'Dada-Yes' or How to Teach Your 472 month old About Jesus

An old married couple is driving along one day and they stop at a red light.

In the car next to them, a pair of young lovers is carrying on, holding hands, kissing, and hugging, and sitting close together on the driver's side of the bench seat.

The old woman looks at her husband and smiles a little bit.

“Remember when we used to drive around town like that? Why don't we do that any more?”, she asks.

The old man looks back at her, glances down at the space between them on their bench seat and replies, “I didn't move.”

I haven't written in a few weeks. It's been difficult to find the time lately as I am trying to re-acquaint myself with the concept of sleep. But when I last wrote, it was about St. Peter being called out onto the water by Jesus. Taking his eyes off of Christ and focusing on his fear of the storm around him, Peter started sinking. I was feeling, at that time, much like St. Peter, as if I was sinking. For Peter, this was remedied as Jesus reached out and pulled him from the waves. I was wondering, at the time, if I'd ever even left the boat. Looking back, I think this question was a bit of a deflection, because I knew that I was drowning and not just waving. To think I hadn't left the boat was easy and got me off the hook in trying to figure out what steps I needed to take to return my focus onto God.

I would love to say that in the time since I wrote that, I've figured some things out, grabbed His hand and pulled myself from the waves. Unfortunately, that is not the case. I have progressed from being St. Peter losing faith in the sea, to being the lost sheep, not able to recognize my shepherd's voice.

I know the storms that are hitting my family right now are not as bad as hardships that many others are facing. Most importantly, thank God, everyone is healthy. I am, however, filled with fear about where I am leading my family. Which leads me to doubt that I am equipped to lead us out of our current situation. And with that, comes a host of regret and self-loathing for the time I wasted when I could have been preparing myself for the vocation of being a husband and a father. In the midst of all this noise that I am hurling at myself, I started to lose God.

A few weeks ago, that felt just like walking on the sea with wind whipping all around and Jesus' voice fading in and out, beckoning me to come to Him. However, as I obsessed over 'what I can I do's', 'what I can't do's', 'what I didn't do's' and 'why didn't I's', His voice just kind of ended up fading away.

I didn't actually realize it until a very inconvenient moment when my wife and I were discussing our situation and what our next steps will be. That is when I realized that I have no clue what to do to move our family forward right now. The job that I am lucky to have, regardless of my hatred for it, pays well for what it is, but doesn't pay enough. I'm barely sleeping, short-tempered, disengaged... in short, I am miserable.

Someone I talked to a couple of weeks ago asked me where I see God in my life right now. I thought for a moment, and said, “I don't know. I don't think I can see Him right now.”

We were silent for a moment, as those words hung in the air like a cartoon bubble, with both of us just looking up at them. And it really hit me that my faith is really being shaken. Oh boy, yet another thing to obsess over, wondering what I can do.....

Well, thank God (and I mean that literally), I am blessed to have a 13 month old daughter. (I also have a 39 month old daughter, a 437 month old wife and I myself, am 472 months old, but that's another whole story). My 13 month old likes to play this incredibly riveting game that I call the 'Dada-Yes' game. It's beautiful in its simplicity in that she says, “Dada”, and I reply, “Yes.” She likes to play this game often, and can go for about 20 minutes or so at a stretch. She especially likes to play when I am driving. It dawned on me in the middle of everything else one day, that the game is about her calling my name, and me responding. On one hand, obviously, it teaches her my name, but it also teaches her that I'm always there, waiting for her to call me.

This led me to think of the story that I used to start this piece. Our previous Pastor, who has recently moved on to another assignment, used this story one day to illustrate our relationship with God. In case you need it pointed out, God is the old man. And when we look around and wonder what happened to our relationship with Him, we need to remember, He didn't move.

I had this image in my mind one day of God seeing me fumbling like a blind man trying to find a key in the dirt, and getting frustrated as he tries to tell me that I only need to knock on the door for it to open.

But then I realized, it's even better than that. I started to think of Jesus telling us that he is the good shepherd. And I remembered a painting I saw where he is reaching out over the edge of a cliff to save the lost member of his flock. So not only will the Father respond if I call on Him, but He is reaching out to pull me from the brink.

In a class I was teaching recently, we read about how several shepherds will pen their sheep together for the night and then retrieve only their own sheep every morning. The writer wondered what kind of chaos must ensue when this happens, so he made a point of being there the next morning when they arrived. What he found was that when they opened the gates to the pen, each shepherd went off in a different direction whistling a different tune, and their sheep would follow them. When he asked how the sheep knew which shepherd to follow, a local told him that all day when they were grazing in the fields, the shepherds would walk among the sheep and whistle so that they learned to recognize the tune. The tune that the sheep recognize is the one they would follow in the morning.

This was all very good news...

First, and most importantly, God didn't move!

Second, He is anxiously waiting to play the 'Dada-Yes' game with us!

Third, He is aching for us to stop looking for that stupid key and just knock on the door!

And for those of us who are truly lost, He is reaching out from the cliffs to pull us from the brink!

But at the end of the day, we have to remember, if we don't learn His tune, and keep ourselves acquainted with it, then we are only going to get lost again.

So what am I doing to re-familiarize myself with the voice of my shepherd? First, I am continuing to go to mass. Our parish is blessed that even though we lost a pastor who was a brilliant homilist and teacher, we have received a new pastor with those same gifts. Second, since I am a night owl, I am returning to reviewing the daily readings before I go to bed, which, since it is always after midnight, is usually one of the first things I do on any given day. Third, I will be making more frequent trips to reconciliation. We are all, at some point, the lost sheep, about to fall into a ravine, and reconciliation is Jesus' way of finding us and reaching out with His mercy to pull us from the brink.

I admit these changes aren't producing their fruits overnight and I am still struggling with all this, so I could use some prayers. But I am encouraged for the first time in a while because I have not completely lost sight of my shepherd, and I still have faith that He will come to find me. Now I just have to do my part, and keep walking towards Him instead of just staying in the holding pen.

God bless,

P.D.O. 

Can You Walk on Water? or: Rearranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic

Last week was first Friday, which means Nocturnal Adoration at my parish. I work an odd shift, so when I get out of work, it is usually a good time to go and sit with Him for an hour or so and just check in. This month, my wife decided she would come along as well and we both sat for a while with the Lord. It was her first time going and at the end she told me that the realization she came to in her time with the Lord, was that she, in her own words, sucks, because she doesn't spend enough time in prayer and quiet with Jesus. I am right next to her in that boat! So as someone who loves her and wants what is best for her, I should be looking toward bettering both of our prayer lives. Perhaps we could read the next day's readings together before we go to bed like we did when we were first married. We could tie it in with discussing her observations for NFP (a practice I will not share the details of here, but also an area where we need to improve our consistency).

But if she were ever to ask me what to do for Adoration, I would be no use to her. I couldn't help her decide what to do, because quite frankly, I am never quite sure what to do during Adoration. Part of the time I sit in silent conversation with Christ, bringing my needs to Him and expressing my gratitude, and asking His mercy for my too frequent lack of gratitude. Some of the time I spend asking His help for the things I think I need. The rest of the time I spend listening. Sometimes silently, and sometimes by reading some of the readings out of the missal. I look for something to jump out at me, you know? I wait for that 'aha!' moment where His voice rings in my ears with the choirs of angels saying, “Tom, this is what you should do! This is my will for you!”

I read scripture waiting for words to light up on the page spelling out my path like a giant 'highlighter from Heaven' pointing out the parts of the readings that are a must-see for me!

As of yet, neither of these things has happened. If they do happen, I'll keep you posted. Perhaps God will light up numbers in the readings, prompting me to buy a winning lottery ticket. If I start writing a lot more, you'll know that this has happened and I have quit my job, but I'm not holding my breath. So how does God speak to us? He apparently does not have my email address. I have not received any text messages...

“Tom, was looking over ur plan for ur life. OMM (instead of OMG) ROFLMAO. Will txt u my plan 2morrow. ;0) Your BFF, JC”

No, God would not send a text message, and if He did, I'm pretty sure He would skip the emoticons. In fact, when I was at Adoration last month, I was thinking about how He speaks to us and it led me to sit there looking at the Body of Christ in the consecrated host and thinking about Robert Frost. Or at least about Frost's poem, 'The Road Not Taken'. I imagine most of us are pretty familiar with the poem...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

I posted the whole poem because it is just beautiful and makes me think of many things in my life. Even as I pondered it that night, in the quiet, a lot of different things came to me. It made me think of men who pursue the priesthood in these modern times when the culture we live in has so many things to discourage them from doing so. It made me think of when I was engaged for the first time. My fiancee was a perfectly nice woman, but she had not been brought up in any particular faith and I was beginning to hear the call to return to my faith, which she had no interest in pursuing. The engagement fell through and eventually, I met my wife who was beginning her journey back to the church. I cannot imagine where I would be now had I continued down that road and not followed what many would have you believe is the road less traveled by returning to the Catholic Church.

But all of these thoughts came afterward. What struck me originally was that opening image of the poem. “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood / And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;”

That image reminded me of what happens when I talk to God. And when I say 'talk' I mean that in the conversational sense. Let me give the example I was confronted with that night...

Anyone who has read this blog knows I do not like my job (see: Job Searching II: Jeremiah Strikes Back) and at the beginning of last month, I was in the running for what was going to be a great job. I had made it through the third round of interviews and I was just waiting for the call. So I was chatting with God thanking Him for bringing this opportunity to me, hoping and praying it would come through, then it occurred to me; What if I don't get it?

Briefly I thought about that... well, if I don't get it, then it is time for me to 'buckle down' where I am and get serious about doing what I need to move ahead...ah, now we have two roads diverging in the wood...and as quickly as I could, in my mind's eye, I looked down that other road to where it bent and I said, 'I don't even want to think about that! Forget that other road!'

And a horrifying thought came to me. When you're praying for God's guidance and you have a thought like this that you dismiss soooo quickly, how do you know that's not the road toward Him? As we say in my house, 'Oh poop!'

So after thinking about this image for a month, there I was at First Friday Adoration for September, sitting with my wife. I decided to review the readings from August. The readings from Sunday August 7^th really stood out to me.

The first reading was 1 Kgs 19:9a, 11-13a. It is the reading about Elijah going to Mount Horeb and being told to wait for the Lord as the Lord will be passing by. As he waits, a strong wind, an earthquake and a fire come, but the Lord is in none of these. After all of these things pass, there remains a tiny whispering sound, a still, small voice, and Elijah recognizes this as the Lord. What better example could I have that it doesn't make sense to look for a grand demonstration from God, but that His voice will come to us as a tiny whisper. Perhaps it is a new opportunity, maybe it is a conversation with a friend that gets you thinking about something. There are people who are alive today, have earned a living, made millions or met their husband or wife because of a 'mistake'. And I realized, sadly for me, these 'roads less taken' that we don't want to take, may also be God's voice quietly guiding us.

The gospel reading for that day was Mt 14:22-33, another one we are all familiar with. This is the passage when Jesus sends the apostles ahead in a boat. A storm comes up, and they look up to see Jesus walking toward them on the sea. He calls Peter out of the boat. Peter starts walking toward him, but he takes his eyes from Jesus and starts to fear the storm, so Peter starts to sink. He cries out for Jesus to help and Jesus reaches out and catches him, admonishing Peter for losing faith. Well, this reading struck a chord with me because you see, I did get that call and the company decided to put off hiring anyone until early next year. I was pretty discouraged and again, if you've been reading this blog, you know that it just seems I can't catch a break lately, see Job Searching (as in 'the book of Job'.... but if you hear of anything...), and this just seemed like another kick in the gut. I was exactly like Peter. I was so focused on the 'maelstrom' around me that I took my eyes off of Jesus. I have been very afraid that I won't find the way to move my family forward. It pains me to say this, but my faith is shaken and I am most definitely sinking.

As I imagined myself in Peter's place, stepping out onto the sea, having fear get the better of me and starting to sink, the reading made it very clear what I would need to do next. Like Peter, I would need to cry out to Jesus so that he can reach out and catch me. But as I thought about the still, small voice and all those 'roads' that I have dismissed in prayer or quiet contemplation, I realized that there is something I need to do before I think too quickly that I am sinking. I need to take a good, hard, honest look around me. Because there is a good chance, that I haven't even left the boat.

Please comment as I would love to get different perspectives and experiences as to when / how you have heard His voice and your own reflections on the question, 'Have you left the boat?'

God bless,

P.D.O.

Hello, my name is Tom, and I am an adult who cries at Disney movies...

So last weekend we took our two daughters to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. As usual, my eyes filled up a little at the end. This is not unusual for me and Disney movies. I am not too proud to admit it. The reason I choked up at the end of this one, (and I put out a large SPOILER ALERT here to anyone who hasn't seen it yet) is that after spending most of the movie scheming and hoping to get honey, Pooh goes to visit Owl, hoping he has honey, and notices that Owl's doorbell rope is made out of Eeyore's tail (which they have all been searching for throughout the movie). Pooh goes in and asks about the rope, and upon figuring out that it is Eeyore's tail, he takes it and heads off. As he is going out the door, Owl offers him some honey. Pooh Bear, even though his tummy has been rumbly since the beginning of the movie, says something to the effect of, 'No thank you Owl, I am very anxious to return this tail to my good friend Eeyore.'. Pooh thinks of someone else instead of his own need for honey, BOOM, I choke up.

The worst, by far, however, believe it or not, is 'Cars'. You know, the movie with the race car and the goofy talking tow truck....yes, that's the one. Chokes me up every time and usually a tear or two will spill. In the words of Eeyore, "pa-thetic". And in that movie, it's the same thing. It's the part in the final race where Lightning McQueen sees that 'The King' has crashed, slams on his brakes, screeching to a halt just before the finish line, giving up his Piston Cup championship, and then going back to push him across the line because he thinks, "The King should finish his last race.". Again, putting someone else before all he thought was important.

I was thinking of this during Sunday Mass a couple of weeks ago when the reading was about God offering Solomon anything he wanted, and Solomon asking the Lord for wisdom to be a good leader for his people instead of selfishly asking for riches or power for himself. (1 Kgs 3:5,7-12) It made me think of a story my father has told me about when I was in the hospital as an infant.

When I was two days old, I was rushed to Massachusetts General Hospital because my 'color' wasn't right. It turns out I was a tad blue due to a serious congenital heart defect called Transposition of the Great Vessels. At three days old, I had my first open heart surgery. It was not a final repair, but it bought me three years (twice as long as they originally thought) until the final repair could be done on a larger heart, and with three years of technological advances. For most of the time, my mother was climbing the walls in Lawrence (Mass) General Hospital because those were the days when they would keep women in the hospital for a long time after they gave birth. My father was struggling to run his own business, a welding shop, and locked it up as soon as he found out what was wrong with me. He spent days and nights at the hospital, leaving to give my mother and the rest of the family reports on my condition and occasionally to see my two older brothers. Then one night, while he was at the hospital with me, he had gone to the waiting room.

When he got there, there was a young girl of about 20 years old. He had seen her there before, always alone. She had a daughter named Jennifer who had led a very difficult young life, and Jennifer was in the fight again. The doctors came in and took Jennifer's mother aside. They told her that Jennifer was not doing well. You see, Jennifer's extremities and the tip of her nose had started to turn black because she had such poor circulation. They told Jennifer's mother that she should probably just go sit by her and say goodbye because she was not going to last the night. When my father explains what happened next, HE starts to choke up.

Jennifer's mother looked up at the doctors, her eyes flashed with anger, and a passion burst forth from her as she told them, 'Who the hell do you think you are?!?! Are you God? Don't you dare tell me that my daughter is not going to last the night! She's fought before and she's going to fight now. She is not going to die tonight! She is going to be fine!"

My father was amazed by this young single mother standing up to the all-powerful doctors. The next thing my father knew, he was in the chapel at the hospital. He doesn't know how he got there, and he doesn't remember walking there. He's not even sure he knew where the chapel was at that point. He just remembers realizing that he was in there, on his knees, and he was praying, for Jennifer. Here he was in the hospital with his infant child recovering from heart surgery, and he was praying for some other kid. When I was younger, I often wondered what the hell he was thinking. I needed those prayers! But my father was moved to put someone else's needs before his own. Lately I've wondered how my father's prayers for Jennifer may have affected my recovery.

The next day, my father saw Jennifer's mother, and Jennifer was fine. Her circulation and color was coming back, and my parents actually saw them both about a year or two later in the doctor's office while we were there for one of my follow-up visits. Jennifer was still doing well, and I wonder if she's gone on to live a long, healthy, normal life. I wonder how much my dad's praying had to do with that.

In the Winnie the Pooh movie, Pooh Bear wins the prize for finding Eeyore's tail, a full honey pot so big he dives in. In Cars, Lightning McQueen ends up with friends and a real home, both of inestimable value. Both characters learn a lesson about what is really important in life.

My father...well, he got me, I guess. He never re-opened his iron shop, and he tells me he doesn't regret it one bit. I have been extremely fortunate, despite not taking care of myself the way I really should. When I see what other people with my heart defect and my particular repair for it have gone through, there is no doubt that God has had a hand in my life. And the more I learn about God and His word, the more I think that is, at least partially, because my father was praying for 'some other kid' when I was recovering from heart surgery.

I think tonight I'll say a prayer for Jennifer, wherever she may be.

God bless,

P.D.O.

TOB Tuesd- um Wednesdays! TOB and Same-sex 'Marriage' or Would you serve 10W30 or 10W40 With Veal?

So last week, I addressed Theology of the Body and marriage. As an addendum, I guess, I feel it is important to talk about Same-sex 'marriage' in regard to TOB. To be succinct as possible, it simply cannot and does not exist.
According to God's plan for marriage in the bible, it must have four elements.

Marriage must be free, total, faithful and fruitful.

If you think about it, same-sex 'marriage' is not free since it is based on a compulsion toward distorted sexual desires. It is not total in that one is really not giving anything of himself, sexually speaking, to the other person. It obviously is not fruitful, as a same-sex couple cannot produce offspring. I know that technology has provided an illusion of this, but biologically, as our bodies are designed, it is impossible. And although these relationships may be faithful with regard to fidelity, since they are based on selfish and distorted sexual desires, the role of the other partner could be filled by anyone. Without the possibility of children there is nothing to tie the two together by singular roles within the family.

I know that some people will say that it is about the love that the two people share and not just about intercourse. As I mentioned in my marriage post, the major difference between friendship and marriage, is the marital union of the bodies into 'one flesh'. It is sexuality. And the meaning and purpose of sex is to point us toward our spiritual union with God. It is to be an unselfish exchange of total persons in a life-giving union. By that definition, the only true definition, members of the same sex cannot even truly have intercourse. When those desires are turned toward nothing more than physical satisfaction, they become by nature, selfish and twisted in on oneself. This is the case with addiction to pornography and masturbation. So by that definition, when two people of the same gender have 'sex' it is really no more than mutual masturbation.

I am sure that these statements are going to cause some controversy, and possibly lose me some friends, but in the end, I can only express what I know as truth. And I know there are many arguments that people will make for same-sex 'marriage' but those do not change the reality that marriage began as a religious institution that the state decided to recognize (and charge licensure fees for). That does not, inherently, give 'the state' the right to re-define the reality of what a marriage is. (Perhaps they got cocky when the re-defined murder as 'choice').
More importantly to me, marriage, by my faith, is not just a legal contract, it is a covenant, a sacrament, a sacred calling, a vocation. People will say I don't have the right to 'impose my will' upon others, and thanks to the system we live under that is correct and a wonderful thing. That does not mean that I cannot voice my dissent when somebody tries to twist something that is important to me into what it is not because they think they have a right to it.

Again, many will disagree with me, and legislatures will do what they will do (generally what is politically expedient to bring in money or save their jobs) but no matter what the state says marriage is, it does not change the reality. In the end, it is one woman and one man, brought together to share in God's miracle of creation. What I've written here are my beliefs based on what I have learned marriage is. I have friends that will agree, and I have friends that will disagree. When it comes down to it, we all have one voice. I hope we can express ourselves civilly, and if we disagree, we can at least learn about the views on the other side.

I don't want people to think that I am unfeeling about those with same-sex attraction, by the way. I cannot imagine the struggle they go through each day if they are fighting those desires and I do not envy their call either. We are all called to chastity, even within marriage (chastity- a call toward purity of heart) but for those with same-sex attraction, the call to chastity is a call to celibacy. In it, there is opportunity to give the gift of oneself in other ways, but it has to be a very difficult call. Most of the people with these desires have been told by our new modern society that it is okay to act upon them and that it is okay to use their sexuality this way. These people probably do not agonize over a desire to live chastely. It is their choice and some may say it is not loving of me to point out that it is the wrong choice. But if your neighbor was doing something against the body's original design, such as, drinking motor oil, wouldn't it be the loving thing for you to inform him that 10W30 is not good for the digestive tract? I know the analogy is a bit different as there are certain and immediate consequences to drinking motor oil, but in the end, it is basically just stating that someone is not using their body as it was intended. And if your neighbor, after you tell him, continues chugging 10W30, then you love him anyway and help him when he gets sick.

Thank you for reading this far.

God bless,

P.D.O.

TOB Tuesday! or 'Mawwiage is what bwings us togethaaah today.'

So a little while ago, in my post about Theology of the Body, I mentioned that I would be taking some time to address TOB as it relates to some specific subjects and church teaching. In an effort to actually do this, I have decided to institute, 'TOB Tuesdays' (although I'm sure that I will most likely be posting them in the wee, small, hours of Wednesdays). In this, the first 'TOB Tuesday, I have decided to tackle a topic that I covered fairly well in my initial post, but that needs a little more fleshing out.

Marriage.

When we think about marriage, what images pop into our heads? Some people reflect on their wedding day. Others think of some sort of pent up resentment that they are holding toward their spouse. Some people think it's just a piece of paper. I have heard it referred to as 'living together with a lawyer'. And the great Groucho Marx once quipped, "Marriage is a wonderful institution, but who wants to live in an institution?"

When I said I was getting married, I had a friend suggest to me, "Why do you wanna do that? After marriage it's just kids, and then all that's left is death!"

So marriage has not gotten a good rap through the years. Do phrases like, "the engagement ring, the wedding ring, and then the suffering." or "the old ball and chain" ring a bell?

They do not evoke the beautiful, 'happily ever after' image at all. It is like you are willingly giving up every bit of yourself, tying yourself to another person forever and in the bargain, you get to raise a bunch of kids! It will comfort you to know that according to Theology of the Body, marriage is nothing like that! Well, except for the willingly giving up every bit of yourself, tying yourself to your spouse forever, and raising a bunch of kids part.

You see, in the Bible, marriage is a pretty important thing. The Bible begins with a wedding (Adam and Eve), then Jesus performs his first miracle, beginning His public ministry, at the wedding feast at Cana, and the Bible ends with the wedding feast of the Lamb in revelation, where the Lamb and His church join together in full communion for eternity.

These three events actually map out God's plan for marriage quite well. But first, we need to address exactly what it is that makes a marriage different from all of the other relationships in our lives. After all, married people share each other's dreams and hopes, they love each other and want what's best for the other person. All of these are qualities of friendship, and very important to marriage, but not really exclusive to it. All of the things I just listed, I have shared with friends and family for my whole life. I can express all of my hopes, dreams and fears to any number of friends, including my wife, but there is only one of these people I give myself to totally, and that is my wife. And what is it that I share with my wife that I cannot share with any of these other people I love so much? It is simple. It is my sexuality. That is what makes marriage different from all of our other relationships, and that is what constitutes giving ourselves totally to another.

Without sexuality and sexual desire, there would be no marriage. When God created Adam, he was alone, there was no other creature like him, and it made no sense to him. His body was inscrutable on its own. It was only when he saw Eve that Adam finally felt the joy of being who he was. The joy of being a man, made in God's image, for the purpose of unity! Adam and Eve were the original image of God's plan for marriage and sexuality. They were able to see each other as total beings, body, spirit, flesh and divinity all together, given as a gift to the other. This union, this 'giving of the total gift' of oneself, was designed, by its very nature to be fruitful. A husband and wife give themselves to each other in such a powerful exchange of love, that sometimes, 40 weeks later, you have to give it a name! The Lord also designed Adam and Eve for freedom, because He knows that love cannot be demanded. Adam and Eve were so free in fact, that they were able to go against God's wishes, which led to the temptation and the fall of man. The fall led to one of the other failings in Adam and Eve's marriage, and that was faithfulness. While they were free to disobey God's instruction, they were supposed to be faithful to Him and each other. Where was Adam when Eve was being tempted by the serpent? Shouldn't he have been protecting her? And then when they got caught, he threw her under the bus immediately:

"The woman whom you put here with me- she gave me fruit from the tree, so I ate it." (Gen. 3:12)

 They were not faithful to God, or each other. So in Adam and Eve, we see the first marriage and the original intent for its foundation, (even though it was torn asunder by temptation and man not trusting God's plan). Husband and wife, FREE to make a TOTAL gift of themselves and be FAITHFUL to a FRUITFUL union between the man, the woman, and God.

Jesus was also an image of marriage for us. But wait, Jesus was not married. How could He be an example of marriage to us? In Jesus and His relationship with His Church, we see a perfect example of what marriage is supposed to be. Throughout the gospels, Jesus refers to Himself as 'the bridegroom' and His life is a perfect sacrifice for His bride, the Church. St. Paul clarifies this relationship for us in his often misunderstood letter to the Ephesians. He starts by saying that wives and husbands should be subordinate to each other out of reverence for Christ, and then he opens the floodgates of wrath from all of the modern feminists by saying:

"Wives should be subordinate to their husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is head of the wife, just as Christ is the head of the church, he himself the savior of her body." (Eph. 5:22-23)

 O....M.....Gosh! Did he just say what I think he did? Yes, wives are to be subordinate to their husbands. And that is where the 'tolerant', 'open-minded', 'accepting' critics of this passage leave off. But what is St. Paul's guidance to husbands? This is so good, I'm going to quote the whole thing....

"Husbands love your wives even as Christ loved the church and handed himself over for her to sanctify her, cleansing her by the bath of water with the word, that he might present to himself the church in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. So also husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one hates his own flesh but rather nourishes and cherishes it, even as Christ does the church, because we are members of his body."

(Eph. 5:25-30)

WOW! We, as husbands are to love our wives as Christ loved the church. Christ died for his church! He handed himself over, was tortured, beaten and humiliated before being put to death for His church. So in Christ and the church, we are given another example of marriage. Christ's love for His church was epitomized in His passion and sacrifice for her. He gave Himself TOTALLY, even to His brutal scourging and death. He gave Himself FREELY:

 "This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again.
No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own. I have power to lay it down and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Jn. 10:17-18)

He gave Himself FAITHFULLY. Unlike Adam and Eve, who turned on God and each other, Christ did not back down when He was tempted or even when He was in agony. Even in His prayer in the garden at Gethsemane, He said:

 "Abba, Father, all things are possible to you. Take this cup away from me, but not what I will, but what you will." (Mk. 14:36)

And most gloriously, Jesus' sacrifice for the church was FRUITFUL. For in His sacrifice, Christ conquered death itself. Taking all of our sin upon His shoulders, so that we could share in the Father's mercy and be given new life through Him. In dying on the cross, Christ made us all the children of God, brothers and sisters in His love.

So Jesus' relationship and sacrifice for the church, is the perfect example of the foundation that was established with Adam and Eve, but where they failed, He endured, thus redeeming this relationship and showing it in its purest form.

Jesus also spoke about marriage directly. When asked about divorce, Christ said: 

"Have you not read that from the beginning the Creator 'made them male and female' and said, 'For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh'?  So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore, what God has joined together, no human being must separate."  (Mt. 19:4-6),

and goes on to say,

 "Because of the hardness of your hearts Moses allowed you to divorce your wives, but from the beginning it was not so. I say to you, whoever divorces his wife (unless the marriage is unlawful) and marries another commits adultery."  (Mt. 19:8-9).

In this passage, Jesus affirms that Moses allowed divorce because of our fallen nature and that marriage was not meant to be like that. He confirms that it was supposed to be a total and faithful covenant between husband and wife lasting until death. 

So we have the foundation for marriage and its original intention damaged by Adam and Eve's inability to resist temptation, and a long period of struggling before we have the perfect example of spousal love in Jesus and His sacrifice for His church. But what Theology of the Body teaches is that as wonderful as the spousal union and the expression of our sexuality within marriage are, it is simply a foretaste of what awaits us when Christ and His church are brought into total union at the wedding feast of the Lamb. And before you ask, no, the wedding feast of the Lamb is not a giant orgy. The reason that our physical, spousal union is but a foretaste, is that the union that Christ and His church will have is a joy beyond our human understanding. It is a union not simply on a physical level, but on a spiritual level that we cannot yet comprehend.

So what we are left with as the TOB teaching on marriage is that as man and woman, our bodies were created with a purpose and a message that points us toward union with another. On Earth, that union is called marriage and consists of making a gift of yourself to your spouse. Marriage is meant to be free, in that you give the gift of yourself willingly. It is to be total, in that you hold no part of yourself back from your spouse. It is to be faithful, meaning that it is marked by fidelity and is life-long. And it is to be fruitful, meaning it is open to God's plan for new life. Marriage is one of the sacraments of the Catholic Church. Which means by its very definition that it is a physical sign of a spiritual truth. It is a union on Earth, pointing us toward a union in Heaven.

Is marriage an institution like Groucho Marx said? No, marriage is an institution, created by God as a sign of what we were made for.

So is marriage just a piece of paper, like a contract, concerned with what you get out of it? No, marriage is a covenant, life-long, unbreakable, and totally dependent on what you put into it.

See, it's just like I said at the beginning. Marriage is willingly giving up every bit of yourself, tying yourself to another person forever and in the bargain, you get to raise a bunch of kids!

What an awesome gift God has given us!

God bless,

P.D.O. 

    

Fathers and Daughters or The Practicality of an Electric Fence and a Shotgun

For Father's Day, my wife bought me a great book called, 'Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters', by Meg Meeker MD. The book goes through ten 'secrets every father should know' about raising daughters. I'm about halfway through and it is scaring the hell out of me! Truthfully, so far I have found most of the father-daughter relationship information fairly intuitive. The fact that girls can see their daddies as their heroes and that I need to model the way she should be treated by her boyfriends and husband because she will compare them to me (for better or for worse) is no great surprise. These things are daunting, but do not come as a shock. I mean, as a man, I have taken cues from my parents' relationship (for better or worse) and carried them into my expectations of, and behavior in, my marriage.
What I am most terrified about is the statistics in the book. The author is a pediatrician and quotes statistics that would (and probably should) terrify any parent of a daughter.

We are raising our girls in a world where:

1 in 5 Americans over age 12 tests positive for genital herpes
11.9 percent of females will experience forced intercourse
40.9 percent of girls aged 14 to 17 experience unwanted sex
11.5 percent of high school girls attempted suicide in 2005
10000 teens PER DAYcontract a new STD
90 percent of eating disorders occur in girls age 12 to 25

And those are just some of the hard studies. Girls are entering puberty earlier than they were a generation or two ago (as early as age 9). Just take a look around at the messages and images young girls are getting, even passively in the room when tv is on, let alone the younger and younger dissemination of sexual 'education' that they are in no way mature enough to understand.

This is definitely a world where girls need their daddies to be heroes and protectors. They need us to step up and keep them safe. Now as reassuring as it would be to just erect a gigantic electric fence, sit by the gate with a shotgun and call it a day, the possibility of 'locking up our daughters' is neither practical, nor any way to treat someone whom you love more than your own life. So we need another way to protect them.

The positive side of the studies in this book is that by being engaged, interested, caring.....  basically by being loving fathers, we can make a huge difference in our daughters' lives. But, there are more messages out there that are bound to make that a bit of a fight for us. Anyone who has watched tv in the last, oh, 20-30 years can't help but notice a shift in the portrayal of dads on tv. Where we used to have Charles Ingalls, we replaced him with Al Bundy. Where Cliff Huxtable once tread, we have Homer Simpson shuffling (and drooling). Where Mike Brady would engage his kids and teach them something, we have Peter Griffin, need I say more?

The father in many modern tv shows has become little more than another sight gag, valuable to the plot, perhaps, but portrayed as a bumbling ass so that even when he gets things right, it's mostly by accident (think of Tim Taylor and Ray Barone). Fatherhood has been marginalized as men have been perceived in some sort of suspended adolescence. We are shown as slaves to our own desires and impulses. We are portrayed as selfish morons who begrudgingly put up with our wives and children in between golf games, sporting events and trips to the strip club. It is not a good picture. And although I'm sure there are some who are happy to accept and wallow in this example, judging by all of the dads I know, it is not an accurate picture. It is also the last thing our families need.

What our families need is heroes. They need us to be bold. We must be the head of the family, but also the servant of our family. We must be warriors for the protection of our loved ones. I don't mean warriors in the sense that we are armed with weapons, picking fights or waging war on a society fraught with danger at every step. We need to be spiritual warriors.

Allow me to explain this a little further. I have a first degree black belt in two separate styles of traditional karate-do. I studied those styles for almost eight years, yet I have never been in a fight. The training I did, if necessary, could have kept me from physical harm. However, what I learned in my training, is that the self-defense 'warrior' is really more internal. It was more  in the way I carried myself, or being aware of my surroundings. All the time being confident that I could keep myself from harm if it were warranted.

These are the warriors that our families need. They need us to be strong, humble, caring, protective, and confident. They need us to listen, to set guidelines and be clear in our expectations. But most of all, they need us to be examples. Whether you have sons or daughters, you need to be an example of what a good man is. You need to show how a good man treats his wife, how he works for his family, how he listens and guides his children. Your sons will look to you as a mark of how they should behave and relateas they become husbands and fathers. Your daughters will gauge the way their boyfriends and husbands are treating them, by the example they saw at home.

We can't allow our role to be marginal. Our role can make a tremendous difference in the lives of our loved ones. This should be elementary, no-brainer kind of stuff. But as we are moving into the time when fathers have been trained in manhood by the television and we are battling the tide of irrelevance in the messages our own children receive, our job is not made any easier.

Might I suggest we follow the example of St. Joseph. When he brought Mary to Bethlehem, heavy with child, and there was no place for them to stay, he persisted and did the best he could for his family. When God's messenger told him to leave for Egypt at once, he did, without hesitation. He was a strong man, a humble man, willing to give of himself for his family and willing to listen to the word of God. Ask him to pray on our behalf that our Father in Heaven will provide these gifts and graces to us.

...and to quote another tv show from long ago, "Let's be careful out there!"

God bless,
P.D.O.

Happy 4th of July! or "We hold these truths to be self evident..."

"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

-Declaration of Independence, July 4th 1776

These simple phrases, penned over 235 years ago created our nation. The people of the United States of America, (before it was the United States of America, of course) were pushed to revolution because they were being denied freedoms which, they stated, were endowed upon us by God. Now I will readily admit that the Americans of that day were a little off track when it came to protecting God-given freedoms. We were a nation that still supported slavery, even by some of the men who wrote those words. A wrong that would not be addressed for almost another hundred years, and the residue of which, still affects us to this day.

So recently, I was listening to a radio show talking about the Transportation Safety Administration's pat-down of an 18 month old child (that was last week's story, before this week's story of a 95 year old leukemia patient) and a gentleman called in and pointed out that we were in trouble as a nation when we move away from the concept that these rights are 'endowed by our Creator', because we no longer think that people are entitled to those rights objectively. To be honest, the guy sounded a little crazy. The more I thought about it, however, I realized that although his tone was a little wacky, his idea was a pretty sound one. He ended the call by saying that in the end, we would only keep the rights we fought for, because if we didn't fight for them, then why do we deserve them?

Interestingly, the two 'victims' of the TSA are a perfect example of the flaw in this system. You see, when we only support the rights of those who can fight for them, we limit the freedoms of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to those who are strong enough, or powerful enough to defend their own rights. And those who are fighting, better have a good reason why their freedoms benefit everyone else, because you cannot fight without any ammunition (figuratively speaking, of course). In short, we descend into a utilitarian society. "Why should the state allow you to do what you want to do? What can you offer?" The judgement is then up to the subjective will of, well....... who? I guess that is the question. When we lose sight of the fact that these rights are given to us by our Creator, we leave the decision up to somebody else, don't we?

But that is not where we came from. We are a nation founded on the premise that we are all entitled to these rights, not because we earned them, not because we can contribute 'enough' to be worthy of them, but because our Creator, our God, made us all free. The concept is very old. God could easily have created Adam and Eve to only obey Him, only do what he wanted, but He didn't. He made them free. They made a mess of things, and His chosen people continued not listening to Him, but he freed them from slavery in Egypt and brought them to the Promised Land. He was just, and He reprimanded them, but he didn't leave His people. Later, even though we were all sinners, He sent Jesus, his only begotten son, to die for our sins. Did we deserve it? Had we earned it? Do we serve God 'enough' to be worthy of such a sacrifice? I know I don't.

So back to our two TSA 'Terror suspects'. What of those not strong enough or powerful enough to fight for themselves? Those at the very beginning of their lives, and those at the end, are not strong enough, or powerful enough to fight for themselves. And, quite frankly, in the eyes of those 'deciding' and those who don't think we need a 'crutch' like religion and God, these two groups do not contribute enough to truly value them in society. So we have a nation where the unborn's right to life is dependent on someone else's choice, and to suggest that their rights are important is to be attacked outright. Imagine, we live in a world where you are considered intolerant by asserting someone's right to life. The old and the sick are being pushed to assert their 'right to die'. But isn't it naive to think that conceding some 'man' has the authority to bestow these rights upon us won't lead to someone having the authority someday, to make that choice for us as well?

We need to realize that the first amendment was not written to keep God out of government, but to keep the government out of God. As we push the faithful out of the public square, and move toward a totally secular society, we must consider what a danger it is to be judged only on what your usefulness is, how scary it will be when somebody else gets to decide what your life is worth, and where we are headed when the government becomes our god.

I know many people will not agree with what I'm saying here and others will think that I am railing against the current administration. I'm not afraid of the current administration. What is scaring me is the overwhelming attitude I see in comments everywhere. In news stories, on Facebook, on other blogs, people seem all too happy to take the decisions once left to God, toss Him aside (because that's how we've been conditioned when it comes to public policy) and allow the government, or the loudest interest group, to make that decision for all of us.

I recently got into a Facebook back-n-forth (I do not recommend these) with someone who said that religion was only responsible for violence, war and hatred and the faster we can get it out of our government, the better. I literally felt like we were talking about two different groups of people as I know a lot of religious people, none of whom are the monsters she described. While I agree that religion should not be a prerequisite for holding a government post and the last thing I would ever want is the government casting judgement on, or creating any religion, (these are the things that the first amendment guards against), it seems to me that people of faith in government, have the perspective of the Creator's unalienable rights and of being blessed with gifts that we do not 'deserve' or do not contribute enough to be 'worthy' of receiving. We are a nation with a lot of hope, with a lot of promise and with a lot of sin. We need to be grateful, we need to try to live up to His expectations and we need humility.

As we prepare to celebrate the birth of our nation, let's not forget the words of our Declaration of Independence, the document responsible for the beginning of a bold experiment in freedom. An experiment that God inspired and nurtured. An experiment that could end sadly if those of us with faith in the Creator allow our voices to be shut out of the discussion.

Happy 4th of July!

God bless,

P.D.O.