Saturday, February 27, 2016

Book review: The Name of God is Mercy (Pope Francis)

I decided Pope Francis' recent book, The Name of God is Mercy, which is the transcript of an interview with veteran Vatican reporter Andrea Tornielli, would be a good read for The Year of Mercy.  Since I am cheap I requested it from the library, hoping that two weeks would be enough to get through it.  Then I started it and realized it would take me less than two hours to read.  For someone who definitely tends more towards the "justice" end in her decidedly black and white view of reality, this book was a wonderful opportunity to truly understand the definition and ramifications of mercy, but also to get a more inside glimpse into what seems to be at the very heart of our current Holy Father's papacy.

Early on, Francis defines mercy as:
"...opening one's heart to wretchedness...mercy is the divine attitude which embraces, it is God's giving himself to us, accepting us, and bowing to forgive.  
Throughout the book Francis speaks of the deep intertwining between mercy and forgiveness. In referencing the story of the woman caught in adultery (John 8), he further explains,
"Mercy is something difficult to understand: it does not erase sins. What erases sins is God's forgiveness. But mercy is the way in which God forgives, because Jesus could have said: I forgive you, now go! As he said to the paralyzed man: 'Your sins are forgiven!' Here, in this situation, Jesus goes further and advises the woman not to sin again. And here we see the merciful attitude of Jesus: he defends sinners from their enemies, he defends the sinner from a just condemnation." 
Francis does well to remind us that we are all sinners. Laity and clergy alike: from himself all the way back to our first pope, Peter, who denied Christ three times the night before His death.  We all stumble, over and over and over and over and over and over again.  How do we experience mercy?  By recognizing our sinfulness.  How do we show mercy?  By recognizing others' needs for forgiveness, no matter in how small a way they may express this.
"The medicine is there, the healing is there, if only we take a small step toward God...or even just...desire to take that step."
Quoting the author's words in the introduction:
"[God] overlooks no possibility, no matter how small, in attempting to give the gift of forgiveness.  [He] awaits us with open arms; we need only take a step toward him like the Prodigal Son. But if, weak as we are, we don't have the strength to take that step, just the desire to take it is enough.  It's already enough of a start for grace to work and mercy to be granted in accordance with the experience of a Church that does not see itself as a customs office but as an agent that seeks out every single possible way to forgive."
Ouch.  How often do I, in my own self-righteous sinfulness and misery, seek out every single possible reason not to forgive others?  But in the chapter entitled "Shepherds, not scholars of the law," Francis again reminds us:
"When a person begins to recognize the sickness in their soul, when the Holy Spirit - the Grace of God - acts within them and moves their heart toward an initial recognition he needs to find an open door, not a closed one.  He needs to find acceptance, not judgment, prejudice, or condemnation. He needs to be helped, not pushed away or cast out.  Sometimes, when Christians think like scholars of the law, their hearts extinguish that which the Holy Spirit lights up in the heart of a sinner when he stands at the threshold, when he starts to feel nostalgia for God."
Who am I to judge the way the Holy Spirit is working in another's heart? I do well to discern and understand His workings in my own heart.  And if He, who has no sin but rather gave Himself for our sins, offers unlimited forgiveness and mercy to those who have the mere desire to take a step in the right direction no matter how many times they stumble and fall again, why should I not also forgive and show mercy seventy times seven-fold (Matthew 18:21-22).

Reading this book, I can see why Francis is so easily misquoted and misinterpretted.  However, as with anyone from Pope Francis to Donald Trump (did I really just use his name on my blog?), it is easy to take a sound-byte and twist it into whatever meaning we are going for.  Taken as a whole, The Name of God is Mercy makes a seamless and beautiful case for the absolute necessity of mercy in the Church and the world as a whole.  Catholics and non-Catholics alike would do well to take Francis' words to heart, and I would wager to say the non-Catholic could stand to gain a deeper understanding of the Catholic Church's teachings on everything from homosexuality to the necessity of the Sacrament of Reconciliation as a means for forgiveness of sins by taking an hour or so to read this book than they would from a deep study of moral theology. (Note: I am in no way denouncing moral theology, but the context of this book makes a very simple, clear case for the aforementioned in quite simple, easily understandable terms.  A deeper study of theology would be a natural next step.)

So how and where do we begin to practice mercy?
"Let us examine...the works of mercy. We have received freely, we give freely.  We are called to serve Christ the Crucified through every marginalized person.  We touch the flesh of Christ in he who is outcast, hungry, thirsty, naked, imprisoned, ill, unemployed, persecuted, in search of refuge. That is where we find our God, that is where we touch the Lord  ...  Let us always remember the words of St. John of the Cross: 'In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone'."

Friday, February 26, 2016

Journal: possibly the most boring update ever

TODAY
Out my window: Sunny and cool. Good looking forecast though.  A bit of a dip mid-next week, but 60s and 70s otherwise.  Spring?

Around the house: Gemma has started helping with the dishes, and by helping I mean like real actual help that is helpful.  It is awesome.  I told her she has graduated from trash cans.  The boys can do those now, she is on dish duty.  I foresee both big kids helping with dishes more over the Summer.  I would love to have them unload regularly, but I vary so much with when I run the dishwasher that it doesn't always work to wait and let the dishes sit until they can get to them. 
 
The kiddos: Clem has been a bit of a grump lately.  It's like he's three or something.  Oh wait... Last night he woke up three times, once he yelled that Gemma had come in and torn his paper heart (I am still not sure to what paper heart he was referring), once he was mad because he wanted the dominoes.  Like seriously, I had to get the box of dominoes out at 2-friggin-30 AM and he was back to sleep as soon as he grabbed them from me and snuggled up with them, and another time and I don't remember the circumstances of that waking but at least it wasn't going to the backyard to cast his fishing line and reel it in. #yesthatreallyhappenedonce.  He also came in gurmpily at about 6am (dominoes in tow) and asked if it was "morming time yet" (he does this frequently, sometimes as early as 8PM, HA!).  I told him almost and he scowlingly asked why I called him then. Huh?  Aaron said, "go back to bed, Samuel." That kid.

In the kitchen: This week we had Dijon chicken with rice and steamed veggies; crispy chicken salads; chili; grilled pork chops with boiled potatoes and steamed okra (the kids still can't understand how we eat that stuff); and fish muffins tonight.  Up next week: chicken parm with pasta and steamed baby carrots; hot dog night!!!; meatloaf with mashed potatoes and steamed green beans; probably more salads and something meatless on Friday. 

Learning:  Gemma is working on three-digit addition and subtraction at school, and "Rocket Math"  (time tests) which she gleefully recreates for Kolbe, lettered-worksheets and all, at home.  One day she had me time her as part of her homework, so I set my phone for two minutes (or so I thought), and she had been working awhile and I said, "wow, this is like the longest two minutes ever, I can't believe how far you've gotten."  I had set the phone for two hours.  Yeah.  Mom for the win.  Her reader at school has some really fun stories, this week it was How the Guinea Fowl got her Spots.  I added it to our Africa list.  Clem is learning about letter Tt this week.

Reading:
Back to The Moffat Museum with all the kids.  Gemma and I finished The Latsch Valley Farm series the other night and it was hard to put that one down.  Or rather, it is always hard to pick something else up after reading something so good.  Sigh.  I think one of my favorite things about this series was how it dealt with weightier-ish topics such as sibling relationships, disobedience, death and even drunkenness very matter-of-factly and age-appropriately (and just appropriately in general).  There's so much junk out there, this series was just plain good, without coming across as trite or proselytizing.  Highly recommend.  I think we're going to go with Caddie Woodlawn next. We also started The Good Shepherd and His Little Lambs as a lead-up to First Communion.  It is going to be wonderful. I picked up an eight pack of Dr. Seuss bookmarks in the dollar bin at Target to give the kids on his birthday (3/2).  We all get a huge kick out of bookmarks around here.  Speaking of Seuss, our pastoral vicar read Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are at the school's annual read-night, and would you believe in all my Suess-lovin' book-lovin' years, I had never run across that one?!  It is really cute, we had to check it out ourselves after hearing it there.  And speaking of birthdays, I think we may read the Ralph Mouse books after finishing Moffats in honor of Beverly Cleary's 100th birthday this Spring.  One of our favorite Tt books this week has been The Tub People.  

 I am still making my way steadily through Fire Within.  Rich rich rich.  I also got The Name of God is Mercy from the library and am hoping to power through it in two-weeks because it's a new release and I can't renew it. I do have a three-day grace period though since we are nerds gold members.  Looks like it should be a pretty easy read, I made it through the intro last night.

Watching: meh.

Bringing me joy: Grace. Springlike weather. The kids. Holy Mass.  New tennies.

Thinking about: Oh! Oh! Oh!  I have two things this week!  First off, why don't they make workout pants that are not skin-tight anymore?  Like, I don't need a gunny-sack or anything, but I don't want my legs and butt to look (and feel) like sausages either.  Where is the happy medium lately??  I have a pair from Target.com ordered.  Review forthcoming...

And politics.  Wow.  I try to keep this blog pretty happy and light and nerdy and not get all bogged down in the heavy stuff, and I really am not planning on doing that, but just wow.  The Republican debate last night was a freaking five-ring circus. Really??  This is what we have to choose from?  There are some candidates I like a little (very little) bit better, and some not so much, and I'm not going to go into that here now (or ever), but wow.  Sigh.

Oh, and I suppose a third, this article on Seder/Passover celebrations was really informative I thought.

And
his would be why I always leave the "thinking about" section blank....
 

Pictures to share:  
Since I hardly talked about Kolbe above, I have a sweet picture of him.  He is wearing the good-deed beads they got at school as part of their Lenten practices.  He told me this week how sad he is that he can't marry me when he grows up because I'm the best mommy ever.  Goodness I love that kid.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Journal: almost spring. really. maybe.

TODAY
Out my window: Sunny and lovely.  You should see the 15 day forecast.  I know I shouldn't call it yet, but I'm saying early Spring.  Time will tell.  Because obviously I shouldn't count on the groundhog.  But I did move some plants back outdoors to the deck...

Around the house: Let's see, several things.  Gemma had this little shelf in her closet -- which I have dubbed "the traveling bookshelf" because it has spent time in nearly every closet/storage area of our house -- but it was too small to house her books and other items so it was just kind of a disorganized mess and nothing ever got used because it was either lost or too difficult to wedge from the bottom of the pile.  I should have taken a before picture.  I was all set to buy her a nine-cube for her room (which is the smallest bedroom in the house but has an amazing capacity for holding a large amount of furniture, really good door and window placement is all I can figure) when I realized that the kids have grown out of many of the toys on the nine-cube in the basement and it is more storage than we need.  So I hauled it upstairs to her room and we got it all organized (I wasn't too big a control freak about this, maybe, well sort of, um, nevermind...), but we're both really pleased with the results and the traveling bookshelf went to the basement to house the games and toys that actually get played with.  Win win and I didn't spend a thing.  AND the dog's box STILL fits in her room at the foot of her bed.  

I made a little Valentine's bunting for over the fireplace with all the Valentines the kides made us.  I kind of love it and will probably leave it up awhile even though Valentine's Day is over.
Starting to think about Spring wardrobes for kids.  We have most of the stuff we need, just a few holes to fill in.  Speaking of holes, I have thrown away three pair of Clement's pants and one pair of shoes in the past several weeks because they were literally threadbare.  Apparently little boy clothes can make it through exactly 1.75 little boys.

Trying to figure out my negotiating tactics for AT&T because we are paying too.friggin.much. for phone/cable/internet.  #firstworldproblems 

The kiddos:
Gemma started piano lessons last week.  I think it's going to be a really good fit and her teacher lives FIVE MINUTES from our house.

Kolbe started spelling words (as in, taking spelling tests) at school this week!  He is doing so many things I never dreamed he'd be able to accomplish.  That sounds lame and sappy.  I am just so pleased with how far he has come this year.

Letter H this week for Clem.  He has decided he doesn't want to do school, but if I call it "letter H (or whatever) things" he is good and will gladly work on activities.  Just rolling with it, I'm not here to force anything.

Starting to think about Summer activities.  VBS is a sure thing, and swim lessons at some point.  Art Camp maybe? Now that we are members at the Y, I think we will take a little more advantage of some of the things they have to offer...looking at baseball for Kolbe and a tumbling class for Gemma.  I don't want to be insanely busy, or turn myself into a taxi service, but it will be nice to have some things to keep us out of trouble (HA!) while school is not in session.

In the kitchen: This week hamburgers, beef stroganoff, hot dogs (see below) lime chicken tacos, salads (maybe) and veggie and shrimp tortellini. I have chili and Dijon chicken on the menu for next week which is really planning ahead for me.  Now to make a grocery list. And finish meal-planning the week....  I have made a couple batches of pumpkin and banana bread.

Learning:  The school had their annual Read Night this week!  Hot dog dinner, storytime in the library and games and crafts in the classroom.  It's such a good time.  I remember, as a teacher, going back for an evening activity after teaching all day wasn't always the most appealing thing in the world, yet just about every teacher was there last night, and they went out of their way to make it a "groovy" (that was the theme) good time for the kids.  So grateful for our school/Church community (and that they are one in the same).

Working the past week on establishing our Lenten routines and rhythms.  Simple and meaningful.  Doing the Lenten Cross readings (think Jesse Tree for Lent) again which I love, I think we will almost exclusively use the "real" Bible this year (vs. Children's versions).  The  Prayer from Morning Prayer is always a nice daily reminder/refocus for the season.  I was all excited to use this book but then as Ash Wednesday neared I just wasn't feeling it, and we're not doing the prayer garden this year either but have some neat activities for alms that involve helping other school kids and Kolbe has a little daily calendar of kind acts from school.  We are saying a decade of the Rosary at bedtime for a priest friend of ours and his new endeavors and I will tell you...the family rosary has always terrified me.  So much so that I've never even tried it.  We will do decades in the van along with a CD occasionally, but seriously, the kids are STRAPPED INTO ONE SPOT AND LISTENING TO THE PRAYERS ON A CD so how hard is that?  I mean, it's still meaningful, but it doesn't take heroic effort or anything.  Bedtime prayers are a huge source of angst for me so this was a dicey move, but it's going fairly marginally well. We've only broken one Rosary and as long as no one puts his Rosary in the wrong spot in the prayer corner we have mostly avoided knock-down drag-out fights.  Clem even beaded his own Rosary late last week (just a loop of beads, we leave off the anchor part when we make kid rosaries) and he and Kolbe have both been pretty diligent about wanting to follow along with the Hail Mary's.  I will report back post-Easter if I really live through this. 

Reading: Finally (long story) finishing The Moffat Museum with the kids.  I am totally nerding out over checking out great books each week for Clem's Letter of the Week.  This week my fave was Cactus Hotel which I really would like to own some day.  Making good then not good then good progress with Fire Within.  It's so rich.

Watching: usuals.  Aaron has gotten into this show about people who make knives.  It is mildly interesting but sometimes TV just seems like such a waste of time.  Bleh.

Bringing me joy: Prayer and carving out daily time for meditation.  Read Night with the kids.  Watching the kids' play that Gemma wrote (Mary Had a Little Lamb) this weekend, they were so adorable (see picture of the baa-baa lamb).  I love them.  Even when they push me to the edge of my sanity.

Thinking about:
Blah.  I should just take this category out because either a.) by the time I get to the bottom I don't feel like hashing out more of my random brain-dumps, or b.) whatever I am thinking about I don't particularly feel like sharing for any random person on the interwebs to peruse.  So yeah.


Pictures to share:
See above. I have tried for far too long to figure out how to embed the Mary Had a Little Lamb play and I'm not getting it.  Peace out my friends!!!