transitioning from holy leisure!

Hubby and I have arrived home from our summer holiday. The past two weeks began with the celebration of a daughter’s wedding. It was a joy-filled event as we gloried in their love and welcomed a wonderful new son into our family.

As the happy couple headed off for their honeymoon, hubby and I settled into a leisurely routine of motor-bike trips, boat-rides, and simply sitting by the water soaking in the sun. I enjoyed too many fish and chip and beer lunches, read some good books, and finally watched two seasons of Downton Abbey that I had down-loaded on my computer. (I loved it. Hubby, not so much!)

I have blogging friends who continue to write faithfully during travels and holidays. I’m not so faithful or committed.  I really needed a vacation from writing. I also needed a vacation from my computer. (Except for said Downton Abbey watching!). For the most part, I was able to take a cyber-break and I’m glad I did. I feel refreshed and ready to hit the key-board again.

I hope to return into a regular writing routine this week. In the meantime, here is my latest article for the Prairie Messenger called roamin catholics vs. roman catholics.


10 thoughts on “transitioning from holy leisure!

  1. Today’s readings included John’s gospel on the hierarchy grumbling about the holiness Jesus & judging that HE was just the ordinary son of Joseph & Mary. I could not help but ponder the lack of our homilist’s understanding of this Gospel. Why not have a member of the laity share in the homily about the presence of the Holy Spirit in each & every member of the congregation? This homilist failed to realize that Jesus was scolding his leaders. He did not ask us to consider each other as holy persons.

    Lumen Gentium ( CH 37) of the Vatican II documents clearly calls for the bishops to support initiatives such as I suggest above. The catholic church with the big “C” has failed catholics with a small “c”.. Shame on your wasted meetings & failure to celebrate Vatican II. There have been worse times in the history of the Catholic church but what a waste of effort by the present bishops of the world especially in the USA. Your most effective recent effort has resulted in fewer parishioners holding hands during the “Our Father”. Why not change the beautiful prayer to ” My Father”

    Curtis L Biggar

    1. I often picture myself standing up in the middle of a homily and politely stating, ‘Yes….but!’ Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we not only had the chance to share our own reflections and experiences in a homily, but to also have an actual dialogue within the community?!

      1. Isabelle: I have suggested to my pastor, that we have a “synagogue sunday” where we meet after mass & dialogue about the readings with a priest or deacon present to keep the discussion in line. No response . No passion. He probably is offended by associating “C” atholic with Jesus own people.

    1. I love it too, Marilyn. And, find myself using it more and more…almost as a mantra! I suppose I need to keep reminding myself. 😉

  2. Thank you for the blog and its message. I came upon it a few months ago after having read an article that you wrote about introverts and extroverts.I must say that I feel a bit as if I am intruding on your personal space when reading your blog since I do not know you and you write as one would to friends. Such is the reality of the Internet.

    I agree with the message of your latest article for the Prairie Messenger. The pendulum is swinging to the right again. It is as old as the Church itself: are we of this world or not of this world? My son just got engaged to a beautiful woman of Ukrainian descent. I attended a service at her Church on Good Friday. They are all about mystery and ornate vestments and old traditions. And yet they are active, though I suspect a lot of their focus is cultural: keeping the Ukrainian culture alive.

    I attended Christopher West`s conference on the Theology of the Body last weekend. The theology is beautiful and says wonderful things about God and about humans…but the practical application can be a problem especially if you are gay or lesbian.

    I wrote this just to say hi and to let you know that I am reading your blog. Now I feel feel less that I am intruding.

    Rick Schaubroeck

  3. A warm welcome to you, Rick! Thank you for reading, and thank you for your response. These are just the kind of thoughtful comments that help promote a much needed dialogue. I do hope that you will continue reading and join in the discussions.

    BTW….I’m a firm believer in the community building aspect of the internet. 🙂

  4. Welcome back! I apologize for the length of this post, but I just have to share this. My wife, my 16 year old daughter and two of her friends and myselft spent 8 days in Colorado, close to Rocky Mountain National Park. We attended mass in Grandby, Colorado August 12. We sensed this would be different as we entered the front row pew where a woman was wearing a long mantilla.There were four altar boys(no girls found among them) in their black cassock and white surplus. Another sign perhaps to turn and flee before it was too late? The young priest chanted many prayers in English. The Holy, Holy, the Acclamation, Great Amen and Lamb of God were all sung in Latin. Clearly he embraced the New Roman Missal in a big way.
    During his homily he shared he was beginning to settle in there, riding horses. He talked with far too much detail about his swim across a very cold lake there. Then he proceeded to talk about the Olympics. He enjoyed watching women’s beach volleyball. But he was glad the weather was cold in England so the women players wore warmer clothing than the usual bikinis. He explained he tries to be chaste and the lack of bikinis helped. Really???? was my reaction. Somehow his homily then turned to homosexuals and gay marriage. He said alternative life styles/co-habitating (read gays, gay marriage) were wrong and went on to talk about this for quite some time. All along I kept asking myself how what he was saying had anything to do with the readings that day? My wife couldn’t stand it and got up and left as he droned on about no gay…….I was tempted but thought I would stay, mostly to see what happened next.
    My thoughts were racing. I remember him telling us to reflect on something while (in his words) “I say MY eucharistic prayer” I thought, did he just say “My eucharistic prayer?” It was clear HE is Father. He chose Eucharistic Prayer I. That was a sign. At communion the altar boys carefully held the paten under the chin or hands of each person. Afterward Fr. carefully purified his paten and chalice. The chalice, paten and pall were carefully covered by the veil. (I had to look these terms up.) It had been years since I had seen such a thing. So much of the mass was Fr. talking about himself, the attention to the attire of the altar boys, the fine vestments of Fr and all the motions and “things” that Fr. did. In his announcements he noted that he and the other priest in the cluster of parishes would be gone for a few days. He said a priest from Africa would be there to provide sacraments and mass. He said the name of the priest and then repeated almost mockingly or laughing at how it was pronounced. Strange. All the girls commented on that! I left mass empty and confused. We all discussed the experience when we got in the van to leave. My wife was still fuming and the 3 teenage girls and I were in disbelief. What was it we just experienced? How is it possible this even happened?

    Last school year my daughter wrote a paper for her religion class (she attends a catholic high school) called “The Catholic Church and Same Sex Marriage” where she quoted church doctrine and argued for same sex marriage. She thought she would send her paper to this priest for him to read. She thinks he needs to see things from another perspective.

    Why am I writing this? This was a significant experience for all of us during our “holy leisure”, aka vacation time. We soaked in the beauty of the mountains, hiked through forests, saw wonderful wild life and experienced all that God made possible. We let go of work and other responsibilities for those days and enjoyed it all. Yet, this experience of mass shocked me, and really everyone in our group. It left me shaken to the core. And it saddened me. It worries me that this is the future. It was a jolting experience in an otherwise happy, pleasant time.

    I needed to write about the experience. It certainly was a memorable event during “holy leisure”. I’ll be sorting thoughts about it for months to come.

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