Brother Blue
By Gene Monterastelli
March 14, 2006 by Gene

Gratitude v. Poverty

Here is a copy of a talk I gave recently. The sound quality isn’t the best because I wanted to make the file smaller for easier download. If you would like a high quality version, let me know and I will get you one.
I am not going to blog until Monday, because I want this to be the top entry for a while. The content of the talk is probably a little different than what you are use to. Go into it with an open mind. I would love to hear thought on this. Comment link active below.
http://Monterastelli.com/audio/GratitudeVPoverty.mp3
Please let me know if you have any technical problems.

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March 1, 2006 by Gene

The Desert

One of the reasons I love my church, my faith, is its wonderful sense of drama.
It is easy enough to get caught up in the smells and bells because they become the rhythm of celebration, but they become special when it is remember why we do it.
This is especially true of lent. It begins with ashes and ends with total darkness, which is only broken by a single candlelight at the vigil.
If a parish goes all out, the statues are covered, the holy water is replaced by sand, and many songs are left in the hymn until the time of celebration comes.
It is suppose to be a time in the desert. We are purging ourselves.
In the past I have do my duty. I have given up pop, to candy, or sleep. All for spiritual austerity.
But why?
What did I learn from 40 days with out Resse’s Cups? Other than I had will power, not much.
Years ago I was visiting a friend in San Diego. After youth group, Jason asked if it would be okay if we made a stop on the way home to visit a friend. We made a stop at a hospital.
We visited a woman who made rosaries for Jason’s ministry. The first thing she did was made sure Jason pick-up the new sack of rosaries she had made during her time in the hospital.
It turns out Melody had a very unusual surgery. They had taken her intestines out of her stomach to untangle them. They were then replaced in her body. She was only the third person in the hospitals history to receive the surgery. It was very risky. The fact that she had lived past the first few hours was a miracle. After a few days she was allowed to go home.
Then it got worse.
She contracted an infection when the surgery was done. Almost certainly fatal.
Once again she fought back. That is when I met her. She was resting in her hospital bed, recovering.
In the short time we chatted she shared how scared she was of death. She also shared how embarrassed she was to be scared. Because in her words, “I know I am going home to the Father. Why should I be scared?”
She talked about how as her stomach burned (like it was covered in gas and then lit on fire), she would offer the pain as prayer for which ever young person would receive the rosary she was working on in that moment.
In that moment a light went on. Something being offered of someone else.
The act of suffering was not important, it was the act of thinking of the other.
The going without is not important, but the thought of the other.
My prayer for this lent, as I go forty days without music or radio, that in my quiet moments I not only take time to listen to the grace in the stillness, but that I am reminded of those who live with a void in there life.
Hopefully this quiet will not only create empathy in my heart, but action in my life.

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January 31, 2006 by Gene

Out Break

We are in the middle of doing 9 school and 4 parishes in 5 days.
When we arrived at school number 2 yesterday, we were greeted with:
“There has been a major lice out break. We have send 10 eighth graders home so far. Please don’t touch any of the kids.”
Through out our hour in groups of threes and fours the most of the school was taken out to be checked.
It turns out there was a multi-school dance. One of the other schools had the out break and passed it along while slow dancing.
My policy of not dancing as a middle school student would have paid off.

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January 21, 2006 by Gene

Receive

To be loving, there must be someone to love.
To be giving, there must me someone to give to.
To be caring, there must be someone to care for.
To be healing, there must be someone who needs healing.

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January 16, 2006 by Gene

Grace

I picked up a copy of Invisible Acts of Power, by Caroline Myss, in the bookstore. After reading the first seven paragraphs, I decided I needed to own it. They are as follow:
When I was growing up Roman Catholic, we were bilingual in English and angels. Miracles could happen every day. The invisible power of angels and saints was everywhere and their existence was a given, a fact, ordinary. It would have been unthinkable not to believe in them.
Every day was a saint’s day and gave us the opportunity to recognize the importance of a particular virtue or energy that each saint embodied. We regularly invoked the saints’ and angels’ strengths: St. Jude gave us the courage to face impossible causes; St. Anthony helped us notice and find lost objects; St. Francis protected our animals and taught us compassion for all life. Even as an adult, when I was selling my home recently and wanted to make it go as fast as possible, I borrowed a statue of St. Joseph from a close childhood friend and, according to tradition, buried it upside down in the backyard. Say what you will, but my house sold within days of that little ritual.
For some of us children, the angels and saints were our first brush with invisible power. These nonphysical beings peopled our spiritual world and surrounded us with their support. We were never alone, and when we called or prayed to them, they always answered. They were our first spiritual community. Their lives modeled the power of faith–proof that no physical force on earth, from political oppression to illness, could defeat heaven.
To this day, the saints and angels are invisible forces in my life. Yet I also have a faith in an ever greater power: the energy or grace, that animates our seemingly impersonal but intimately interconnected universe. We receive infusions of grace on a daily basis, but in the middle of the ever day tasks of making a living and taking care of out family and friends, can miss its subtle power. Grace holds together the whole of our life–and all of our lives collectively. It watches over us and will come to our aid if we ask.
Many times I have wished that I could convince others to have faith in this immeasurable, invisible force that surrounds and protects us. I feel profound bliss and answered. I have seen and experienced for too many miracles to believe otherwise. Like you, I’ve had to move mountains in my personal and professional live. Whenever I am striving mightily on my own, pushing and getting nowhere, I usually realize that it’s time to step back and remember that, “If ye have faith as a grain of mustard see, ye shall say unto this mountain, /Remove hence to yonder place, and it shall remove.” As the Tow Te Ching also advises, “Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity.” Nothing is impossible for you when you have faith-in yourself and in your purpose.
Faith is an active force–not a passive one–an invisible power, like love. It is not simply a belief in goodness, it is a belief put into action in the present moment. In the ancient Hindu belief system, faith also conveys protection, by giving us trust and confidence in the rightness of what we are doing. Faith enables us to have a positive attitude and hope even in the face of seemingly irreversible setbacks.
God work anonymously–invisibly–through these powers of faith, love, and grace. Perhaps this is because we humans are to meddlesome to be trusted with direct divine intervention. Remember that mortals in ancient mythology who looked directly at a god (who was not disguised in an earthy form) went blind or mad from the sight. God frequently sends divine grace through human agents who perform nonrandom acts of kindness.

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