Archive for December, 2007

A SHORT CORRESPONDENCE

[First, I forwarded this, which came to me as an email]

Why did Jesus fold the napkin? Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection? The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.
The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the  napkin was neatly folded and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.
Early Sunday morning,while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance.  She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, ‘They have taken the Lord’s body out of the tomb, and I don’t know where they have put him!’
Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see.  The other disciple out ran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn’t go in. Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside.  He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there,
while the cloth that had covered Jesus’ head was folded up and lying to the side.
Is that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes!

In order to understand the
significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of
that day.
The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition.  When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table until the master was finished.   Now if the master was done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers and mouth with that napkin and toss it on to the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, ‘I’m done.’ But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant knew that the folded napkin meant, ‘I’m not finished yet.’
The folded napkin meant, ‘I’m coming back!’

 [My friend Chuck, 'God's Cowboy,' wrote about it:]

I keep telling people on the web that there’s MORE to the bible than they think (HIDDEN MESSAGES) like the one this E-mail exposes).  Unfortunately, MOST of the people in this world think they know everything there is to know about the bible.  They refuse to BELIEVE GOD would HIDE MESSAGES.  Unfortunately, GOD wants us to PROVE our faith and be examples to others (lead by your example).  HE knows man has to be ENCOURAGED and REWARDED or man is NOT LIKELY to do things he doesn’t want to.  So HIDING MESSAGES is just one way HE uses to ENCOURAGE and REWARD us. 

Remember, HE said SEEK and you shall FIND HE was telling us the harder you work at UNDERSTANDING GOD and HIS MESSAGES the CLOSER we’ll get to HIM and the BETTER we’ll understand HIM and HIS MESSAGES.

If only man was smart enough to know what’s good for him.  When you think about how far out of our way we’ll go to meet a movie star or a professional sports figure you’ve GOT to wonder why we haven’t got time to get close to GOD.  How much more important is HE and how much more can or could HE do for us if ONLY we cared about pleasing HIM half as much as we want to please movie stars and/or  sports figures.

Have a GREAT DAY,

Chuck

[I replied]   Yes, I think God has hidden things for us to find out throughout His creation. As humans, we tend to look at everything in the way of simpletons. All my life I’ve heard the saying “God works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform.” That means more to me now than it ever did; for many years it didn’t mean anything! I think that when God does something, he makes sure that the part he plays in it is obscure, invisible or unperceived. He is so great that He can do things seemingly magically or effortlessly and without showing Himself, for He is Holy and above our scrutiny.

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Filing cabinet of the chaplain at the CIA has drawers labeled

CONFIDENTIAL

SACRED

TOP SACRED

CHILDREN, A BLESSING

I sent a short piece about visits from grandchildren into the weekly Voices  newspaper section in our town. After a few weeks a lady sent in a comment which is so faith-filled I decided I want it here on my Catholic blog.  First, my item:

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GRANDKID VISITS

How can anyone help but be fascinated with the wonderful way children can bubble over with love for their grandparents, a kind of love somehow different from the steady love they have for their parents (no behavioral psychology explanations please!) 

I have to wonder if kids’ love for grandparents is more pronounced when the grandfolks live off and away some distance, or when everyone lives in the same house, or on the same block.  Is there deeper affection when kids up north get to visit Grandma and Grandpa in Florida, escaping from the cold to orange trees in the backyard, and  fabulous theme parks, or does the grandparents’ house just down the street, with its candy dish, old photographs, and homemade cookies with milk, no less warm their hearts?

Next, the comment:

Comment: Well where [we're] here. Yes you heard right, after many years of waiting it was finally the time to move here to Florida. What took the time for such a big move. Well nothing else but waiting till my children, grandchildren, son-in-laws were ready. God blesses us with the ability to reproduce and with reproducing he provides us with commitments. Whether we follow his words or wander it becomes our choice… My children and grandchildren are my world. Without them and God my life would be blah. Without them and God my life would be meaningless. Without them and God my life would be selfish. Yet here in florida I learned many families live just that kind of life and have ask me why, just why would you want to live with all the chaoes, mess,noise people. I say because life couldnt be better. They look at me and shake their heads, not me, I am so glad my children have grown up and moved on. Are they really? So then the question is why is it do they move back to there childrens neighbor when they find themselves getting to the ripe old age or their health goes down hill? Children can only love if they feel loved. As only God has promised us everlasting life. So while I am here on earth, alive and breathing. I am going to keep on moving forward and loving the life that we all chose for each other. And that life is sticking together and never letting our children, grandchildren not feel the love and so much affection we have to offer everyday not just somedays. So to answer you quesion that you pose. Of course just of course the love is stronger. Didnt you always want you nana, grandmom around the one who never said no, the one who scratched you back, the one who made life seem so much fun, the one who your mother or father has become a reflection of. Every morning as my grandaughter come out of there rooms the first thing they do is run up to me and give me a kiss, hug and tell me they love me. What more can you ask for… There is definately more love and because they live here I do not worry about them running around, breaking things, getting into things I just enjoy them. And never want them to go away. Well all I can say is God is good and He blessed my family more then once. So keep faith and let God be your leader. Open your ears and listen God also has a lot to say to us. I will continue to pray that your hearts will soften and you to will find the desire to be there for not only your children, grandchildren, but also your extended family. Do not let time slip by or age get in your way. Life goes by quick. And they to grow up. Anna

God bless you, Anna.

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Two nerd kids on vacation, ignoring  natural beauty and the majesty of God’s creation, study tiny handheld device, saying

“Isn’t it awesome, isn’t it fantastic, isn’t it unbelievable!”

IMAGINED ART SCENE: A HELP IN PRAYING THE ROSARY

I was trying to develop a mental method of praying my rosary mindful of Our Lady, whose it is, and also mindful of the various mysteries that we are urged to meditate on as we

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Bishop to pastor about crying statue:

“I’m thinking the reason she is crying is because you placed her right in front of the hot air vent!”

NUNS’ TALES

When I was in grammar school in the 50s some of the nuns were more inclined to tell us stories than were others. When we found out that a particular sister liked to tell a story, we would importune her for more stories to the extent we could,  without crossing the line into being obstreperous. Someone ought to collect these nuns’ tales, which in some respects remind me of today’s ‘urban legends.’

One that comes to mind involved a man on a trip who stayed at an inn. He consumed a meal, but neglected to eat his bread. The inkeeper urged him to eat it, but he demurred, saying it was not particularly appetizing. The next day he left to continue his travels.

Some time later (was it weeks, month, years?) he stopped at that inn again, and ordered a meal.  However, the inkeeper confronted him with the old uneaten piece of bread, now horribly stale and moldy, and demamnded that he first eat this before receiving  any proper food!

I think some of the tales were drawn from the lives of the saints; perhaps this one was.  It has a kind of imbedded call to self abdegnation and humble appreciation of God’s gifts. I’m probably not doing it justice: I wonder if Sister ever wrote down any of her stories?

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Vatican official behind hiring desk to disapponted farmer:

“No, I’m sorry, we were looking for men interested in the Swiss Guard, not swiss chard!”

Bible Study Leftover

One of the recurring points of difference in our weekly reconsideration of the past Sunday’s readings is the wide range of interpretations of the ‘older brother’ who took a burn when the Prodigal Son returned and was so royally received by the gracious father, so happy to have his beloved son home again. It had never occurred to me that certain people would align their sympathies with the older brother, whom I had always taken as an example of someone not to be imitated, a mean spirited sourpuss fixated on the splinter in his brother’s eye, unaware of how the condemnatory log blinded his own eye.

I suppose one’s own past history, especially with one’s siblings, determines how these brothers’ contrasting personalities are seen, along with the way the father behaves. Not everyone sees the father as a type of God, acting perfectly, manifesting  the magnificence of mercy.

It seems to boil down to differing resolutions of the old tension between justice and mercy. The parable about the laborers who were paid the same for an hour’s work as were those who bore the burdens of the entire day evokes almost the same dissent. “That’s not fair!” seems to be the cry at the core of the criticism.

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Building has big sign - ABORTION MILL

Smaller sign on door - No children Allowed

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