In all the richness of these after-Easter scriptures – the bold witness of Paul, the growth of new Christian communities, the poignancy of Paul’s departure and his words of encouragement to those he is leaving, and in the wonderful circuitous word-play that the Gospel of John presents to us in the last discourses of Jesus (chapters 14-17) heard again and new throughout this late Easter Season, there appears a tiny part of speech, a little word which occurs repeatedly in the farewell prayers of Jesus and in the letters of Paul—It is the word IN. Continue reading →
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We just celebrated the feast of a great Dominican saint, Catherine of Siena. She imitated Christ in her many ministries to the poor, sick and dying. She also saw how Jesus advocated for the poor and vulnerable in his resistance to the “powers that be” standing up to the Pharisees, scribes, and priests who contributed to the structural evil that so oppressed the people.
Jesus was never afraid to speak truth to power and neither was Catherine. Her commitment for peace and justice often came in the form of letters. In the Dialog, Catherine hears Jesus say “the soul speaks…proclaiming the doctrine of my truth, in admonishing, advising, giving witness without fear of any harm…boldly proclaiming it to everyone in different ways.” She took this seriously which her letters reflect.
On Good Friday for the last 30 years, Hope House in New Orleans has sponsored and organized “The Way of the Cross, the Way of Justice.” Several organizations, including the Dominican Sisters of Peace and Associates, are invited to walk through the streets of downtown New Orleans and re-enact the Stations to represent in some way themes and issues in today’s world, for example, the death penalty, immigration, fair housing, etc.
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land.” (Song of Solomon 2:10-12)
In a blog I wrote last summer, I asked the question: do goldfinches tweet? How is it that they know to find the birdseed left for them in our backyard? Continue reading →
This past Holy Saturday, as on many others, I observed the empty space, the waiting time, by making Easter bread. It has become a cherished routine, and a special effort to bring scrumptious devotion to the Feast of Feasts. It’s my own adaptation, as I come from a background of soda bread and pumpernickel, and began with a recipe book, but now it is all mine with tweaks here and there, and with crushed anise seed and orange rind, and the eggs and flour and eager yeast, and the kneading and forming, by Saturday afternoon I am pulling an enormous, shiny double braid out of the oven and reveling in its incense. And anticipation. Continue reading →