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Joseph’s Death

We don’t know anything about the death of Joseph the carpenter. We know Joseph was there for Mary when by the power of the Holy Spirit she became pregnant with Jesus; he was willing to quietly divorce her to save her from shame, but the Holy Spirit instead told him to marry her.

We believe he helped raise Jesus and then taught Him to be a carpenter. He cared for Jesus; but then Jesus taught us to call no one Father but God.

Does this dismiss Joseph and all the earthly fathers?

When Joseph died, was Jesus there?

I can only express my personal views, but here are my thoughts.

Earthly fathers, and mothers, are given the opportunity to minister to their children as the very representative of God. We do not replace Him; instead we are appointed stewards of the children that He has brought into the world.

So, just as Joseph cared for Jesus, our parents cared for us and so we care for our children.

I believe that Jesus was there for Joseph when he died. I believe that when the time came, Jesus comforted him as only Jesus could, and even knowing what awaited Joseph in paradise, I believe Jesus wept, just as we do for our own parents.

It only makes sense if you believe we’re travelers, passing through this life on our way to where we belong.

Biblical Quotations Updated

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I firmly believe that God has a sense of humor, and laughter is one of His gifts.

In that frame of mind, I find that occasionally I desire to update familiar scriptural sayings.

Genesis 2:24

“For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.”

21st century addendum –

And then children shall arrive. And the man and his wife shall see each other  only in passing as they take the children to school events, soccer, doctors’ appointments and all manner of things. And they shall wave to one another from their car windows as they pass one another on the highway, and though they share a single bed, they shall each fall into it exhausted each night.

I Don’t Know About Your God

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I see all the hate and discontent in the world today and despair at how many people go to war in the name of their god.

I don’t know about your god, but my God expects me to love my neighbor as myself.

I don’t know about your god, but my God demands mercy, not sacrifice.

I don’t know about your god, but my God does not cast the first stone; He does not condemn.

Although you and I may have different roads to our God, I suspect it’s the same one. Let’s do what we can to act in accordance with His direction.

How Much Faith Do You Need?

prayIf you had faith the size of the proverbial mustard seed; if your faith could in fact move mountains, would you be better off?

As I go through life enjoying its blessings and facing its challenges, I frequently remind myself that God has always taken better care of me than I could ever do myself. His plans have truly prospered me.

However, I wonder what it would be like if I went through life without any worries because of complete faith in God. Somehow it just doesn’t seem real.

On the other hand, as each challenge or crisis arises before me my first reaction is very human. Maybe I feel fear. Maybe anxiety. Maybe just openmouthed shock.

Then I catch my breath and turn to God, and profess my love for Him and my faith in His will and proceed to live life, face the challenge and listen for God’s guidance.

In my case, I believe that it is a profession of faith to turn to God each time. To be aware of the challenge, and consciously place this crisis, this time in God’s hands.

There may be some who have such powerful faith in God that nothing bothers them. I’m not one of them.

But then I think of Jesus – who had no lack of faith – praying alone in the Garden of Gethsemane.

I think He taught us exactly how to turn to God when we’re troubled.

How Sharper than a Serpent’s Tooth

"Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz" written by singer Janis Joplin with the poets Michael McClure and Bob Neuwirth, and originally recorded by Joplin

“Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz”
written by singer Janis Joplin with the poets Michael McClure and Bob Neuwirth, and originally recorded by Joplin

While waiting for my daughter to finish practice, I bumped into another soccer dad who commented how it frustrated him that his children felt they were entitled to just about everything. They never seemed to be grateful.

I confess that I thoroughly understood his feelings. Maybe it’s the fixation on “self-esteem.” Maybe it’s television. It doesn’t really matter.

However, I began to wonder how many of us treat God that way.

Dear God, I want a bigger, better, newer [whatever]. Amen.

Do we see God like an omnipotent Amazon.com and heaven as the ultimate “fulfillment center” with delivery promised by tomorrow if we pray today before close of business?

Maybe it would be better if we asked God what He wants for us. Trust in Him and then be grateful.

You Can’t Hide from God

Michelangelo Cistine Chapel

Michelangelo
Cistine Chapel

Genesis 3

“(8) They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden.

(9) Then the Lord God called to the man, and said to him, “Where are you?”

(10) He said, “I heard the sound of You in the garden, and I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid myself.”

The Bible is a marvelous teaching tool written to make us think.

When I read this passage, I don’t see it as God not knowing where Adam was, but instead as His way of saying, “You can’t hide from Me.”

We can deny His existence. We can pretend He can’t see what we’re doing. We can fool ourselves, but we can’t fool Him.

In other words, God is always near us.

When we’re tired, or lonely, or discouraged, God is near. He’s always close enough to hear the smallest, quietest prayer.

Why I Like the Bible Better Than the Internet

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On one hand, the Bible is a slow read. On the other hand, it has everything – poetry, stories of adventure, cleverness, succeed, failure, and a fair amount of sex and violence.

But that’s not why I like it.

When I read the news on the internet I get angry, depressed, upset and frustrated.

When I read the Bible, I always find at least something that applies to me – to make me a little better or a little wiser.

It’s not by accident that the word “gospel” means “Good News.”

When Jesus Was a Kid

From time to time, like all parents, I get frustrated with my kids. You know the drill – dirty socks in unlikely places; sudden disappearances when chores need to be done and convenient bouts of selective memory.

It makes me wonder what Mary and Joseph experienced when Jesus was a child. Although always divine, Jesus was nevertheless human, and as such needed to learn, just as every child does, by making mistakes.

I can picture Joseph searching his workshop for a tool that young Jesus had borrowed and not returned.

Mary wiping up Jesus’ spilled milk, bread crumbs or perhaps honey dripped on the table.

Mary probably wondered how one kid could get his clothes so dirty and Joseph was amazed at how quickly He outgrew sandals.

Makes me feel like I’m in good company.

Random Musings on Reincarnation

I really, really looked

for an appropriate illustration

but none of them were funny!

 

 

I don’t happen to believe in reincarnation, but the concept presents some interesting situations.

If you’re reincarnated, does deja vu feel different?

Could you be charged for 300 years overdue fines on the library book you lost in a previous life?

If you’re married in this life and have an affair with your spouse from a previous life, is it wrong?

If in a previous life you left everything to yourself in a next life, would you have to pay tax on the inheritance?

The worst thing of all?

All through whichever life you’re living, you’d know that when you come back you’d have to eat those awful tasting baby foods and suffer from diaper rash, all over again.

Saturday – A Day of Rest

Church of the Holy Sepulchre

Church of the Holy Sepulchre

In the Old Testament, God the Father rested from Creation on the seventh day.

I suspect that it was no coincidence that after His death, Jesus His Son also rested on the seventh day.

God always shows us how His plan flows together in such a beautiful manner.

An Imperfect World

This is an imperfect world.

It has been imperfect for thousands of years.

It was imperfect two millennia ago as Jesus was betrayed, unjustly condemned, tortured and killed.

But we are charged to be “in the world, but not of it.”

In other words we’re just passing through on our way to a better place.

Thanks to the love of a perfect Messiah.

The Rocks and Stones

Tomorrow is Palm Sunday, commemorating when Christ entered Jerusalem.

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I think his apostles had been waiting for this day, especially Simon the Zealot. Jesus the Messiah, the leader, the man who would lead the crowd to victory.

His welcome was a hero’s welcome. Palms and cloaks were laid on the path as a sign of homage and honor.

Jesus was the only one who truly understood what was happening. On the one hand He knew how important the trip to Jerusalem was for not only the Jews, but for the whole world. He knew that it was so important that if the crowd hadn’t cheered Him, the rocks and stones would have.

On the other hand, He knew that He would be beaten, abused, ridiculed and abandoned. He would face the very worst that Evil could throw at Him.

He knew that the crowd cheering Him would be replaced by a crowd calling for and then celebrating His death. He knew that the evil crowd would include many of those who cheered His arrival into Jerusalem.

But the rocks and stones didn’t turn on Him. They didn’t betray Him. They didn’t deny Him. They didn’t kill Him.

The rocks and stones remained loyal.

What the Elder Son Teaches Us

It was another soccer tournament weekend. It’s Monday and back to work, where at least the schedule is more predictable.

At least the games were spaced so I could catch church on Sunday.

Rembrandt van Rijn

Rembrandt van Rijn

The Gospel was the story of the Prodigal Son, which is often dissatisfying because it just doesn’t seem fair.

If the Prodigal Son story played out today, I’m sure there would be at least one lawsuit.

Our deacon gave the homily, and pointed out that the son who stayed home figured may not have merely been loyal and altruistic. The way he looked at it, he was taking care of his upcoming inheritance, so in effect, he was working for himself. Since he was focused on what he expected to get, he didn’t realize and appreciate all the things he had every day.

However, what he said next was what struck me. The deacon suggested that every night when the family gathers for dinner, we should start a litany of all the things we have to be thankful for. He suggested starting small, with such things as life, spouse, children. Each day add a couple of more things. By the end of Lent we may all realize just how blessed we are.

I thought it was a good enough idea that I should share it.

I Don’t Like Parts of the Bible

There, I said it.

With it being Lent, I’m going to try and be a little bit more diligent about keeping up with my Bible reading.

I read the Bible on more of an emotional level than an intellectual one. I don’t quote chapter and verse, but I do try to take the meaning to heart.

So what’s not to like?

I have to admit that I’m not fond of Job. It’s not that it’s a dreary story – which I have to admit, it is. I just have never met anyone who like Job confidently proclaims that he is without sin. (I’m not counting politicians or used car salesmen.) We all sin. Sorry, Job, but I think you’re in denial.

Then there are the Psalms. Reading the Psalms is like reading Shakespeare’s plays. Both were meant to be performed, not read. Imagine any other song that is read without the music it was intended to be paired with.

“She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah!”

A lot of the Psalms call for God to punish the Psalmist’s enemies. As I recall, Jesus directed us to pray for our enemies, not call for their destruction, so those Psalms seem a little out of date.

So now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I’m going to go do my Bible readings.

Pope Benedict XVI

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Today the Pope shocked the world with the announcement that he will vacate his position at the end of the month. Opinions and commentary abound.

My thought is that all things fit God’s will. I have no idea where this will end, but I am confident that the outcome will be subservient to His will.

That’s a comforting thought.

Can’t Escape God

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Michelangelo’s David

Yesterday I told everyone that I wanted to fight back against all the negativity by focusing on the good stuff. As I was pondering a subject for the blog something that shouldn’t have surprised me, did. For me, at least, it’s almost impossible to think about the good stuff without God becoming a part of the equation.

I was thinking of all the parents who are committed to their families. Their kids, who are not in the news because they didn’t do anything horrible or outrageous. Families who juggle school, sports, and other obligations with an eye toward sharing meals and breaking bread as a family. Divorced parents who maintain relationships with their kids in the face of extra challenges.

My thoughts went to the Old Testament when God sent Samuel to the house of Jesse in search of the king who would succeed Saul. Several of the sons were very impressive, but when Samuel thought that he had found a worthy successor, God told him no and said that He saw men’s hearts – what they really were.

When Samuel asked Jesse if he had any more sons, Jesse replied that his youngest was tending the sheep. David, of course, was this last son and the one chosen by God. David who wasn’t at home because he was the one engaged in his mundane chore.

Isn’t that like it is with us today? Today it may not sheepherding, but taxiing the kids, getting groceries or doing laundry. Yet God sees right through us and knows that we do these things, not for attention, certainly not for glory, but because we love one another and show this by our actions.

Next time when you’re exhausted but putting that last load in the laundry, or shoveling snow, or picking up the trail of school supplies, dirty clothes and whatever, listen.

You just might hear God saying, ” I have chosen you for this.”

Make It a Heartfelt Thanksgiving

I’m a Catholic, and we’re heavy into liturgical prayer – “Say two Our Fathers and three Hail Marys” sort of thing. One might think that back in history the clergy didn’t trust the common folk to come up with prayers on their own. The truth is that many people seem a little unsure as to what we should do or say when we pray.

The Lord’s Prayer appears in the Bible as the answer to the disciples request for Jesus to teach them how to pray.

Liturgical prayer has its advantages, but its main disadvantage is that the more routine it becomes the harder it is to concentrate on its meaning. I know my mind wanders…

“Give us this day our daily bread… Did I remember to pick up salt when I stopped for bread? Oh wait, I never checked to see if we needed milk…”

As such, I tend to try to put my thoughts into a prayer and pray spontaneously. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. When I say the grace before meals, I tend to thank God for family, home, the fact that our kids are in a good school and we’re generally safe. It’s a good list, but sometimes it becomes too comfortable and I say it without really thinking about it, much less meaning it. “I don’t see the salt on the table. Did I remember to pick up salt when I stopped for bread? Oh wait, I never checked to see if we needed milk…”

Jesus taught us that the two greatest commandments are to love God with everything we are, our heart, soul and mind. The second He said is “like it” and calls for us to love our neighbor as ourselves. Perhaps when He said they are alike he was also telling us that they go together.

Perhaps, this Thanksgiving we can pair up what we are thankful for with some way to put that into action.

If I’m thankful for family, maybe I should call Aunt Edna and give her twenty minutes to ramble on about how much she dislikes this or that.

If I’m thankful for the meal, maybe I should gather up cans of my favorite foods and donate them to the food drive or food bank.

If I’m thankful for the freedoms we have in this country, maybe I should sit politely and listen to the guy at work who enjoys discoursing on his personal interpretation of some particular law or lack thereof.

If I’m thankful for my relationship with God, maybe I should pray for all who seek Him whether through my belief system or not. I suspect that when all is said and done, God is going to grade us on a curve and the “A” for effort will outweigh the “D-” in subject matter expertise.

“Freedom from Want”
Norman Rockwell

Dear Heavenly Father, I thank you for this family. You know we love one another, but out of gratitude may we accept one another as individuals and celebrate that each of us is unique – created in your image and exactly as you wanted each of us to be.

I thank you for my home. Size and neighborhood don’t matter. It’s a home because it’s one little spot in the universe where this family can come together to love and be loved. Please always be here with us and make this home yours as well.

I thank you for this meal, and every meal we have. We don’t go hungry and are so blessed that we can pick and choose those things that are our favorites and avoid those that are not. May we realize how extraordinary it is to be blessed to this degree.

I thank you for this country in which we live. A country for which young men and women will dedicate their very lives because of the principles on which we are built.

Finally, Father, it was You who breathed life into each and every one of us – a gift that only You can give. May we look to you always as a child looking at a parent, for You to show us the way, correct us when we’re wrong, then forgive us. We’re especially thankful for your unconditional love.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Faith

I mentioned a few weeks ago how the media loves to jump on anything that challenges Christian faith. I can’t blame them, in a way. If you could prove that something held as true for thousands of years was not, in fact, true would indeed be newsworthy. You can’t prove a negative, and you can’t prove what is only believed through faith. However, you have to admit that the media reacts to these matters in the same way my dog reacts to a squirrel.

“Writings speak of Jesus’ wife!” {Squirrel!}

“Ossuary found of Jesus brother!” {Squirrel!}

“Einstein letter criticizes Jewish faith!” {Squirrel!}

“American Express receipt from last supper found! Jesus didn’t leave tip!” {Giant, ferocious squirrel!}

{Squirrel!} Sorry, the dog was on a roll.

Those of us blessed with it walk by faith and not by light. It’s a small but very personal miracle that we are privileged to take for granted. That’s pretty special, considering that even those who actually knew Jesus weren’t guaranteed faith. Judas lost his. Peter blinked. Thomas had his doubts. Paul had to be knocked off his horse to get his.

If you are blessed with faith, take a few moments and savor it. Then give thanks for the blessing.

You’ve probably seen a variation on this before. Notice that there’s no handle on the door. It means we have to open the door to let Him in,