In Advent we wait expectantly for God’s Love Incarnate. Not the gooey eyed love that we experience on a porch swing and a first kiss, but rather the long, hard fought victorious love that endures past a last kiss. The love of a God who so loved the world that he gave his only Son. The Love of our Lord who in the dungeons of Caiaphas, the agony of the Garden, and nailed to the Cross loves us, dies for our sins to be resurrected and gain us a path to Heaven.
The Love of Mary who agrees to bring God into this world and stands there at the foot of the cross. She takes that hard-won love with her to the house of John where she leads the apostles until she is assumed into Heaven and crowned its Queen. The love of a God that endures in the church and the sacrifice of the Saints. The Love despite our faults and sins is coming again to the Mount of Olives!
In closing, this poem came to me as a remembrance for my sister in law. This morning I believe that Love in the form of the Holy Spirit asked me to send this poem at the start of a new liturgical year on the Priesthood and Passion of Jesus:
Love does not come easy, it’s built in trials, minute by minute, day by day. It is built on sorrow, As much as hope, Tears and hardship, As much as laughter. It does not flit, It does not float, It is SOLID, and it ENDURES! Why love then? It is our purpose and mission, What we were built for, What God designed! Because love does not last, for a minute or an hour. It lasts a lifetime, and through eternity. So, drive on through the pain, And strive through the sorrow, And with one last kiss, Reach for the tomorrow. And, remember in waiting, Not the words left spoken or tears, But the smile and loving eyes, That resound through the years.
This Father’s Day I celebrate Dads as builders! I revel in those fathers that built buildings, built large families, built Turbines, built farms and built all of us up to love! Amidst all the tearing down recently in our country, it is time for us Fathers to build up! Here are four examples of Father’s building up.
1. Building a family with bricks and good earth. My Father-In-Law along with his wife built a loving family of 10 borne on bricks, love, and good Minnesota earth. The first time I met Cal, he took me to his Raspberry farm to work and to talk about his tractor. This was the same raspberry patch that my wife and her nine siblings learnt responsibility each summer. Later, Cal took me to see the buildings he built as a Union Bricklayer. As we talked, I appreciated how he built a family brick by brick, berry by berry. A man of few words, his example spoke volumes.
2. Building engines that power cities, civil life, and a family. My father Big-D was a dynamo! Like the turbines that he built at his work, Big-D energized civil life and a family through respect and love. He was a Union Vice President, a Cub Master, a baseball coach, and president of several civic organizations. He taught me and the community how to throw a curve ball, build a car for the Pinewood Derby, and how to negotiate to get what a worker needs and deserves. Countries are built on civic organizations not tweets! Read more here (American Anthem: More Crosswicks less Crosswise ) Dad along with my mother taught us how to live, love and learn in a community.
3. Building in the background with humility and hard work. God is the ultimate father as builder. He built heaven and this good earth which we are called to protect. And when God was selecting an earthly father to protect and teach his only Son, he selected St. Joseph. A quiet, humble man, Joseph patiently taught the Son of Man how to build amongst humanity with his hands and heart. Joseph stood in the background and let his work show forth through the works of the Son. Joseph prayed and sent a path for what all good Father’s wish for their Sons; a life that eclipses their own and sets the world aright.
4. Building bridges of love. My first three examples are no longer walk in physical form with us. But I know that their example lives on teaching us to build bridges of love across all humanity. I see the builder in my cousin-in-law Uriah and the example he sets forth for Jessica my cousin, and their two young daughters, one only days-old. I see it each day as he builds up the love bursting forth in a young family through hard work and compassion. Getting up at night to comfort a little one and waking up each morning early to work each day just a little sleep deprived. And I remember how hard it is to be builder and cheer as his family grows in love and to serves as an example to all of us that love knows no bounds.
A Father’s love knows no boundaries. It builds up instead of tears down. It builds bridges across humanity and through time! It is color blind and love rich. Let’s all be builders in our families and society!
What does it mean to be commissioned? The simple Webster definition is “an instruction, command, or duty given to a person or group of people.” But what is the instruction, what is the duty? Who gives the command and to whom is the command given? And is their one great commission that we all should follow?
I started thinking about this on May 24, the day when as a Catholic, I celebrate Jesus’s Ascension and the Great Commission. Here is the first reading that occurred on that day from Acts 1:
He answered them, “It is not for you to know the times or seasons that the Father has established by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, throughout Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
And what was the power that was bestowed by the Holy Spirit? The power to know that you are loved and to bestow that love on others. To live out the commandment in courage and strength that Jesus gave on the last supper
This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you.
This was the Great Commission and commandment that we are meant to follow. What happened on May 25th , 2020, the very next day after this celebration, was the opposite of the Great Commission. Call it the Great Betrayal. An officer who was commissioned: “TO PROTECT WITH COURAGE, TO SERVE WITH COMPASSION” did the exact opposite. There was no compassion shown to George Floyd nor courage displayed by the officers that renounced their commission.
Now as the nation struggles with this betrayal and the many that have occurred before it, we need to cling to the hope and love set forth in the Great Commission. We need to practice the three P’s: Protest Injustice, Protect Your Neighbor and Heart, and Pray for Love and Understanding. We have seen many doing just this but unfortunately there are others who tear down instead of build-up.
In search of hope, I look back and forward to two other commissioning’s – one recent and one happening this week. On Saturday May 30th, Nasa and Space-X went on a successful co-mission as they launched the first commercial manned rocket to the space station. The private and public sector blended their unique talents on a co-mission to space and allowed us to hope that we could boldly go were no man has gone before – a world were differences are celebrated. As Gene Rodenberry, creator of Star Trek puts it:
“If man is to survive, he will have learned to take a delight in the essential differences between men and between cultures. He will learn that differences in ideas and attitudes are a delight, part of life’s exciting variety, not something to fear.”
“The oath to support and defend the Constitution binds us together as one team, dedicated to defending our Nation and upholding its values. We strive to embody these ideals and aspire to live by our core values of duty, honor, and country. Every word, every action, and every attitude should uphold those values so that we may live and lead honorably. The Nation looks to West Point as an example of what is possible when people from diverse backgrounds unite and aspire to honorable living.
Consider how your words, actions, and attitudes impact other people. Are you building up others and making them feel valued? Are you strengthening trust within the team? Are you extending forgiveness, and actively listening to other points of view? Are you inspiring others to greatness? If so, encourage others to do the same. If not, then choose to improve—immediately. Muster the moral courage necessary to confront and solve problems with effective, honest, and empathetic dialogue that seeks solutions rather than sowing seeds of division and disunity.”
LTG Darryl A. Williams
Let’s build up instead of tearing down. Let’s celebrate the differences. Let’s love one another and protect each other’s heart. Let’s live out the great commission!
Christmas Day is near, And the path of life is clear, Let the hum of busy life end, To spend time with family and friend. And think on the one above, Who showered us with love, And gave us his only son, So one day we could all be one!
Last night I saw the movie Tolkien and I highly recommend it to everyone! A wholesome movie about a great person and one of the top 5 influences in my life. The movie documented the fundamental moments of Tolkien’s formation that was behind his masterpieces The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion. And as I relived his early life through early adulthood, I thought about how much Tolkien and his works were instrumental in my own growth. Here are the six key moments when the works of Tolkien formed me and changed me.
My First Book Purchase – The first books that I bought with my own money (you can read about how I earned that money here https://weightlossleadership.com/2018/01/14/a-penny-a-minute-a-lifetime-of-lessons/) was the box set of the Lord of the Rings. I have posted a picture of the Two Towers to show you just how much value for the money I got! I remember buying them like it was yesterday at Quakerbridge mall and then using the remaining buck and change on the new entry at McDonald’s – a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and Fries (1973) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quarter_Pounder . I raced home put my name on the cover in case someone tried to take it and devoured the books like I did the Quarter Pounder. I have now read those same books with pages falling out at least once a year. The first time I read them all in a weekend. For a ten-year boy in the 70’s, it was the equivalent of a new Harry Potter book (which my children equally devoured). I remember cowering in the bed as I read about the Black Riders for the first time and adding Frodo and Sam to my evening prayers.
Bonding with my best friend – My best friend in elementary through middle school was Paul. He loved the Lord of the Rings as much or more than me and we talked about it endlessly. He also introduced me to the Lord of the Rings allusions in Led Zeppelin songs such as Misty Mountain Hop and some Galadriel references in Stairway to Heaven. He also had pictures from the Lord of the Rings calendars decorating his room where we worked on building rockets for Mr. Pickett’s rocketry club. We parted ways in high school as our lives took different turns (The Road Goes Ever On!). But I will never forget the joy I had in discussing the latest calendar and references to LOTR by Led Zeppelin!
Love of Family – My Dad was a Steelworker, no-nonsense Blue-Collar man. He did not care for Fantasy, elves and hobbits. In contrast, I was like Frasier to my Dad’s Marty Crane. All through 1978, I looked for every news item on the upcoming rendition of the Lord of the Rings from Ralph Bashki. My dad got tickets for the opening day for the whole family, because he knew how much I loved it. He also got me for Christmas the LP Soundtrack. The movie was not good but my whole family sat through it as I tried to explain what was happening. They sat through it and tried to cheer me up as I was disappointed. Even though my brother David still ribs me by humming the March of the Orcs, I never felt more loved since my family showed their kindness and support for something I cared about.
My Senior High School Thesis – I love to write and get just as much joy from writing as I do from reading LOTR. I feel exhilaration after writing each one of my blogs and unlike most loved writing essays for school. My senior thesis for High School was one of my favorites – Christ Imagery in the Lord of the Rings! I am not sure if that is even a topic that is allowed in school’s today. I learned so much from studying this subject. Unlike Lewis who is clearly allegorical in the Narnia series, Tolkien is more subtle but nonetheless profound. Frodo, Aragorn, and Gandalf all represent elements of Christ. Frodo the clearest as he carries the heavy burden to Mount Doom. Aragorn as a king in disguise that leads to a new Kingdom. Gandalf perhaps the least subtle as he arises from the dead in white after battling the Balrog. Tolkien did not like allegory, but he did understand those fundamental truths that our highest calling is to sacrifice. I still remember the exhilaration of getting an A on the paper, but more so the feeling that the LOTR revealed a deeper truth!
Falling for the Fellowship – I waited for 23 years for the next movie version for the Lord of Rings – The Fellowship of the Ring. My wife and I had four kids waiting for its arrival! My oldest daughter Kate was at the age where she could stay up late to catch the movie with me on the first day (BTW – she is an English teacher!). It came out the day before I had to lead an Oral presentation for the biggest deal in my career. Nevertheless, I got the only 2 last tickets available for the midnight showing on the first day. In the last two seats behind a bar that partially obstructed my view, I and my daughter waited in anticipation. I was literally praying that it would not be like the earlier movie. I will not lie to you. When the scene of the Shire and Gandalf came on the screen, I wept tears of joy. Peter Jackson had captured the essence of the books that defined my life. The decency of the Hobbits. The goodness of Gandalf and the evil of the Dark Riders that used to make me shake in my bed so many years ago. This will sound like the ultimate geek, but I count that first viewing of the Fellowship as one of the top 10 moments in my life. (BTW It inspired me to win the most important job of my career the next day!).
Dancing in the Glade – I thought nothing would ever match the scene of the Shire but last night’s scene from the Tolkien movie did it. My favorite story from Tolkien is not LOTR but one chapter from the Silmarillion – Of “Beren and Luthien”. I love it for three reasons. 1. It examines the love between people of two different cultures (Elves and Man). 2. Beren and Luthien fight against all odds to defeat evil. 3. Last and most important, it shows the never-ending love between a man and his wife. For the uninitiated, Beren and Luthien Tinuviel represent J.R.R. Tolkien and his wife Edith. They were married for over 50 years. Edith was Tolkien’s muse and the anchor to his life. The image took my breath away as I sat next to my wife of 32+ years and thought of her in that glade. In the movie, they show Edith dancing in the woods in England, the image that Tolkien explains in his poem below.
“The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering.” (Read more here – https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/luthien).
Six events that shaped a life! Thank you, J.R.R. Tolkien and the makers of this film, for making this film that explains the life of this man who shaped me and so many others!
I hate flying on planes; doubly so after a hard week at work on a late flight. Such was the case when I boarded a plane back to Austin a few years ago. Little did I know that my temperament and life was going to change in mid-flight!
I had just settled into my aisle seat. I always get an aisle seat, especially back
then when I was a bit north of 250. I
had already gotten up one time for the person in the window seat. Now I was spreading out hoping against hope
that I could dissuade someone from taking the middle seat. It was not to be.
Near the end of on-boarding, a young clean-cut guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. People were pressing so he was standing directly to the side of me, blocking my way from getting out. I said in an abrupt manner, “I could let you in if you would move and stop blocking my path.” The lady behind him caught my grumpy facial expression, took pity on him, and moved back so I could let him in. Yeah, I thought, I now had a tall occupant with wide shoulders occupying the seat next to me. Fun! Time to lean out in the aisle a little more.
I glanced over to size up my neighbor, since by this time I
was feeling a little bad about how I acted.
I noticed three things off the bat that were different. First the guy was reading a religious book;
something not expected from a young man without a collar. Equally unique was the Miraculous Medal
around his neck; something you do not often see except on a Nun. Lastly, I noticed he had a rosary in his
Thinking I had a priest or a seminarian next to me, I began
feeling even more sheepish than I did before.
So, I decided to try and make amends for the way I acted and strike up a
conversation. I reached out my hand to my neighbor and said,
“Hey I am sorry about how grumpy I was a moment ago. My name is Don.” He replied his name was Travis Moran and we
struck up a conversation.
Wanting to find out more about Travis, I said, “I noticed from the religious book and the rosary that you must be Catholic. I am too, even though a few moments ago I may not have appeared to be. I was just about to listen to a podcast of Father Mike Schmitz. Have you heard of him?” Those who regularly read my blogs know I am a devoted listener to Father Mike Schmitz’s podcasts. He is an excellent speaker whose lessons on life and God are inspired. Travis promptly pulled out his cell phone and showed me a picture of him with Father Mike and others. Travis had just been to the SEEK conference in San Antonio and heard Father Mike and others evangelize. This was the first indication that maybe Travis and my meeting was not by chance.
For the first time in a long time, I decided to talk to the
person next to me on the plane. I
usually do not like to talk on planes.
But this was unbelievable. Travis
is an amazing young man. He was discerning to be a priest when he got another
calling to be a physical therapist for Special Needs kids in Connecticut. Working with his father and others, he treats
autistic and other special needs children at Crossroads Physical Therapy. I was so impressed by his kindness and
devotion to God that I was not sure if it was all real so I looked him up (see http://www.quchronicle.com/2011/12/this-is-me-a-man-with-faith/).
I now asked him about book that he was he reading. It was
called 33 Days to Morning Glory. He
explained that the book was a 33 day retreat to grow closer and consecrate yourself
to Jesus through the intercession of Mary.
Ok, I thought. A little deep for
me but he was so devoted I listened attentively. Maybe God was speaking to me.
We talked for another 20 minutes or so until Travis asked if
he could take time out and say his daily rosary. As we closed our conversation, he told me he
was praying his daily rosary today for my intention. I thanked him. Later as we left the plane, we shook hands and
I told him how much I enjoyed the conversation and prayers. Little did I know that this was not the end
of this change that started in mid-flight.
Or so I thought! Instead with at that late hour, I through blurry eyes bought another book: 33 Days to Merciful Love! Noting that I ordered the wrong book, I later bought 33 Days to Morning Glory. After reading a few chapters of each book, I put them aside as work and life distracted me. The original spark faded until several months later, when God broke through again.
I was on a work trip in Raleigh, North Carolina. I could not sleep and got up at 4 O’clock. Wanting to get some restless energy out, I walked the streets of Raleigh with my earbuds in, listening to the latest podcast from Father Mike. It was the opening homily for Lent and as he finished, he told his parishioners at UMD that he had a book for all of them. The book was 33 Days to Merciful Love! Here is the actual podcast with the link to the book https://soundcloud.com/bulldogcatholic/wholehearted-part-i-go-big-be-small I have never felt God’s presence in my life more, as a tingle ran down my spine.
Third time is the charm.
I could not ignore the message any longer. I performed both internal retreats covered in
the books. At the end, I consecrated
myself to Jesus through Mary. It was a
life changing experience and though not yet all the way there, those retreats have
helped me to grow closer to the Lord. I now hope to bring others closer to Jesus both
as a Core Team member with the Life Teen ministry.
I still tear up thinking about this change in Mid-flight and
Mid-life. I hope this true-life message inspires
you to put down that iPhone on the plane and to be a little more kind to the
person in the seat next to you. It just
might be God trying to talk to you!