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At that time, when Jesus had entered Capharnaum, there came to Him a centurion, who entreated Him, saying, Lord, my servant is lying sick in the house, paralyzed, and is grievously afflicted. Jesus said to him, I will come and cure him. But in answer the centurion said, Lord, I am not worthy that You should come under my roof; but only say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I too am a man subject to authority, and have soldiers subject to me; and I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes; and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it. And when Jesus heard this, He marveled, and said to those who were following Him, Amen I say to you, I have not found such great faith in Israel. And I tell you that many will come from the east and from the west, and will feast with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven, but the children of the kingdom will be put forth into the darkness outside; there will be the weeping, and the gnashing of teeth. Then Jesus said to the centurion, Go your way; as you have believed, so be it done to you. And the servant was healed in that hour.

Matt 8:5-13

As I believed, as a child, God was a close friend. This wasn’t something that I learned. It was something that I knew.

I was four when my parents started talking to me about Jesus. Recalling those moments, I have to either believe that reincarnation is real, and I’d come back from someone who already had the knowledge and the faith, or–easier for me to believe–that knowledge was hard wired into me from birth.

It was more like remembering that learning something new.

I went into my small oratory at home before I left for work today, asked for a blessing as I undertook this journey through the Lenten season, and marked myself on the forehead with a cross using the ashes of the palms from last year. I looked at my forehead in the mirror, felt joy as I recognized I was identifying myself as a pilgrim.

Where is it that Lent takes us?

We are embarking into the desert–a place that is isolated from the things of this world. Temptations present themselves to us, offer to lead us off our road. Anger, jealousy, self doubt, self pity, suspicion; these are the distractions that lead us astray. While we know that the destination lies at the Easter vigil, the days ahead are new days, new moments, new experiences seen through fresh eyes. Where does this pilgrimage take us?

The centurion knew Jesus was near, knew that it was the only hope for his servant–someone who scholars now recognize not as a servant, but a lover. He didn’t know what would happen, if he’d be admitted to see this rabbi who had healed so many. Would he be turned away? Would the rabbi chastise him, know that this servant was an intimate?

Would he be seen by anyone who knew him? Was this a risk that was worth taking?

The centurion went knowing not what the outcome of his journey would be, but knew that the love he felt for this man, his companion, was enough to risk being denied.

Our pilgrimage this year may not have an expectation of experience, or revelation. It may be just moments of taking things as they come, reading, praying, listening.

Our first steps have been taken, and we find ourselves in the lodging, taking rest on the first night.

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Lent Eve

In darkness came light.

The light shone upon us, and in that illumination we knew truth.

Possibly from the first day.

This Lenten season, I want to share not just reflections, but parts of my personal story. I’ll be traveling in Japan for much of the Lenten season; in many ways, this will be how I keep in touch with you all.

I’m hoping to take a moment each morning to pray, reflect, and carry Christ through the day. I’ll be sharing moments, pictures, thoughts, poems, images, videos, reflections that I feel help to deepen my own connection to Jesus.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written here. I’m looking forward to walking the journey with you.

Lent Eve

The Penitential Prayers

The praying of these psalms during the season of Lent is a tradition said to have originated with St. Augustine. How one prays them during Lent is up to you: in the morning, evening, or during the day, these Psalms help to focus one on the penitential act and the soaring grace that is God’s love and forgiveness.

I invite you to contemplate the words of Psalms 6, 32, 38, 51, 102, 130, and 143.

The Penitential Prayers

Inspiration!

I’m slow to see things sometimes. I got a question in the comments, a great question, that inspired me to write the post for today. Thanks Wendi!

The question is:

What would you say to someone who’s has trauma from both religion and atheism? Anyone else had this experience?

Regardless of where trauma comes from, it’s important to recognize first of all that it shapes to some extent not only our views on the world, but also our behaviors towards the world, people around us, situations, and experiences. Easiest example that I can come up with is how kids who grow up in a home where this is alcoholism learn very predictable ways of communicating and behaving that work to protect themselves; the behaviors may be unproductive, or perhaps even harmful, but they work to protect from actual, and perceived trauma that may yet occur. In the 90’s, the buzz word for this behavior experience was co-dependency.

I’ve experienced trauma from both atheism and religion–perhaps not to the extent that some who I’ve grown to know have–but trauma none the less. One example of atheistic trauma that I experienced was in university, when a professor who was teaching a class I was in decided to take aim directly at me for what I believed, what I understood, and for asking questions that may have moved towards a more theistic understanding. At one point in a lecture, he came down to me put his face about 4″ from mine, and forcibly yelled at me in the same way a child would justify something to another child in a playground. Recognizing what he’d done, he quickly did the same to a student who was sitting next to me.

I also get a really sick feeling when I watch debates between theists and atheists, or more specifically when I come across statements/videos arguing for either side. It just doesn’t jive for me anymore: I’m not about proving my point to anyone, trying to convince anyone of my beliefs, or bringing anyone forcibly to them.

The first step in addressing my own trauma experience was to acknowledge I didn’t need to argue about my faith anymore, or try to justify my beliefs to anyone. The only duty I had to carry out was to love as I would be loved–to see the face of Christ in every person I met, regardless of how they may see me. That’s no easy feat as you can imagine. But taking the need to play the game of proof or no proof, right or wrong, that means I stopped feeding the need for the trauma to be fed. It meant recognizing that I needed to adjust a lot of behaviors around the model of being right or wrong, the need to find a perpetrator and a victim, the duality that our human world needs to exist.

That doesn’t mean I don’t think people, including myself, can’t ever be in the wrong. It just changes how I choose to navigate the world, what I choose to avoid as being necessary to my spiritual well being, what I choose to accept as ways of expressing my faith in a spiritual context.

Which leads me to how I address trauma.

From a support perspective (I’m a support worker for a non-profit agency by day), it means recognizing that in order to develop a healthy relationship with a person, you need to acknowledge where they’re coming from, what they’re saying to you with word, what they’re saying to you both verbally and with actions. You modify your behavior to recognize a trauma that exists in a person’s life, to honour their lived experience. That allows trust to begin between two people. Once you establish trust, you can begin to help people to see where what they are doing may be trauma based. You help them by using gentleness in every aspect of your time with them: words, how you touch (a high five, a hand on the shoulder for support, a hug), how you are present (do I talk when it’s needed or do I allow myself to be present in silence, maybe in a different room while they do something else). As the relationship grows, you help to stretch a person to move beyond the bubble they’ve created with their experiences, including trauma. It might be as simple as helping someone to take out the garbage, go grocery shopping, or more serious like working toward writing a resume, finding a job, going on a date, finding somewhere to live, looking for a therapist, dealing with addiction, navigating a relationship, navigating the death of a loved one or friend.

In the context of the worshiping community I’m a part of, we first clearly acknowledge that in the past, people may have experienced trauma in a religious context but may still feel a draw towards the experience of spirituality through liturgy. It’s a challenging thing to face that, and to approach wanting to attend a Mass, when every element of that Mass may trigger painful memories, anxiety, fear. Keeping that in mind, no one is ever required to sit through. If someone feels triggered, there is a safe space outside the worship area that they can move to. There are individuals who are trained in trauma informed support available to help through what someone is experiencing. There’s opportunity to debrief after the liturgy, to talk about experiences that may have come up, to share with one another, to share with others trauma we may have in common and ways we’ve worked through it to a more healthier experience. We livestream for people who want to feel safe in their own space, who can just turn it off when they want, or who want to listen in.

Specifically, our worship community is made up of mostly 2SLGBTQIAP+ people who are working through that trauma experience. We see worship as an act of spiritual experience–yes, religion has shaped it. But we reclaim it, change it as we need to to make it more in line with who we are, recognizing that there are elements of the liturgy that are crucial and unchanging.

Regardless of which direction a person’s heart takes them, be it towards atheism or theism in one form or another, the important thing is to be aware of who we are, where our instincts lead us, how we shape our understanding of the world, and to open our hearts towards the experience of love.

In dealing with my own personal trauma experiences, I try to recognize why a behavior is occurring, if it’s trauma based, and if it’s trauma based, what might the initial cause be. The reflective act of contemplation has helped a lot to calm my mind, as well as having a supportive partner, and a supportive doctor! Medication helps–don’t deny yourself that tool if you need it.

Once I recognize that certain experiences, like crowds for example, may trigger a trauma based reaction, I push myself gently into situations that are going to force that trauma response to occur…maybe. When I saw that crowds were a trigger for me, I started going to Costco to shop for groceries with my husband. I don’t know if it’s like it where you live? Costco is a zoo where I live. Being there among the crowds, focusing in shopping rather than focusing on the crowd, I started to develop a thicker skin to the trauma response. Which doesn’t mean I don’t get exhausted and peopled out! But the time it takes for my social battery to drain has increased a lot.

When I recognized that my trauma around religion was based primarily in confrontation, when the confrontations came up where people challenged me on my beliefs, I simply changed my approach: “I’m really sorry, but I don’t want to participate in a debate about this. I don’t try to enforce my beliefs on anyone. I allow people to make up their own minds and make their own choices.”

I’ve as of yet not met an angry atheist. I hope when I do, I’m able to move past my trauma responses and validate that in my world view at least, Christ dwells with them as much as they dwell with me, meaning I am in a position where I need to love. Sin, in my word view at least, is anything that gets in the way of experiencing and sharing Love.

I hope this helps! And, as always, your mileage may vary.

Inspiration!

Lent

Today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of the annual Lenten fast.

Every year, I try to write at least one post a day, reflecting on the scriptural readings of the day, culminating on Easter Sunday. Sometimes it’s hit, sometimes it’s miss.

In my homily this morning, I talked about the importance of focusing ourselves during this period of time on thing spiritual rather than corporal. The world today, especially, invites us to fear, Collectively, I invite each of us in community to reject this as often as we can, focusing instead on the light of Christ within us all.

Already this afternoon, listening to the news, I slipped. It’s impossible not to. I’m drawn to recall something Venerable Fulton Sheen once said about listening to the news–we can’t do anything about it, don’t focus on it. Think globally, act locally, in essence.

When you find yourself in the throws of anxiety listening to the next moves a politician describes, or the reports of a battle, or famine, focus inward. Find if you can, even slightly, the light of Christ. Take time during your day when serving others, when alone in silence, when in traffic or at the grocery store, taking out the trash, cleaning the toilet: look inward, find the love of God, dwell there.

Lent

A Measure of “Equality”

A person says, “I treat everyone equally.” They’re trying to convey that they don’t hold prejudices or make judgements about others. They’re trying to say that they don’t discriminate.

We may even hold this as a tenant of our own personal philosophy.

But do we all treat everyone “equally”? How, for example, do we define what equality is? What is the bar that we use to judge equality?

Take for example the province’s rehabilitation program for drugs and alcohol. Individuals from Regina must call and get into a wait list for a spot in a rehab in Moose Jaw. They must call daily to keep their spot and check in. Once their spot is open, they need to get to Moose Jaw to participate in the program.

If I were an employed individual with a vehicle, three square meals, and access to a telephone this would not be as much of a challenge as if I were an individual who was daily trying to think about where I was going to sleep without freezing to death.

The bar for equal in this situation is not just. It treats everyone equal provided they are able to reach a standard of equality defined by rigid fixed criteria that makes it harder, if not impossible, for an entire group of people with legitimate needs to be “equal”.

When we say we treat everyone “equally”, it is important that we examine what we’re really trying to say. Are we actually treating everyone equally, or are we saying that we will treat someone respectfully provided they meet a standard we may unjustly refer to as “equal”? Does our equality consider the diversity of circumstance, and that some people may have to work over and above what others may to achieve equality?

Saint Francis, recognizing that this practice was not only unjust, but a barrier between him and his full experience of God, did something radically different. He moved himself to the place where the most lowly, the lepers, existed. He made himself equal with the most vulnerable, the untouchables, and served them as if he were less than they were. Christ in the sacraments of the church makes it possible for us to meet the Divine on the same footing; they provide an avenue for us to meet Christ, acknowledge God’s presence within us, within all things, all people.

God’s calculus for equality puts us all on the same starting point. We, in our ego, move ourselves forwards or backwards, sometimes without considering that we may be moving ourselves closer or further away from God’s presence.

A Measure of “Equality”

Liturgy and the Liturgical Year

During the last RCIA meeting, the question came up about the real presence in the Eucharist: is this really Jesus, or is it just a cracker and some wine/grape juice?

As Catholics, we believe that when the priest consecrates, at that exact moment, something changes the bread and wine into the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ. He is present in that physical substance–His IS that Physical Substance.

Jesus is also present in worship, in liturgy. When we take part in any of the rituals of our church, Jesus is there. He tells us that when two or more gather in His name, He is present.

He is also present in the moments of solitude when we pray.

This morning, I woke with trouble on my mind. Like the body of water the disciples were on, my mind raced like the boat that bounced up and down.

I prayed. I asked Jesus for help. In that moment, the voice that came back said not to worry, that He’d been helping for quite some time now and would continue to do so.

When we make the leap to move to the bow of the boat, wake Jesus, and ask Him to help, He will.

As we enter the first days of Advent, we have the renewed opportunity to connect with the stillness our faith can provide. Each day gives us the chance to move to the front of the boat, to connect with Jesus, wake Him from His slumber, embrace, quietly whisper, and listen. While the world shakes and drops underneath us from all four corners, take time this Advent to be still, to consider the Nativity, to find peace.

Liturgy and the Liturgical Year

The Song of Ascents

(Lord, forgive me for despairing.)

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;

From where shall my help come?

My help comes from the Lord,

Who made heaven and earth.

He will not allow your foot to slip;

He who keeps you will not slumber.

Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is your keeper;

The Lord is your shade on your right hand.

The sun will not smite you by day,

Nor the moon by night.

The Lord will protect you from all evil;

He will keep your soul.

The Lord will guard your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever.

The Song of Ascents