It?s Time to Remember…

As the weeks rolled by with my husband working from home, putting us together 24 hours a day, I found myself once again feeling like a volcano about to erupt...Little did I know then how quarantine would change my life? It was the spring of 2020 and Covid-19 had spread throughout the country and much of the world. It was a time when quarantine changed my life. We were adapting to new phrases like ?social distancing,? and ?sheltering in place.? And connecting to others was limited to the use of technology. Thus, a friend of mine encouraged me and some other friends to join her for an online Bible study, pandemic-style. After watching sections of a video and reading portions of the book that accompanied it, we?d text our thoughts and comments to one another. In the first chapter of the study I came across the word ?forbearance.? Despite having been a student of Scripture for years, I realized this term was not a part of my lexicon! It was not unfamiliar to me, as I?d come across it throughout the Bible, but the word forbearance seemed better suited to another time in history. The author described this virtue as the ability to hold back one?s power, even if one has the authority to use it, for the greater good that may not be evident to the one seeking relief. She offered a metaphor to explain: imagine God having two arms, both powerful. While stretching out His right arm to exert power, He at times uses his left arm to pull the other hand back, so as to prevent its strength being wielded. I shared this insight on the group text. One participant responded that ?He cares enough to allow me to struggle and find deeper understanding and connection to His heart.? I?d seen this very thing in my life over and over through the years. The 40 years I?d worked in healthcare seemed to parallel the 40 years the Israelites wandered in the desert. Grumbling and complaining marked each of our respective journeys yet the Lord continued to provide for my needs and those of the Israelites and taught us obedience which resulted in patience, one of the ?fruits of the Spirit.? Over time, patience has become a habit and I rarely express irritation or anger verbally anymore?at least outside the doors of my home! While I had made progress even within my home, I still found it to be the place that triggered my darker angels. Although I was blessed with a good and loving husband, his switch to working from home due to quarantine required an unexpected adjustment to being together 24 hours a day. As the weeks together wore on, I found myself once again feeling like a volcano about to erupt. I tried to suppress it, but when for what seemed like the hundredth time Dan knocked a full glass of tea, ice cubes and all, onto the end table, I exploded and ran to grab towel. When I later apologized, I remembered what my husband told a representative from the Big Sisters organization who had called for a spousal referral to determine my suitability as a volunteer. In response to my curiosity about the content of their lengthy conversation he replied, ?I said lots of nice things about you. They did ask me if I thought you were a patient person. I told them you are very patient...with everyone but me!? As we chuckled together, both recognizing the truth in his statement, I realized that in the area of patience, God isn?t finished with me yet. Since retiring, I had adopted a routine of walking in the neighborhood each morning. The exercise kept my thoughts focused as I poured out my heart to the Lord each day. I confessed my impatience, asked forgiveness, listed my husband?s good qualities, and thanked God for him. What I couldn?t seem to do was exercise forbearance! I obviously wasn?t exhibiting the dictionary?s definition of ?patient self-control, restraint and tolerance!? One morning, after another frustrating day of my husband working from home, I laid it all out as I prayed. ?Lord, I have tried every way I know how to pray about this. I surrender to Your work in my life; make me a truly patient person with everyone, even my husband. I?ve done what I can; now I ask You to do in me what I cannot do in myself.? As the day ended, I happened to glance at the stack of devotionals on the end table. One of the books maybe sixth or seventh from the top caught my eye. I hadn?t opened it in some time, and didn?t even remember what it was titled. Still, I was drawn to it. It was called, ?Biblical Homilies,? by Karl Rahner, a noted German theologian. I opened the volume to where a bookmark lay and laughed at the title on the page: ?If You Can Put Up With Him, So Can I.? Fr. Rahner cited 1 Peter 3: 8-9: ?Finally, all of you be of one mind, sympathetic, loving toward one another, compassionate, humble. Do not return evil for evil, or insult for insult; but, on the contrary, a blessing, because to this you were called, that you might inherit a blessing.? I read the sermon that followed: ?This harmony and concord, then, is interpreted to mean that we must be united in prayer. No doubt the letter of St. Peter refers to a general disposition to get on with people.? This idea is obvious enough. We know only too well what a trial we are to each other.? (I paused...how did Fr. Rahner know what was going on in my house?!) ?We are so different from one another: we have had different experiences, we are of different temperaments, of different origins, we come from different families, we have different talents and different jobs to do?small wonder if it is difficult for us all to be of one mind. We have different views and we understand each other imperfectly. And being so very different from other people we well may grate on them, unconsciously weary them with what we are, what we think, what we do, what we feel. Mutual harmony and comprehension, being of one mind, is difficult for us. Now we can only live together and bear with each other, bear one another?s burdens, if we do our best to be of one mind, if we are self-effacing and self-possessed, if we can hold our tongue even when we are right,? (now I was sure this priest had been peering at me through the window these last weeks!) ?if we can let the other man be himself and give him his due, if we refrain from rash judgment and are patient.? (There was that word again!) ?Then it becomes possible, at least in a rough and ready way, to be of one mind. We may not achieve empathy together, but we can be of one mind in Christian forbearance,? (FORBEARANCE!!! The word I never examined or considered until a week or so ago!) ?each bearing the other?s burden. This means that I bear the burden the other man is to me simply by being himself, because I know I am a burden to him simply by being myself.? I already knew I couldn?t change anyone but myself, and that didn't seem to be going so well either! Seeing it spelled out so clearly, as given, brought the pieces together. Dan always worked hard to show me he loved me, despite my frailty. He lived the law of love for me. I looked online to find references to ?forbearance? in scripture. Turns out, there were different translations of the word, based on the culture and time when each was compiled?Long-suffering, patience that endures, great-heartedness, even ?developing a willingness to stick with things?. My response toward Dan felt like ?long-suffering,? while his toward me looked much more like ?great-heartedness.? We had found very different ways to incarnate the same virtue. I remembered the definition of forbearance I?d heard in the bible-study video: the ability to hold back one?s power, even if one has the authority to use it, for the greater good that may not be evident to the one seeking relief. It was the same lesson I?d learned through years of practicing physical therapy?calm responses made greater difference over time. Without taking time to comprehend what was driving a patient?s resistance to treatment, there would be no progress. Once they knew I understood them, my patients? transformation would begin. Their progress was well worth my extra effort. I saw now that God was asking me to hold back my power--whether my tongue or my thoughts--for the greater good of our marriage. I had been ?seeking relief;? but couldn?t see how it would come. With this realization, quarantine changed my life?by bearing the burden of the one to whom I had promised to be true, in good times and in bad, to love and honor all the days of my life, just as he did for me. How would I practice forbearance? Glancing at a picture of my husband, I knew: the example was right before my eyes.

With over 40 years of experience he had accomplished great feats; but interestingly he found true joy elsewhere When I was 11 years old, a bad leg injury from a motor vehicle accident led me to choose my career. After multiple reconstructive procedures I began to say, "When I grow up I'm going to be a plastic surgeon.? I feel blessed that I was able to fulfill my dream of mending lives. When I tell people that I?m a plastic surgeon many are curious about my cosmetic surgeries, but they rarely ask about the reconstructive procedures I perform. The chief difference between the two kinds of surgeries is that most cosmetic surgery is a ?want" while reconstructive surgery is a ?need". Surgeries in the ?need? category are procedures for maxillofacial trauma, skin cancer, burn care, skin grafts and flaps, complex wounds, hand surgery and others. However, in third world countries like Mexico and the Dominican Republic, many patients desperately need and want reconstructive surgery. Sadly, either because they don?t have money or because there is no reconstructive surgeon available, their needs go unmet. To help such patients, I went on medical missions to both countries to volunteer my services with a loving heart. I dealt with two cases there that I would probably never have encountered here in the United States. The first was a woman so poor that she had never owned a pair of shoes. Therefore, the big black mole on the top of her foot was easy pickings (and peckings!) for her chickens. It typically bled, often became infected and always hurt. She begged me, ?Por favor Doctor, quiteme este lunar? (Please Doctor, remove this mole). In less than 30 minutes her problem was resolved. A simple but real medical need. She was so appreciative that she hugged me and thanked me profusely. The second patient was a 16-year-old boy with a very wide cleft lip that left his prominent front teeth always exposed. He told me there was a girl in school he really liked but he was too ashamed and embarrassed to ask her to be his girlfriend. In about 2 1/2 hours I was able to change his life. When he was coming out of anesthesia, he looked in a mirror and saw a huge smile with no teeth showing. At his follow up visit, I had to ask, ?Que dijo la muchacha?? (? What did the girl say??) He responded with an emphatic, "Dijo que Si!!!" (?She said yes!?) Like the other seventy or so patients on whom I have operated, these two patients were extremely appreciative. But I also found true joy of my own by mending lives with a loving heart?seeing their smiles, their tears of joy and receiving those warm hugs. My experience frequently reminds me of what Jesus says to His disciples in Matthew 20:28, ?the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve". I thank the Lord for blessing me with skills to mending the lives of those most in need.

It was a cold and snowy afternoon several years ago, when I felt like going to Adoration. My own parish didn?t have Perpetual Adoration yet, so I drove to a parish that did. It has a small, very intimate chapel where I loved spending time with Jesus, pouring my heart out to Him. My hour was almost over when I heard two people talking in the back of the chapel. I was disconcerted and distracted by their insensitivity regarding a homeless man in the narthex, so I decided to leave. My hour was almost over anyway. As I left, I passed through the narthex where the man was sleeping so soundly that he didn?t even stir when I paused to say a prayer over him. I felt relieved that the doors were unlocked for Adoration so he could find shelter. He appeared to be homeless, but I didn?t know for sure. What I do know is that I was moved to tears by my concern for this man. I could hardly contain myself as I wandered outside where a statue of the Sacred Heart reminded me of Christ?s loving concern for every person and His abundant mercy. I begged the Lord to tell me what to do. In my heart, I felt the Lord telling me to go to the nearby store and pick up a few necessities for this man. I thanked Him and immediately bought a few things that I thought the man might be able to use. All the way back to the chapel, I hoped the man would still be there. I really wanted to give him what I had purchased. When I arrived, he was still sleeping. I quietly set the bags down near him, said a prayer, and began walking away. I had almost reached the exit when I heard someone call, ?Lady, lady?. I turned around and replied, ?Yes?. The man was now awake and approached me, asking if I had left the bags for him. I replied, ?Yes, I did.? He thanked me saying how thoughtful that was. No one had ever done that before. I smiled and said, ?You?re welcome?. The man was coming closer and I felt as if I was in the presence of Jesus. I felt so much love in my heart. Then he said, ?Lady, I will see you in Heaven.? I thought I would burst out crying. His voice was so kind and loving. I was compelled to give him a kiss on the cheek. We said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways. Outside, I couldn?t stop crying. I cried all the way home. Even now, I am moved to tears when I remember that afternoon. That cold, snowy afternoon, I realized that I had indeed met Jesus in that beautiful man. Now, when I look back, I imagine Jesus saying to me, ?It?s Me, Jesus!? with a big smile on His face. Thank you, Jesus, for reminding me that I can meet you in each person I encounter.

I was 65 years old and I was looking into changing my life insurance policy. Of course, they required some lab tests. I thought, ?Okay, I?ll go through the motions.? Up until then, every lab test I had ever taken, had been normal, including chest x-rays, EKG?s and colonoscopies, all normal. My blood pressure was 126/72 and my BMI was 26. I exercised four times per week and ate a fairly healthy diet. I felt good and was totally asymptomatic. All my lab results came back normal?except my PSA, it was 11 ng/ml (normal is less than 4.5ng/ml). Three years earlier it had been normal. Bummer! So, I went to see my PCP. During the rectal exam, he found my prostate enlarged and indurated. ?I suspect cancer, I?m going to refer you to a urologist,? he said. Bummer, again. Eleven out of eleven prostate biopsies were positive for cancer. My Gleason score was 4+5 which meant that it was a highgrade cancer and could grow and spread more quickly. So, I underwent a radical prostatectomy, radiation therapy and hormone therapy with Lupron. Ooh those hot flushes! Ladies believe me when I say, I know what you?re going through. Bummer once again. So why only ?bummer? and not ?I don?t believe it, it can?t be, I?m going to die. God is punishing me?? Well, let me tell why. Before my mother?s kidney failure required at-home peritoneal dialysis, my parents traveled quite a bit, especially to Mexico. When daily dialysis brought travel to a halt, they spent more time working on puzzles, reading and studying their Bible. This brought them much closer to God. So, when her doctors told her there was nothing more they could do for her, she was okay with that. She told me, ?I?m tired, I?m ready to be with my Father. I am at peace with family and friends, with myself, but most importantly, I am at peace with God.? A few days later, she died peacefully with a smile on her face. ?I am at peace with God?. That?s what I wanted. I no longer wanted to be just a Sunday-Mass Catholic. It was then that I started on the path that has led me closer to God: reading and studying the Bible in both English and Spanish, praying, saying the Rosary, giving thanks for my blessings, and volunteering as a Catechism teacher. Soon, I hope to finish my internship as a volunteer hospital chaplain and I am about to complete my spiritual guidance course. So, yes, having prostate cancer is a bummer, but that is all it is, because I am at peace with God.

Christopher was waiting for his Dad to pick him up from church. He was brooding over what his Catechism teacher had taught about the Black Mass and satan worshippers who mistreated Jesus by mocking and desecrating the consecrated Eucharistic host. He had never even heard of a Black Mass before and felt sorry for Jesus. In his innocence, Christopher tried to concoct a plan. Suddenly his attention was caught by a lizard which had self-amputated its tail and shed it in order to distract the predator, a brown spotted bird. Christopher noticed that the severed tail was wiggling and spinning and the brown spotted bird,?continuously picked at the tail without realizing that the lizard had actually fled. Looking at this Christopher thought, ?what if Jesus quit from the Blessed Sacrament? What if Jesus was able to escape from the satan worshippers, just like the lizard? What if Jesus could remove His presence in the Blessed Sacrament so He would not have to suffer? If Jesus quit, then the consecrated bread would just become ordinary bread. That way, satan worshippers, or those who participate in Black Mass, would not be able to humiliate Jesus. Later that day, when his Dad came to pick him up, Christopher ecstatically detailed his new found plan for Jesus. ?Dad, why can?t Jesus just quit from the Blessed Sacrament? That way, he wouldn?t have to suffer, right?? Christopher asked. For a moment, his Dad was silent. This was a bizarre question and his father had never thought about this before. ?My son, Jesus cannot leave the Blessed Sacrament because He is true to His word,? his father?finally said. ?The priest uses the words of Jesus when he blesses the Eucharist. When Jesus?says: ?This is my Body which is broken for you for the forgiveness of sins?, he has given a promise.?He will never go back on His promise. So, for humankind, He will suffer any humiliation. Jesus?suffered and gave up His life on Calvary to save mankind two thousand years ago. He is still suffering today.? Do we realize how much Jesus is suffering in the Blessed Sacrament because of our sin, ignorance and lack of respect? Let us pray for the conversion of those who participate in Black Masses and all other sinners. Let us also pray that the whole of humankind will respect and love Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.

You might be familiar with the centurion who pierced the side of Jesus as the Lord hung on the Cross. According to some traditions and legends that soldier was named Longinus, a name that first surfaces in the apocryphal gospel of Nicodemus. The soldier is not named in the canonical gospels. According to the legends, after enduring wounds in past battles, Longinus was cruelly mocked by his fellow soldiers for his near blindness. At the moment he pierced the Lord?s side, blood spattered onto his eyes. Immediately his sight was restored.? In the Gospel of Saint Mark we hear him exclaim, ?Indeed, this was the son of God!? Tradition also tells us that Longinus?left the army, took instruction from the?apostles?and became a?monk?in Cappadocia. There he was arrested for his faith, his teeth forced out and his tongue cut off. However,?Longinus?miraculously continued to speak clearly and managed to destroy several idols in the presence of the governor. The governor, who was blinded by the demons that escaped from the idols, had his sight miraculously restored by Longinus. As Longinus?was beheaded, some of his blood splattered onto the governors' eyes and the governor was instantly healed. Saint Longinus is one of the first martyrs of the Church. His spear?is one of the many relics associated with Christ and can be found in one of the four pillars over the main altar of St. Peter?s Basilica.

Saint Francis of Assisi once had a great fear and abhorrence of lepers. He confessed that the sight of a leper was so repugnant to him that he refused to even approach their dwellings. If he chanced to glimpse one in his travels or pass by the leprosarium, he turned his head away and blocked his nose. As he became more serious about his faith and took on Christ?s admonition to love others as you love yourself, he became ashamed of this attitude. So one day when a man afflicted with leprosy crossed his path, he overcame his feelings of horror and disgust and, instead of turning away, leaped off his horse, kissed the leper and pressed money into his hand. But when Francis remounted and looked back, he could not find the leper anywhere. With dawning excitement, he realized that it was Jesus whom he had kissed. After gathering some funds, he went to the leper hospital and gave alms to each one, kissing their hands with reverence as he did so. What had formerly seemed distasteful to him?the sight or touch of a leper?was transformed into sweetness. Later Francis wrote, ?When I was in sin, the sight of lepers nauseated me beyond measure; but then God Himself led me into their company, and I had pity on them. When I became acquainted with them, what had previously nauseated me became the source of spiritual and physical consolation for me.? Today, we often see people around us who are stricken with spiritual leprosy. Mostly we try to keep away from them, but we fail to realize that it has crept into our own hearts as well. So instead of judging and pointing fingers at others, let?s cleanse ourselves off the crippling mind and hardness of heart. In the first place, God bestowed His grace and mercy upon us though we are broken and wounded. Let?s reach out to others with this mercy and compassion which we received unconditionally.

On a recent bushwalk, my daughter was afflicted by a bad mood just as we had clambered up to a spectacular cavern. While we were all marvelling at the natural beauty, she kept her gaze steadily downward, refusing to look up. It seemed illogical to deny herself a single glance at the grandeur surrounding us, only to stare at the dull earth beneath her feet or clamp her hands over her eyes lest a single glimpse should tempt her out of her mood. Upon reflection, it reminded me of the times when I am so immersed in the anxieties and workload of everyday life that I fail to appreciate the treasures God has placed before me?the wonder of a child?s smile; the warmth of the sun on a winter morning; the meal lovingly prepared by my husband; or the amazing sunrises and sunsets that God paints in the sky every day. How often do we distract ourselves from our cares with an overload of banal screen time? Endless varieties of movies, series, reality TV shows, sport, social media and computer games compete for our attention. Yet there never seems to be enough time for prayer, family activities and home duties. We so often lament that we don?t have enough time to interact with friends in real life. Yet even our time with friends or family is often centred around a screen, or everyone has a screen in hand. Perhaps it is time to turn off the screens, pull out the earphones, and cast our eyes upwards to embrace the glory that the Lord offers us every day. Let us give thanks to God and invite him into our daily engagement with the real world surrounding us.

When I become too serious Make me smile Lord When I become too anxious? Make me smile Lord When I become too envious? Make me smile Lord When the journey is long and boring? Make me smile Lord When people are cold and uncaring? Make me smile Lord When I?m tired and my strength is failing? Make me smile Lord When I?m burdened with work and deadlines? Make me smile Lord When I?m stressed with money and finances? Make me smile Lord When I have to adjust to unforeseen changes? Make me smile Lord When I feel like shouting and complaining? Make me smile Lord When people around me become irritating? Make me smile Lord When I experience loneliness and pain? Make me smile Lord When I don?t feel well? Make me smile Lord When I don?t know and I don?t care? Make me smile Lord And when I don?t feel like smiling? Make me smile Lord

In 1926, as the Cristero war began, Mexicans had suffered religious persecution for many years. Churches were confiscated and closed. Religious education and gatherings were banned. Religious and priests were forced into hiding. One night, plainclothes policemen staked out a home where they suspected people were gathering to receive Communion. A man approached and quickly flipped the lapel of his suit jacket, as if to show a lieutenant?s badge. ?What?s going on?? he asked. ?We think a priest is inside,? they replied. ?Wait here while I check,? he commanded. They kept watch as he went in to boldly distribute Holy Communion to the faithful waiting inside. Father Miguel Pro was famous for his impersonations. Using a variety of clever disguises, and often in the dead of night, he bravely ventured out to baptize infants, bless marriages, celebrate Mass, hear confessions, anoint the sick and distribute Holy Communion. On more than one occasion, he penetrated a jail disguised as a police officer to bring Holy Viaticum to Catholics awaiting execution. Dressed as a stylish businessman, he even frequented the neighbourhoods of his greatest enemies to collect for the poor. Arm in arm with a young lady, or dressed in the rags of a beggar, he cheerfully brought spiritual and material relief to beleaguered Mexican Catholics at the risk of his life. Renowned for his ready wit, he laughed in the face of death, ?If I meet any long-faced saints in Heaven, I will cheer them up with a Mexican hat dance.? After little more than a year of this clandestine ministry, his enemies were desperate to eradicate his influence. Falsely accusing him of an assassination attempt, he was sentenced to death without trial, immediately after capture. President Calles invited world media to witness his execution, expecting Father Pro to break down and deny his faith in front of the firing squad. Instead their photos captured him peacefully forgiving and praying for his executioners, refusing a blindfold and welcoming the bullets with arms outstretched in the form of a cross, shouting, ?Viva Cristo Rey!? (Long Live Christ the King!)