Archive for October 2011

“Evangelunch”

It’s the new rage—or haven’t you heard? It’s not in Webster’s Gargantuan, beloved of English majors, that linguistic mammoth, but poorly imitated by those illustrious scientists working on the human genome project. Neither is it a valid search entry at urbandictionary.com. I checked. “Evangelunch,” is your new word of the day, but caution, kids: “Don’t try this at home.”

I was recently hanging out with a few friends on the UIC campus where I am pursuing my graduate studies. They both happen to be missionaries affiliated with the organization FOCUS and were pumped up high with the love of Christ that day—as usual. Choices of action were limited to “let out some pressure,” or “let out some pressure.” Solution: “let out some pressure.”

“Evangelunching” was the concrete pressure-release valve mechanism decided upon that afternoon. It is a response to Pope John Paul II’s call for a new evangelization, and to that call of God which exists within each of our own hearts.

john paul ii Evangelunch“Do not be afraid to go out on the streets and into public places, like the first Apostles who preached Christ and the Good News of salvation in the squares of cities, towns and villages. This is no time to be ashamed of the Gospel (cf. Rom 1:16). It is the time to preach it from the rooftops” (cf. Mt 10:27). –Blessed John Paul II

Have you climbed on your roof and started preaching to the birds? What about walking down Main St., reciting sermons from St. John Chrysostom? No? Good, because I could recommend a competent psychiatric ward if you have. There’s a time and a place for everything under the sun—perhaps even for rooftop screaming, but we can expect to find most forms of fulfilling Christ’s command to “spread the Gospel” better formatted to context and environment.

If our goal is to share the Good News, then we want to give people something they can relate to. I’ve gone with groups knocking house-to-house multiple times and have accomplished feats even more unusual, but this was the first time I walked into a university cafeteria, sat down next to someone I had never set eyes on before, and started up a conversation with the intention of explicit evangelization. Yes, Christ can be found even in university cafeterias.

dont try this at home EvangelunchPerhaps it’s obvious, yet I find it convenient to press the point again: “Don’t try this at home!” It’s easy to let ourselves off the hook of public evangelization, convincing ourselves that witnessing to Christ before family and friends is enough. However, if we have convinced ourselves of this, and if we haven’t found it necessary to locate a new pressure-release valve for some time past, then our pressure hasn’t been increasing and we aren’t “pumped up” enough; perhaps our hearts are not yet “burning within us.” (Lk 24: 32) It’s time to get creative, discovering new ways to introduce others to Christ. “Go out into streets; go out into the squares. Be not afraid.”


The Three Little Wolves

Once upon a time there were three little wolves. They were three bad little wolves, and all their little badness was in fact the fault of the little pig. That’s because there was no little pig. You see, if there’s no little pig to beat up and devour, then the three bad wolves have to beat up on each other. There—it’s all the little pig’s fault that the wolves have stolen each other out of their trousers and don’t have enough money to pay for college or healthcare.

barrel The Three Little WolvesOne little wolf went to Market (Wall Street,) one little wolf’s at the Dome (Washington DC,) and one little wolf went wee, wee, wee, wee, wee…all the way home. They all built their houses out of straw, the little wolf at Wall Street used other wolves’ money irresponsibly, the little wolf in DC taxed everyone and piled up national debts for children of other wolves to pay, and the little wolf that went home bought a house beyond his paycheck, purchased a car at 0% interest for eighteen months, greedily took out loans from irresponsible banker-wolves, and kept electing wolves who would  beef up the taxes and national debt for the greater common detriment of the next generation. And all those bad little wolfies blew each other’s houses down.

businnessman The Three Little WolvesThe Tea Party calls to account the greed and irresponsibility of the wolfies at the Dome, the Occupy movement call that of the Wall Street and banker wolfies to account, and the each man’s conscience call to account the greed and irresponsibility of the little wolfies who went or stayed at home. Perhaps Uncle Sam and the 1% bear a disproportionate amount of guilt, but no one is perfect, and it wouldn’t be a bad idea for us to do a little soul-searching of our own. After all, Jesus did say to remove the splinter out of our own eyes first in order that we may see clearly to remove the beam out of our brothers. “What greed and irresponsibility is still present in my life, and what can I change to be more like Christ?” Let’s post this question in our minds and hearts right next to our justified accountability-questions about the “other wolves.”

change The Three Little WolvesEach one of us has a little bit of a wolf in him; it’s a result of the Fall and original sin. Blame it on Adam and Eve if we will, the fact of our weakness will still, despite the application of our very best mental dry-erase markers, continue to stare us in the face. In all honesty, I ain’t perfect, though I am a work of God in progress. Let’s view our country’s situation not only as a problem to be solved (and let’s please solve it by all means,) but also as a friendly reminder letter from that best Friend of ours who by his grace will make us perfect.

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Top 10 Reasons You Shouldn’t Have to Pray

busy Top 10 Reasons You Shouldnt Have to PrayYeah… I know you’ve been busy today. What you need is someone to help ease your conscience. I’ve therefore compiled my very own “Top-Ten List” of reasons why God should excuse you for not praying.

1.   You began your day by singing “Stairway to Heaven” as you got out of bed. Doesn’t that count for something? Hey, we’ve all heard the saying that “singing is praying twice.” God should give you extra credit.

2.   To pray while you were doing your hair in the mirror could have been a serious temptation for idolatry. The Lord God is a jealous God—I’m sure that you just didn’t want to make him feel bad, right?

3.   That morning coffee you snagged as you hurried off to work didn’t really merit having grace said over it; it wasn’t actually a meal. And that donut you grabbed on your way to the office? Well, you needed to keep your mind on the road. Surely God wouldn’t have wanted you jeopardizing your safety while driving. Saying grace in such a precarious environment—one hand holding coffee, teeth grasping donut, other hand tweeting with i-phone, and steering wheel operated by knees in imminent danger of cramping—well, that could have been fatal!

4.   You spent your lunch time talking to some guy named Godfrey on Facebook. You really ought to be congratulated. Prayer is “talking to God,” right? Hey, maybe “God” is just short for something else.

5.   You were too stressed to pray on your way home after work because your boss expressed what he called slight dissatisfaction in a matter smacking of not-so-slight dissatisfaction. You were sure that God wasn’t interested in your problems. You didn’t want to bother him. That sure was thoughtful of you.

6.   You accidentally drove over your glasses when you left to pick up your kid from soccer. Prayer could have easily turned blasphemous if you were to try utilizing a prayer book. Perhaps “Oh my God I have heartily sorry for having offended Thee” would have ended up more like “Oh my gosh I am hardly sorry for having upended Thee.” That would have been disastrous! You also, by the way, quite innocently forgot that you could have prayed spontaneously without any textual aids, but that wasn’t your fault!

7.   You don’t have a walk-in closet and you can’t close the door on the one you do have when you are on the inside. Didn’t Jesus say to “go into your closet, close the door, and then pray to your Father?” (Matt 6:6) I know that you’re still working on resolving that design flaw in your home. Give it time and it’ll be sure to rectify itself.

8.   Pan Am came on just as the kids were safely tucked away in bed. How you do so love that show! Fortunately, you remember at this point that you had paid extra for “bounce-back” glass frames; you look at them and they’re hardly scathed. There’s nothing like the epitome of lameness with which to wind down a day!

9.   You are now so tired from such a busy day that the most responsible thing to do is to retire for the night so that you can wake up the next day, keep your job, and support your family. What else could God expect?

10.   TBD

I think that I’d better go pray now before it get’s too late…you see, I set aside periods of time each day for my priorities; prayer’s one of them. And oh, by the way, I’ll also be offering up all my actions of love and responsibility to God as prayers in themselves. Prayer’s really not so hard after all—though it does take an attitude.

 Finally, I think that I’ll just leave number ten blank as it is—as a reminder for myself that excuses never solved my problems.

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Tips from a Caveman

I had one of those existential moments this evening: you know, one of those winks in time where the world disappears and you find yourself suspended in an endless void, the only instance of life within five hundred seventy-eight light-years. No, I’m not a pessimist or a depressed raver; I’m just an unintelligible optimist.

The first thing that you’ve got to understand about me is that my life is an impossible paradox between spending my days running around doing stuff, just like everyone else, and somehow maintaining complete oblivion regarding the current stats of the second-to-last team in the NFL, the latest mediocre variation of Rebecca Black’s worse-than-mediocre song Friday, and the new American Idol’s favorite color. I don’t know how I manage to live in such a cave, but some people give me the impression that I do.

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Anyway, it happened like this: I was out and about after dinner, circumambulating the neighborhood’s Stygian sidewalks, spending some quiet time with God in prayer. Part of living in a cave—just in case you ever get the sudden inspiration and can’t duplicate the ivory handlebars of H.G. Wells’ time machine—is that you need to set aside some moments when you log off of Facebook, turn off the music on the i-pod, flip the switch on the TV, and turn the phone to vibrate or silence—all at the same time. Don’t worry, your appliances are engineered to work when you turn them on again, and they won’t be offended or jealous if you ignore them for a few minutes. My personal caveman mode is simple: open the front door and walk out.

caveman Tips from a CavemanWhere was I? Yes, “circumambulating Stygian sidewalks and talking to God.” That’s when the world was stripped before my eyes and everything stood stark-naked with only its true worth to speak on its behalf. I realized that even though I’ve been scrupulously entering caveman mode with Pharisaical regularity, I sometimes don’t make it into my cave. Sometimes I’ve just been running around during this time with a loincloth and gnarled bat, hunting saber-tooth tigers and woolly mammoths instead of my four-hundred thirty-ninth Facebook friend. Even cutting the technology isn’t always enough.

prayer Tips from a CavemanWhat is so fragile even saying its name can break it? Silence. I’m going to go even further and say “thinking it.” It’s obvious that the utter absence of brain activity might detrimentally affect one’s ability to pray, at least as we understand prayer in this world—so please don’t get any ideas about implementing Egyptian mummification procedures. Still, there is a certain need for self-control. Cutting the externals is important, but one also has to “want” prayer on the inside. The silence of prayer refers neither solely to an external silence, nor exclusively to an interior one; it can comprehend both types and yet is irreducible to their sum. The silence of prayers is above all that desire for union with God. It is, as St. Therese of Liseaux said, “a surge of the heart… a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love.” Prayerful silence is the disposition to pray. Prayer doesn’t “just happen;” it has to be nurtured.

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Soaring to God through Architecture

Rio de Janeiro last Wednesday celebrated the 80th birthday  of its “Christ the Redeemer Statue.” It’s time to celebrate and break out the churrasco. Enjoy some frango com quiabo and turn on the samba music.

Towering 130 feet tall and spanning 98 feet across, this 635 ton statue of Christ, its foundations anchored at an altitude of 2,330 feet, is visible from every part of Rio. Now that’s what I call making a statement.

sagrada Soaring to God through ArchitectureThe Cristo Redentor, as it is locally known, is Rio de Janeiro’s way of giving witness to its faith and heritage. This statue is to Rio as Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia Cathedral is to Barcelona and as St Basil’s Cathedral is to Moscow. Rio’s statue is, as these other landmarks are, a testimony in time and place to the faith of the families who built it. All around the world, people have amalgamated a common faith and diverse cultures into enduring monuments memorializing their belief in God for generations to come. These structures proclaim in a way that no one can fail to comprehend, “God is real and He matters in my life.” Click here to get a brief glimpse of the diversity I’m talking about. If these shots aren’t “way-cool,” show me some that are.

While the most important part of our faith is of course what is inside us, let’s face it, we’re human. As humans, we find ourselves living in a physical world, and we experience the need to express our faith through physical action. Christ admonished us to feed the hungry and to give drink to the thirsty (Matt 25:35,) not just to forgive sins and preach the Gospel. The spiritual realities of our world are incarnated in the material ones. It is thus not only fitting to build magnificent temples for the Holy Spirit in our hearts, but also to give testimony of our love and respect for God through those material structures we raise to his glory.

Pope Benedict summed up the value of sacred architecture along these lines very well in an exhortation to pilgrims earlier this year:

benedict Soaring to God through Architecture“Dear French-speaking pilgrims…through the countless monuments and sites you visit, may you discover the beauty of this universal heritage that connects us to our roots! Do not leave without reflecting on the beautiful ideal that inspired the builders of cathedrals and abbeys when they were building these brilliant signs of the presence of God on earth. Let this ideal become yours and may the Holy Spirit, who sees the heart, inspire you to pray in these places.” (July 17, 2011)

rocky Soaring to God through ArchitectureBeauty is not just something in the heart, but in consequence of the Incarnation through which Beauty Himself became flesh, has taken on physical form in so many other ways as well. One need only to ponder the exquisiteness of a wildflower’s color palette or the rolling panorama of a mountain view to realize this. To build a soaring cathedral or a monument overlooking a city in benediction is human language for thanksgiving and praise; it is a response to God for the gifts he has given us. God gave us the beauty of the world; architecture is an answer, an act of love in return.

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Comrade Pappy, Keep an Eye on Your Family!

Someone please explain this madness! I’m not referring to these laws or politicians; I’m striking deeper.

vaccine Comrade Pappy, Keep an Eye on Your Family!Last Sunday, Gov. Jerry Brown of California signed into effect a law that allows girls as young as twelve toreceive the HPV vaccine without parental consent. Human Papillomavirus is a sexually transmitted disease; why does he feel it so expedient that twelve year-old girls have parental consent waived for this? In 2007, Texas Gov. Rick Perry mandated by executive order that the same vaccine be included as part of the state’s school vaccine program. (This order was later repealed by the legislature.)

Meanwhile, the Dietary Supplement Labeling Act is currently being pushed through the senate by Dick Durbin of Illinois. This law, if passed, is projected to severely limit the production and distribution of basic vitamins and supplements.

Oh, and let’s not even dream of opening Pandora’s magical box with its three thousand pages of Obamacare.

Will someone please explain this madness? Some politicians want to force twelve-year old girls to take “safe-sex” injections, others are anxious to place bottles of Vitamin C only one step away from the prescription counter, and yet others want to formulate a list of medical regulations the length of the Encyclopedia Britannica. Will the real, sane guardian of American health please stand up?

“That’s right, any health claimants may now come forward. State your name, occupation, social security number, and your reason for demanding your health rights. Make it snappy.”

“Three…two…one…Okay, time’s up. The government will take it all from here. All private complaints may be filed in the complaint box located in the corner: its contents will be regularly reviewed six months prior to each election.”

baby Comrade Pappy, Keep an Eye on Your Family!“Where is the family?” we ask. “Where are the parents?” Few seem to care much about the infringement of parents’ rights, often including the parents themselves. Parents are, by political consensus, perfectly capable of judging whether a child may be allowed to live or not—as long, that is, as oxygen molecules have not yet made contact with the child’s lung tissue. Let oxygen molecules make contact, however, and then let our pity fall in solidarity upon the poor individual who thinks that he, whether parent or child-now-grown, knows anything about caring for his and his dependents’ post-natal health. The State has taken over.

dictator Comrade Pappy, Keep an Eye on Your Family!

“Yes son, you may address your father from henceforth as “Comrade Pappy.” He won’t mind. Neither will you.”

I’m not a conspiracy theorist; I’m an optimist, especially when it comes to people and their characters. I don’t for the most part doubt the general good intentions of our government leaders, but neither am I blind to reality: dear old uncle Sam is over-regulating health care.

Life is a gift of God, not of the government, and God gives it to man, not to the government. He gives it through the mutual love of two people forming a family, not through the government, and he gives it for the sake of the individual conceived, not for the sake of the government. By the way, did I mention that government isn’t directly related to the gift of life?

What is the government doing anyway? What is it and what is its place? The government is created to serve its people, not to control their lives. It should function according to the principle of subsidiarity, that is, the hierarchy or web of institutions in which each institution supports the others without violating the privacy, authority, and other diverse rights of its associate organizations. (John Paul II spoke more on this in Centesimus Annus.) Communism is a perfect counter-example of  an institution functioning according to the principle of subsidiarity; socialism has historically contained most of its same flaws. And yes, the legal issues I raised at the beginning are ones of a degenerate socialism.

Be wary of any law that undermines the nucleus of the family. Although it is sometimes necessary for a higher organization to intervene in the affairs of a lower—and this is in no way opposed to subsidiarity under the proper circumstances—many contemporary medical laws are, quite simply, invasive.

flag Comrade Pappy, Keep an Eye on Your Family!Be proud to be an American; be proud of your freedom. Protest infringements of your rights and relish the opportunity you still have to do so. God did not first and foremost entrust life to Uncle Sam for protection, but rather to you. If the government wants to offer assistance regarding the gift of life, well and good, but they oughtn’t to be intruding where they don’t belong. Isn’t the gift of life too precious for us to allow this?

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Gentleman: Extinct?

Following up with my last post, I would like to ask the question, “What happened to the historical “gentleman?”

 Typical contemporary conceptions of what a man should be are fed by blood-spattered video games and the stereotypical beer-belly lounged in front of a widescreen TV. No less than a two-and-a-half hours of football will suffice. The active man who prides himself on his vast variety of skills even knows how to sit on the back porch and barbecue with a propane-tank grill. How’s that for a Saturday afternoon?video game Gentleman: Extinct?grill Gentleman: Extinct?

 Yes, I’m stereotyping, and strongly at that, but isn’t there an element of truth to this? I’m not advocating a regression to stone-age charcoal grills, but it’s a fact that young men are graduating from their two-hundred-dollar X-box game control well past the age when my dad already owned a house. Football tradition, while not inherently bad, hasn’t exactly become any less addicting with the passage of time either.

 So what is a gentleman? I have seen the chivalry Gentleman: Extinct?concept reduced for the sake of a culturally-ignorant generation to a series of etiquette tips: “take your hat off, be punctual, give a firm handshake, etc.” Holding the door for a woman can even be considered politically incorrect, or may at the least be playfully poked fun at. The gentleman has become archaic, an object of study and curious imitation, an exhibit on display next to his cousin the caveman in New York’s Museum of Natural History.images Gentleman: Extinct?

 So what is a gentleman? We still have not answered the question. Perhaps no one can better describe him for us than his opposite sex:

 “The Victorian gentleman must have been really something to behold… For any woman who has dreamed of the “knight in shining armor”, the perfect man, or just a man who would give up the TV remote control, you have found him here. Remember, these gentleman mostly existed in the Victorian era. Few of us may be lucky enough to find one in the 20th century.”

 So then, the gentleman is not yet after all a species completely extinct. There may still be hope for him if the EPA can act in time. Let the “E” stand for existential instead of environmental, and maybe we’ll get some healthy food for thought.

 “Existential” refers to that set of conceptions and questions related to transcendent or spiritual ends. “What is the meaning of my life?”—screamed at the top of one’s lungs in Times Square might give us some vague idea of the kind of character our Existential Protection Agency is looking for.

 I find Russ’ distinction on his website between “surface gentleman” and “real gentleman” to be a good use of terms, though I find issue with his explanation of them as being rather impoverished. The real gentleman, in my own account, is the one whose actions go beyond etiquette, beyond trying to impress others or to win their respect. The real gentleman’s actions and behavior flow from his capacity for self giving, from his capacity to imitate God’s own love for us. That is what we were made for; that is the answer to our existential question.

 A gentleman, thus, is one who cares about others more than himself. The couch potato is just lazy and not even trying, while the womanizer or gold-digger is just preening his feathers with empty etiquette, concerned only for his own bloated and sensuous ego. The true gentleman will hold the door even when there is nothing in it for himself, for the simple reason that he is a gentleman. Whether he realizes it or not, the gentleman is someone who is acting as a true child of God, participating in the love of the Word-Made-Flesh.cross Gentleman: Extinct?

 Being a gentleman is therefore not complicated at all. Etiquette is a great addition to tack on—no one is so perfect as to be beyond improvement, but the true gentleman is a gentleman in his heart. By the grace of God, any man who wants to be a gentleman can. Oh, and by the way, don’t sit around waiting for the Existential Protection Agency to help you out—in case you didn’t know, it doesn’t exist—it’s up to you to preserve our species.


The Criminal “Y”

7:50 p.m. on a typical Tuesday evening finds me departing the UIC campus for Union Station where I catch a Metra train out to the suburbs . My twelve-hour day is transformed into a fourteen-hour one, first because the only trains at that time of night are all-stop ones, and yes, you guessed it, the next train doesn’t leave for fifty minutes. Isn’t it a relief that I met someone in my graduate class who lives near my house? She even, quite cordially, acquiesced to give me a lift when I, somewhat hesitantly, being a twenty-three-year-old male, made the request.

Well, it’s already half-way through the semester, but I can be sure of getting back for dinner at a less appalling time from now on. We had a great conversation on the way, each of us impressed by the religious lifestyle and moral beliefs of the other. All my fears of being rejected based on my gender were for once proved to be but wind. I’m easy-going and straight as an arrow; fifteen minutes usually suffice to convince anyone of this. The car ride back was closer to thirty. I felt relieved: a moderately decent Tuesday dinner time seemed clinched for the rest of the semester.

No man, however, can escape so easily from the curse of his Y chromosome. My classmate, later in the evening, sent me a text message apologizing that such an arrangement would not be possible in the future. She herself was comfortable with the setup, but was pressured by her boyfriend to “play it safe.” I’m back to my 10:00 dinner.

I don’t blame my classmate; prudence is, after all, a virtue. Nevertheless, I did feel strongly that universal punishment so often applied by society to groups of individuals at large. It hurts when we must suffer for the wrongdoings of our social group, but am well aware that I am not the only one in such a fix. This episode calls to my mind the countless innocent Muslims marginalized because of the actions of a few, the honest lawyers who are ridiculed along with their counterparts in our jokes, and the sincere politicians who are derided in company with the dishonest ones.

There is a real and objective reason for this universalized punishment: Crime is real and objective, and must be prevented; it is within one’s rights—and even one’s duty—to exercise caution.

We may ask “why?” Why must the just be grouped alongside the unjust ? I myself ask “why?” In my case it’s the criminal “Y.”

Understanding the truth doesn’t always make things easier; my criminal “Y”, for instance, isn’t any more respected by others for my better knowledge of it. I think that the answer to acceptance lies somewhere deeper in the heart, in a universal love for people to counter the world’s universal judgments. I find that by recalling everyone’s universal creation by by God, I am moved me to solidarity with them, even if it implies their caution against myself. I want what is best for the other, and I understand the force of need. When I am loving those who are doing no more than protecting themselves, my criminal “Y” becomes bearable. I still possess my genetic “Y,” but I am no longer compelled to pose my interrogative one.