Showing posts with label Pope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pope. Show all posts

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'."

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Journal: Pope Francis

TODAY
Out my window: Cloudy and gray.  Some beautiful glimpses of Spring this past week.  Oh we're so close I can almost taste it.  That said, it's pretty chilly today so I think we are actually going to have our last fire of the season this afternoon.  Crazy.

Clothing myself in:  Sweats, but Church clothes earlier.  Oh dear goodness, we went to an early Mass today at a different parish as my future sister-in-law was being received into the Church and making her First Communion and it almost killed us.  Really...getting everyone up, around and out of the house before 8...it was ugly.  Very, very ugly.  And we get to do this five days a week next year? Le sigh.  

Around the house: Quiet as I type this around lunchtime, my "big kids" got to stay and play at Grandma's for a bit after brunch.  We're in full spring-cleaning/chores mode now.  We have a bunch of stuff we do once or twice a year that is on our lists to tackle in the upcoming weeks.  I washed and lemon-oiled the kitchen cabinetry on Friday, and today I cleaned and treated our leather couches.  Aaron turned the humidifier off and reversed our ceiling fans yesterday (now you know just to what degree of nerdy we really are, yes, we reverse our ceiling fans during the Winter), and has been working on cleaning up the yard for Spring.  Still wanting to wash some windows, clean out the cars and oh am I anxious to plant some annuals here in about a month. 
 
The baby:  Has four teeth now...two on top and two bottom.  Those top ones give him the cutest little buck-teeth grin.  He would make a good rabbit.  We packed away his bath chair this week now that he is sitting so well.  He thinks sitting in the tub is pretty cool stuff, and has already figured out how to splash.  We had homemade (baked) potato fries last night and it was as excited as I've ever seen him about food.  He tried cantaloupe for the first time this morning and thought that was pretty tasty too. 
 
The kiddos:  Gemma may very well be the most curious child in the world.  OK, probably not really but wow.  So. Many. Questions.  What does this word mean?  What does that vehicle do?  Why do we...?  How do they...?  When do you...?  I love her.  I love that she loves to learn.  Some days it exhausts me though.  

Kolbe has been acting very "three" lately.  Like I told Aaron, "he's not naughty, he's just three."  Even so...  Did I mention the exhaustion?

Yesterday the kids and I went to the Zoo to watch the annual sheep shearing, I had just randomly read about it in their quarterly newsletter and thought it looked like something cool to do.  It was a lot of fun.

In the kitchen: Chicken Enchiladas (I'll use some of the homemade Cream of Mushroom in the freezer, and am hoooooping to have time to make tortillas again) with mexi toppings; Homemade Pizza (last time I made pizza I put extra meat and sauce in the freezer, so this will be EASY!) and green salad; family birthday dinner; Chile Rellenos and fresh fruit salad on Friday

Crafting: Nope.  Thanks for asking.

Learning:  Nothing out of the ordinary planned this week.  I think we'll craft some Daffodils on the first day of Spring, and I have some math flashcards I'm going to pull out to show Gemma.  I ordered this book of tracing for Kolbe, and he's also been working on cutting from this book.  So crazy, I pulled it out about a month ago and he was nowhere near ready, and now he is going to town. 

Reading:  I reworked the MY BOOKSHELF tab on the blog.  I've wanted for years to find a better way to keep track of what I read and it just this week dawned on me to do it here.  Duh.  I know there's GoodReads and other things like that, but honestly I just don't want "one more online presence" to maintain.  I'm also going to keep track of our family read-alouds in the same spot.  I finished The Lions of Little Rock this week and am going to begin browsing Rome and the Eastern Churches next, plus probably some more fiction, either The Giver or The Best Bad Luck I Ever Had.  Who knows, one of these days I may even decide to read The Hunger Games...  We are on chapter 2 of Heidi (I found a nicely illustrated, unabridged version at the library) with the kids.

Bringing me joy:  Pope Francis.  The new Papacy and the hope that it brings to our Church.  Watching the White Smoke live with both kids was really exciting (for the most part ;-D).  I'd had an inkling all morning (the Holy Spirit?) to turn on the TV, and am so glad I did around noon and got to watch it all as it happened.  I even convinced the kids to keep watching until the new Pope was introduced, and while there were a few more, um, intense moments, it was pretty cool.  It was so exciting watching it all happen live, and it's still remarkable to me the huge and good part social media plays in our lives and our Church today.  As I was listening to the Cardinal make the announcement it was like "Habemus Papam, a bunch of Italian, Francisco," and I thought, did he just say Francis would be his name?  But then Fox News (whom I thought did a really nice job covering the event, but maybe I'm just biased because I am obsessed with Megyn Kelly) was talking about Leo and Gregory and this and that and I figured I must have misheard.  So I was really excited to realize that his name was indeed Francis, and named for Francis of Assisi specifically.  The first thing that immediately came to mind (even before I was sure that was really his name) was, "Francis, rebuild my Church."  It was one of those goose-bumps, eyes well-up with tears moments for sure.  And from the little bit I've read (oh there are so many articles, I just don't where to start) it sounds as if he intends to do just that.  "Peter you are rock... ... ...and the gates of Hell shall not prevail against it."  God is good.  I guess there is a joke that he should have been Clement XV, to get back at Clement XIV who supressed the Jesuit order.  That would have been kind of cool, for obvious reasons.  Did you know the last pope not to have a Roman Numeral behind his name was in 914 (Pope Lando I believe? Who knew!)  Apparently John Paul I doesn't count as he deliberately took the names of his two predecessors (John XXIII and Paul VI).

Thinking about: See "bringing me joy". 

Pictures to share:  
Gemma and Kolbe with Pope Francis
 Wearing their butterfly costumes Gemma made.
Handsome.  See his toothers?