Holy Spirit can accomplish.
Veni, Sancte Spiritus.
Whenever I speak about the Holy Spirit I think of one of my friends from college and how they would laugh at me now. My time in college greatly changed my relationship with the Holy Spirit. There is still much work to be done but I would never have had the conversation I had with my students if not for different people in my life. I told one of my classes that what happened at Pentecost still happens today. That people actually do speak in different languages and that people are still being healed. My example of people speaking in different languages didn't seem to impact them but when I told a story of someone I knew who was healed, that was an altogether different story.
"You know her?"
"Yes." I went on to tell them that I was pretty good friends with this person.
"Whoa! Like you really know her?"
"Yes!"
There was more that I wanted to share with them but I didn't want them to begin to disbelieve. Even as I was telling them about the power of the Holy Spirit I could feel their disbelief reconfirm my belief. So often we are willing to chalk up the incredible and miraculous to untrue or mere exaggerations. It was as I was telling my students that miracles do happen that I began to ponder if I still believed it. Not that I doubt miracles but I think too often I have the tendency of not giving the chance for the miraculous the credibility it deserves.
I desire to invite the Holy Spirit back into the classroom. As a Catholic school we have little problem talking about Jesus. But what if we allowed the Holy Spirit to become more than a little dove that descends upon Old and New Testament figures but rather is living and active in our daily lives? What if the students could know that the Holy Spirit can radically transform their lives if they are open? Perhaps for this to happen their teacher needs to reach for an even deeper relationship with the Holy Spirit and allow Him to revolutionize her teaching.
What if we taught in such a way that conversion was the primary goal and that the necessary consequence of that would be learning the material. I don't understand how this can happen exactly or what would be necessary for this to take place, but I desire for it to happen. If I taught English I would still pray for my students, but as a Theology teacher my main prayer is for their conversion and then secondarily for them to learn the material. The battle is breaking into their world and showing them the importance of their faith now. That must be a task that only the Holy Spirit can accomplish.
Veni, Sancte Spiritus.
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