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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

From Feast to Feast!

This Advent, we've had two special feast days land on Wednesdays, and the children in our CGS program have been quite busy celebrating them.

Since our parish claims "All the Saints" for our patrons, children don't just zero in on one saint to study and celebrate. Our Level III children will often research a saint in their work time and paint an icon (which adorn our wall downstairs!)


This year, Catholic Charities had a #belikestnick drive for their Emergency Family Shelter. So, on St. Nicholas' Feast Day (12/6), we invited a parishioner to come and bring his big red bag for the CHILDREN to fill with items that would help people in need. (One of the children was sure that the man behind the beard was Father Harris!) Side note: The workers at the Emergency Family Shelter recognized our parish because there is a parish group that has been preparing a Sunday meal for the families there once a month for many, many years. We were happy to help in a new way!

And on December 13th, a very ambitious group of 4th-6th graders have planned a feast day celebration for St. Lucy! Traditions for celebrating this martyr's feast day (which involved candles, star boys, and sweet rolls) captivated them. So they wrote a play and invited Father Harris and the other children in their 4pm session to come and celebrate Mass and a feast!


And this is not to mention preparations for Christmas!! Truly, we are a Holy Day people. Our whole liturgical year is a journey from feast to feast. It is beautiful watching the children embrace this rhythm of life that celebrates our communion with the saints in God!

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Prepare Ye

"The people who walked in darkness have seen a great Light" Isaiah 9:2.


This week, many of our Level I children as young as three years old heard these words spoken eight centuries before Jesus Christ was born. God is preparing His people for a gift, we tell them, and through the prophets, God tells us for what and whom, and even where, we should look.

A light. A star. A ruler. A son. Born of a Virgin. Emmanuel: God with us. Bethlehem. A child with authority. Wonder Counselor. God-Hero. Father-Forever. Price of Peace.

All of these things the prophets foretold. As we prepare these children to celebrate the mystery of Christmas, all of these signs point to that child who lays there in a feed box for animals. It's an incredible paradox: King of the world. Foretold for centuries. Heralded by angels. Lying in a manger?

It's all there, just like the prophets said, but it isn't quite as we might expect it. Good thing God pointed the way for all those years, or we might have missed it!

As the children grow, we offer further reflections on the Messiah "who is to come" from the prophets. In Level II (for 1st-3rd grades) and Level III (4th-6th) we hear about the incredible peace that will flood the earth. The wolf will lay down with the lamb. The young lion and the calf shall browse with the young child to lead them. No harm or ruin on all my holy mountain. The earth shall be filled with knowledge of the Lord as water covers the sea. There will be no mourning or wailing. Death will be destroyed forever.

Is this what we see on Christmas? Even the most stubborn optimist would have to admit it is not. Jesus is the Savior, and He did come to establish His kingdom. Yet we wait for the day when "everything is subjected to him" and "God will be all in all" 1 Cor 15:28.

With the children, we reflect deeply on the prophets' words because they have relevance for us today. The prophets had a call, a vocation, to listen deeply to the word of God--to encounter Him in their own hearts. From the depths of this relationship of listening, the prophet speaks God's message. It is not just to the people of their time, but of our time as well. Their words not only prepare us to recognize and accept Jesus Christ who is born on Christmas morning as the Messiah foretold, but to look and prepare carefully for the Parousia: that time in which God will be all in all.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Making Time, Making Space

In CGS we often quote the beautiful response of the Missionaries of Charity when they were asked why they chose to implement CGS in their homes and in the formation of their sisters.

"Because of the element of contemplation."

But what does that mean? Do we ring a bell and let the children know that it's time for contemplation now? Do we have the children sit criss-cross on the floor with our eyes closed in silence for 30 minutes?  No. Neither of these things.

Contemplation is a depth of prayer that is really a gift. You can't schedule it. You can't force it. But you do need to make room for it.

In the atrium, we offer the child the core truths of the Christian Proclamation (the kerygma) as content worthy of reflection and we give them free work time in order to go deeper. "We offer rich food," Sofia Cavalletti says, "but not too much of it." Then, as much as 75% of the child's time in the atrium is his or her own. With this gift of time and a prepared environment, the child can choose to work with any material he has seen, find extensions work that is related, or (in the older years) research.

Sometimes it will happen that a whole atrium will fall into a concentrated silence, and the catechists look at each other and sit down carefully and quietly so as not to break it! Other times, the children seem to "take turns" at being absorbed in thought, while others give the catechists a run for their money.

Then there are the days like last Tuesday. Two little girls in a Level II atrium decided to work together to make a prayer book for the atrium. One of two catechists in the room (both male) came and shared the girls' work with me at the end of the session. We stood in awe. We could never make something like this happen. We can only make space for it.

 "The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want. He stays with me wherever I go. If I get lost he shall leave the others and go to find me. He takes me to green pastures which I have my fill. I listen to his call I follow him because I know his voice. If another shall come I do not follow for his voice is not familiar.

"Lord I love you. I pray for those who don't. I love you I serve you. I give up my life for you. You are my Lord my God and my savior. You are The God That Makes Miracles you are the God that made the world. You are the God that made me.

"God I thank you. You gave us Jesus Mary the Saints and all the angels. You created them for me. To help me understand you. I thank you for my friends my family. For my relatives and most of all my life. I thank you Lord!"



"When you get a moment, without hesitating lower to your knees, fold your hands, lift up your eyes to heaven. Tell God inner worries, cares, faults, doubts, pain, catastrophes and ruckuses. In some ways God is like a candle extinguisher. The candle is all your inner worries, cares, faults, doubts, pain, catastrophes, and ruckuses. God's love easily put out the evil flame. So when you feel evil in you, take a calm moment and talk to God!"



Monday, November 27, 2017

Little Shoes

Advent is such a beautiful time of preparation and memory making. A friend told me long ago to be very attentive to what I do with my children in a season as charged as Advent and Christmas. Everything takes on the air and feel of a tradition!



One of those traditions is to begin our Advent with a small basket on our family prayer table that represents a manger. We have a container with pieces of yellow yarn and shredded paper close by. We begin on the first Sunday of Advent, by remembering that when Jesus came, there was no room for him, no soft place to lay his head.

Our family makes a special focus to make a soft place for baby Jesus in our home and in our hearts. Each time we offer a sacrifice or choose a kind word when it would have been easier to be harsh, we can put a piece of "straw" in the manger. On Christmas Morning, we process with our baby Jesus to the manger which has been prepared for him.

Another favorite tradition is centered around St. Nicholas Day (on December 6th). Our children remember (even if we forget) to set out a shoe (just one shoe in my family!) before bed on December 5th. In the night, "St. Nicholas" brings chocolate coins and one real silver coin and places them in the waiting shoes. Sometimes there is even a chocolate orange, but heaven help me if I forget to pick up the chocolate coins! (I found them at Hobby Lobby this year)! I've never thought to take a picture of the little shoes all lined up.

Getting ready for Advent this year, I can't help but notice that my children are not so little anymore (at least, most of them aren't), and my oh my how those little shoes have grown. We really do have only a few years with them when they are small. So I invite you, parents, to do as I do as we prepare for this holy season: take a breath and say a prayer for the grace to be present to and grateful for this special time with your family. The special grace of sharing this season with children is not a blessing that everyone receives, and those shoes won't be little for long.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Fence Post Theology



Early on in our marriage, my husband would joke that I could take even the most unrelated job or activity, such as sitting on the front step as neighborhood kids are coming home from school or starting a picture framing business, and find a way to make it a “ministry” in my own head. I suppose this is because my definition of ministry has always been very broad. A few years ago, when Dr. Matt Halbach came and spoke at our diocesan catechetical leaders meeting about the process of evangelization, I was vindicated in my belief.

Dr. Halbach outlined Pope Francis’ understanding of the mission of the Church as a ministry of accompaniment. It isn’t always overt, Sacramental (with a capital S), or even on church property. Often times, ministry is just being truly present to someone, even if it means standing at the fence post and talking to your neighbor. This perspective takes on an urgent significance when encountering people inside the Church building as well: before they can be “theologized” they must be evangelized. You cannot try to give someone moral formation (parenesis) or the plethora of theological details before they come to deeply know the proclamation of God’s boundless love for them (kerygma).

Years ago, I complained to my friend and mentor, Dr. Tom Neal, that I met so many people who are thirsty for God, who need Him in their lives so desperately, but that I felt incapable of helping them. Catholicism is so dense and rich that all I had to slake their thirst was a fire hose. Tom sent me a short little message that challenged me to place a higher priority on my own theological formation. He quoted Albert Einstein: “If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.”

The study of theology, especially my Catechesis of the Good Shepherd formation which takes the richest content to offer to the smallest ones, is a quest to understand God’s plan of salvation well enough to equip me in the ministry of giving a drink of water to these thirsty ones without drowning them. It is to know the big picture well enough to be able to help others form their own understanding, line by line, stroke by stroke. Theology and Ministry aren’t just the tools and approach we use for sacramental classes or catechist in-services, they are for the fence-post, too.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Faith Seeking Understanding


After all these years, I've finally decided to jump in and begin working toward a Masters Degree. People pursue masters degrees all of the time, but it turns a few heads and raises a few eyebrows at cocktail parties when a lay person seeks to obtain a masters in theology. Theology? Really? Why would you want to do that?

One of the essays I must write for my application process is about the concept that theology is really “Faith seeking understanding.” Some critics see this statement as the claim that somehow through study, one can take their faith and replace it with concrete understanding. This is, of course, ridiculous. Yet "faith seeking understanding" still is a definition of theology that I can reconcile with my own experience, because it does not mean for me that wish to systematically unpack each mystery and define it until it no longer evokes awe, wonder, and humility. It is rather the opposite.

One of my favorite stories, told to me by a Benedictine monk named Father Albert, was of St. Augustine considering the mystery of God by the seashore. He saw a young boy taking buckets of ocean water and carrying it to dump into a small hole. When the saint asked the young boy what he was doing, the boy answered that he was trying to put the ocean into the little hole he had made. St. Augustine replied that this was impossible, the ocean could never fit in such a small space. The child responded, “Neither can you fit God in your little mind.”

I remember considering this story in the quiet of a monastic Basilica as I looked up at the images of the great saints who had spent their lives seeking God’s face. I imagined myself with a little cup in my hand. God is like the ocean, and that little cup is like my mind. I knew I could never “fit” God into myself, but I knew that I could fit into God. So I decided to throw my cup into the ocean.

“Faith seeking understanding” is the decision to dive in to the wide expanses of an ocean that I could never see, know, or explore all at once or ever. The object of my faith is a Creator who has fearfully and wonderfully made us all and who desires us to know Him. I consider my desire to know Him in return and to seek to understand Him etched into my humanity and extending through all eternity. In other words, by this very seeking we anticipate the heavenly reality now and we wiill continue to practice theology even when God is “all in all”[1] and when the “knowledge of the Lord covers the earth like the waters cover the sea.”[2]




[1] 1 Cor 15:28


[2] Hab 2:14

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

It's a Work of Mercy, Dad.

We started a tradition about 10 years ago that our children will simply not let us break. On Beggar's Night we dress up the kids and sometimes even the adults in our family and head to a nearby nursing home for a climate-controlled evening of thrills and chills. Aside from the fact that there are copious amounts of candy, the night is a great chance for our kids to bring some joy to the residents, and to have a ton of repetition when they practice saying "Thank You" while looking in someone's eyes.

About 6 years ago, we decided to step up our relationship with the Care Center and make it a weekly thing to go and let the girls play their instruments or sing for the "Memory Lane" hour. This served a few purposes: 1) The girls had more motivation to practice their instruments because they were going to be playing in public. 2) Because aside from "going to church", I knew that we needed something in our lives that was a regular, on-the-calendar, thing, that would teach my children what it means to live as a Christian: to live for others.

Sometimes the concerts were absolutely wonderful. Sometimes, however, they were an exercise in restraint and pain. It's tough raising kids in front of people and it wasn't always easy to get the girls to offer their talents freely.

As the girls got older and our lives got busier, we have gone down to 1 hour visit per month. The nurses and aides line up the wheelchairs, and we come in with our guitar or ukelele, a few violins, and we play their piano. The girls pretty much put together the whole concert now, and I just watch (and chase David who is busy winning over the ladies). We try hard to learn the names of the ones who come, and our hearts have been saddened when we find that one has died since we were there last.

When the month of October rolled around this year, the girls were all busy trying to figure out what they would do for Halloween at the nursing home. My husband was giving my girls some guff about dressing up this year. "Aren't you a little old for that?" he wondered aloud.  "Dad," our oldest responded, matter-of-factly, "It's a work of mercy. When we dress up it makes them happy."

"Fine," replied my husband with a smirk, "Dress up. But you don't need to take any candy."

Then my 13 year old piped in, "And break their hearts?"

Visiting our friend Karen who always has some good candy for us
Matt relented and the girls dressed up as super heros (David was Clark Kent dressed as an alligator). When we walked into Beggar's Night, one of the nurses said, "Look, it's our most faithful family." I could see the girls' eyes beaming. I pray this lesson goes with them their whole lives. Whether it's with violins, guitars, or super-hero capes, anyone can visit the lonely and perform a beautiful work of mercy.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Making Silence

Last week in one of our Level III (4th-6th grade) atrium, we spent some time playing "The Silence Game." Some of the kids in the room thought that this was like the game our parents made us play when we were kids and they were being driven crazy by all of the noise. "One-Two-Three- Little Red Schoolhouse!" The point of that game was NOT to be the first person to make noise otherwise you lose.

"No, no, no," I said, "This game is totally different than that game. This game isn't to make you be quiet so that I can have some peace. This game is that we all see how quiet we can be as a group and find out what happens."

To prepare for our 5-minute attempt at "making silence," I read them an excerpt of the book, The Power of Silence, by Cardinal Sarah.

"Our world no longer hears God because it is constantly speaking, at a devastating speed and volume, in order to say nothing. Modern civilization does not know how to be quiet. It holds forth in an undending monologue... Thus there is a dictatorship of speech, a dictatorship of verbal emphasis... From morning to evening, from evening to morning, silence no longer has any place at all; the noise tries to prevent God himself from speaking... The tragedy of our world is never better summed up than in the fury of senseless noise that stubbornly hates silence. This age detests the things that silence brings us to: encounter, wonder, and kneeling before God" (paragraph 74).

I asked if they are ever silent. The ones who said yes gave the example of sleeping and reading. So I asked if they were ever awake without words or images or sound drawing their attention. Do they ever just sit in the quiet?

We prepared ourselves to give the gift of silence to each other. Even if most of us were to try it, if everyone were not on board, it wouldn't work at all. So we took a deep breath, closed our eyes, and listened to the silence.

Mother Angelica wrote in her book Answers Not Promises of the time she was placed in a lonely hospital room at the end of a hallway with no one else there. The silence and quiet was frightening, really. However, she learned more in those few days about silence and prayer than all of her activity had taught her before (and she was a cloistered nun!) She said, "I became increasingly aware that His ever-present act of creation is a silent one, whether it is forming a child in a mother's womb or a blade of grass breaking through the earth." In other words, when you are finally alone with yourself in quiet, you realize that you are not alone.

After our five minutes of mostly silence, I asked the children what they noticed. One child thought it was boring, while another said she felt like she was floating. Another said he started to remember things of the past. Almost everyone said that it was a good experience and one they'd like to do again. "Can we do it for the whole class next time?"

An adult assistant raised her hand and said, "I realized that I need to do this every day." So often we don't do those little things that help us take care of our bodies (like eat right and exercise) or our souls (like daily prayer), but when we do, it makes us feel so much better! We read in the scriptures that we ought to "Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10. God promises that He will come to us in the silence. So set down your phone, turn off your radio, and give Him a chance!

Monday, October 16, 2017

It Takes Time

8. The weekly atrium gatherings should last at least two hours, of which a small part is often dedicated to the catechist’s presentation, and the majority of the time is reserved for the personal work of the child. From the Characteristics of the Catechesis of the Good Shepherd.

In a recent survey about session times, I had an anonymous question from a responder about the possibility of offering a one-hour session that would make it more convenient for families to be together for supper. I know that many faith-formation programs offer time frames like this, especially for smaller children, so I am sure it is confusing when our minimum session duration is 90 minutes and some of them are 2 hours long. This time frame can be difficult to accomplish for small children and busy, working families. This is the reasons we are seeking help from parents to find the best time in which to offer their children a 90 minute or 2 hour session. But parents rightly ask: "Why?" "Is it really necessary?" And even, "Won't they get bored?"

In the Characteristics of the Catechesis of the Good Shepherd, there are 32 points of reflection that set CGS apart from other faith formation approaches, programs, and curricula. These points are necessary to consider because while anyone can use the name "CGS" for their program, there is no pre-packaged, annual purchasing of the program. The investment and is not in books or even in the materials. It is in the catechists and their faithfulness to their own formation.

So the short answer as to why we offer longer sessions is therefore pretty simple: because we want to be as faithful as we can to this time-tested approach to formation for children. A better answer is because we have seen something quite remarkable in the children: a desire to be here longer!

In answer to the question about boredom, Sofia Cavalletti, an internationally-known biblical scholar and one of the foundresses of CGS, writes in her book The Religious Potential of the Child, "We should not alter too often or too rapidly the object of the child's attention, in which case the child would defend himself with an intentional indifference to this wearying, continuous movie. If the child does not have the time to dwell on anything, then everything will come to seem the same to him and he will lose interest in all things" (RPOC, 112.) When we see indifference to the mystery of God, it is not a sign we need to hurry up or give more information, but that the child may need us to slow down and give him more time to ponder.

The children have shown us over and over that this time is not a burden to them. Even at an hour and a half, they will groan and sigh when the catechist rings the bell indicating that it is time to restore our work and finish up for the day.

When the Missionaries of Charity (St. Teresa of Calcutta's order) decided to use Catechesis of the Good Shepherd in their work with children (and more interestingly: in the formation of their new sisters!) they were asked, "What have you found in CGS that is different from other catechesis?" The answer: "Contemplation."  It is not the child alone who experiences this opportunity for deep prayer and contemplation in the atrium. Probably the single greatest reason there is so little turnover of catechists in CGS is that in this approach, the catechist has time to see the child's quiet and individual encounter with God - that "incandescent moment of the meeting with God [which] occurs in secret between the Lord and His creatures" (RPOC, 53).

The content of CGS is nothing new to religious formation. We teach the faith. The striking difference comes in the way we prepare a space and allow time for the children to contemplate the mysteries they receive. In fact, the time in the atrium in which the child is receiving presentations (lessons) is much, much shorter than the time we leave for their personal work and reflection.

To those parents of small children for whom this time commitment can be a challenge: as a mother of little ones, too, I understand your difficulties. It can be hard to trust your little "seedlings" to an approach that seems so different than others around. But after 12 years in this work of CGS (which is over 60 years old and has spread throughout 38 countries in the world), I can testify that the investment in toddlers and 3, 4, and 5 year olds has already borne great fruit in countless families in our area and beyond. It just takes time to see it.

Monday, October 2, 2017

Going to the Edges

"In our day Jesus’ command to “go and make disciples” echoes in the changing scenarios and ever new challenges to the Church’s mission of evangelization, and all of us are called to take part in this new missionary “going forth”. Each Christian and every community must discern the path that the Lord points out, but all of us are asked to obey his call to go forth from our own comfort zone in order to reach all the “peripheries” in need of the light of the Gospel," (Pope Francis, Joy of the Gospel, 20).

Last week I attended a catechetical leaders meeting that focused on "Inclusive Ministry." The two-hour presentation focused on practical ideas for ways that our parish religious education programs can reach out to families with children who have special needs and do a better job of serving them. The conversation drew wider as we considered who in our communities is most in need of someone to pay attention to them and let them know that they, too, are part of the community.

It sort of felt like an examination of conscience for ministry leaders. Am I spending most of my time and resources serving the people it's most easy to serve? Or am I looking to serve the ones who are in most need of the saving news and consolation of the Gospel? Am I mostly serving the ones who are comfortably "in the middle" or am I being attentive to those who are on the edges?

This discernment of the "path the lord points out" will involve a good deal of work and a lot of discussion. We have a few volunteers who are planning to attend an upcoming Inclusive Ministry Conference (www.inclusiveministryconference.com) in November, and this is open to parents and volunteers and parish ministers alike! One thing is certain, it will take a lot of "workers in the vineyard" to identify and do the work our parish is called to do.

In our CGS program, we are putting together a sort of "task force" of interested catechists and volunteers who want to help build resources to serve children with special needs. Children who are less verbal or who are more in need of structure and schedule building will soon have a "schedule builder" with pictures of actual materials and work choices in the atria so that they can plan their time in the atrium with their catechist.

Following the lead of St. Francis of Assisi Parish's Special Needs Ministry, we are also working on the development of a picture missal that will be available in all of the pews for anyone who would benefit from having a visual way to follow what is happening in Mass. (We are looking for sponsors to help us in the printing of this project!)


Also, on the parish side, we are excited to announce that we have three assistive listening devices available (from the ushers at the main entrance) for parishioners who could use this assistance to hear the Gospel proclaimed at Mass more clearly. We are also looking for ways to better serve our parishioners who are not able to receive our Lord in the host at communion because of Celiac Disease or other reasons.

As Pope Francis says, we are not likely going to be able to help parishioners and community members while we sit comfortably in our comfort zone. I don't know what it will look like for our parish, but I invite you into the conversation. First, I suppose, we ought to explore those edges, those peripheries, and find out just who is out there. Then we will have three big questions to answer: What can we do? Who will help do it? What does it look like for us to go and make disciples of ALL?

Monday, September 25, 2017

Good Will Hunting

I remember the moment, 15 years ago, when I lay in the dark and prayed: "God, please give me a friend."

I was newly married, a new mom, in a new community, and I barely knew anyone. No one invited me over for coffee and a chat. No one came over for supper and drinks. Praise God I had aunts and uncles nearby, but in the day-to-day grind, I was pretty lonely. I was hunting for a new friend.

I didn't know what I was looking for. But even at 23 years old, I already knew that friendships don't always go smoothly. The problem of friendship is deeply linked to the problem of being human: how terrifying it is that we aren't perfect. Our great fear is that one day people are going to find us out and realize that we're a hot mess hiding behind smoke and mirrors and be done with us.

I have some regrets in friendship in my life. Even in my zeal to be a good person or to do the right thing, I have sometimes hurt people. Some of my friends have done the same to me. Navigating the right course of action isn't always easy, and despite our best intentions, we sometimes miss the mark. But if being perfect is a condition of being someone's friend, I think we are all doomed to a lonely existence.

I remember reading in my favorite book, Searching for and Maintaining Peace by Father Jacques Phillippe, about the most important condition for maintaining interior peace. I think it is probably the most important condition for friendship as well: Goodwill.

"It is the stable and constant disposition of a person who is determined more than anything to love God, who desires sincerely to prefer in all circumstances the will of God to his own, who does not wish to consciously  refuse anything to God. Maybe (and even certainly) in everyday life, his behavior will not be in perfect harmony with this desire, this intention...Following moments of eventual failure, he will strive to come back to his usual disposition of wanting to say "yes" to God in all things, without exception." (p. 17).

When we are searching for travelling companions on this journey of life, the most important quality to search for is not talent or skill, humor, gentleness, or even kindness. Beneath everything, the one disposition of heart that will set a great friend apart from an acquaintance is this virtue.

God has answered my prayer for friends more abundantly than I could have ever imagined possible long ago in that dark bedroom in the middle of the night. Each seems to have this one beautiful thing in common: no matter their personality, disposition, or even temper, when I look deeply and carefully, I find goodwill in the heart of each one. If you are lonely as I was, I encourage you to pray for a friend and the virtue of good will in your own heart, then, go goodwill hunting. By God's grace, you will find it.




Monday, September 18, 2017

Risk the Descant

The first weeks of the atrium are always interesting. Bringing in a couple dozen new children who are under 4 years old, it's not surprising that it takes a while for everyone to get used to a new routine, a new way of living and being together. In these first few weeks, we see some children who seem to be seeking out the edges, searching for what's allowed and what's not allowed. It is part of the process of figuring out what kind of world we live in. "Is this okay? How about this?" Some children don't seem to do this very much and go along and get along pretty easily, while others do it Every. Single. Minute.  It's like trying to lead a choir to sing in unison, with someone boldly risking the descant part and missing the mark.
Most of us, if we can sing at all, are comfortable singing the notes that everyone else sings. The majority of us aren't exactly solo types. If we've been in a really good choir for a while, we could even venture into some 4-part harmonies (written on the page for us to practice), where we can sing along with someone else on a harmony part while others carry the melody.

This reminds me of the Level I atrium. Some children are good little "choral singers" and can find the unison part right away. They pick up on the expectations of how we will live in community together. Other children might need some one-on-one practice. Just like you can't really sing in a choir if you don't know some of the basics about singing, the grace and courtesy lessons in the CGS atrium help build the skills necessary for community living.

But there is another aspect to choral singing that reminds me of atrium life: the descant. It takes a great amount of courage to try to pick out a harmony without someone else to help you, or if you are really inventing it as you go. It is much easier to go VERY wrong, and you might get a few looks from the others in the choir as you're working on it. When it is done well, however, it adds a richness and beauty to the whole song. Not everyone can be a descant singer. You have to be confident, strong-voiced, and very brave. Not to mention a very good singer.

I wonder if some of the children in the atrium who we think are "testing the boundaries" might actually be the equivalent of our future atrium descant singers. They are seeking to belong and to create peace in the community, but it is difficult to do when you aren't acting in unison with the others in the group. They want to sing along, but for one reason or another they are drawn to searching out a different part than everyone else.

Life is a lot more interesting when you meet those brave souls that can risk being fun, unexpected, and surprising. In the beginning, the child may have just seemed like a bad singer who missed the mark, but well-encouraged and carefully observed, our role is to recognize that this present difficulty may be a sign of something extraordinary: someone who is willing to risk the descant. Let us do all we can to help them sing it well!

Monday, September 11, 2017

The Venerable Fulton

I really couldn't let it pass that not one, but two, babies born to catechists in our CGS program this past month were named Fulton. In speaking to one of the families, it turns out that there is another baby boy sporting that name at a nearby parish as well. All of these babies seem to have one fabulous thing in common: their parents are greatly inspired by and devoted to a remarkable man of the past century: the Venerable Fulton John Sheen.

It is something of a Catholic tradition to choose names for our children that are chosen from great saints and biblical heroes whom we hope our children will emulate. It is also a way to ask for a special patron for our child. It isn't just because her name is so beautiful that you find so many Catholic girls named Mary!

Fulton Sheen is probably best known for his TV and Radio programs, the most memorable of which is called "Life is Worth Living." Can you imagine one of the most popular broadcasts of the 50s and 60s consisting solely of a man in clerical garb speaking for an hour in front of a chalkboard?? He even won the Emmy for Most Outstanding Television Personality twice!

Now it is easy to listen to his timeless talks via apps and youtube and websites online. He proved that the truth and holiness is attractive and that being a saint simply means being who you were made to be. In Archbishop Sheen's case, God used his extraordinary talent to spread His message in a totally new way.




Though I doubt you will see the name "Fulton" topping the list of most popular boy names soon, I am excited to watch these little boys grow into the great name they have been given. And who knows? Perhaps the cause for Archbishop Sheen's canonization will progress as quickly as we all hope, so that when these little boys reach the age of Confirmation their venerable name will be one of a canonized saint!

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Join us pho dinner!

Our Catechesis of the Good Shepherd year officially begins this next week (September 12th and 13th). We serve the children in our parish who are infants (really!) up through 6th graders. This year we have almost 200 children and 67 volunteers who will serve them over the course of four sessions. We are especially grateful to the Knights of Columbus who will be serving as our hospitality ministers and hallway monitors on Wednesday nights. It is such a joy to see the whole parish pitching in to keep our young people safe!

To celebrate the beginning of our year, our program would like to cordially invite you ALL to come for a special Pho Dinner on Wednesday, 9/12, either for lunch from 11:30am-12:30pm or for supper from 5:30-6:30pm in the parish hall. This dinner (which is a Vietnamese chicken noodle soup or fried rice) is free-will donation and proceeds will support our CGS program. (Want to help out? Click here!)

If you can't make it on Wednesday (and even if you can!) you can also celebrate the beginning of the year by participating in the parish Donut Sunday next weekened (9/17) which happens to be Catechetical Sunday. We will have our atria (rooms) open downstairs after both masses for you to take a look. You will be amazed at all that our parish volunteer catechists, assistants, and of course many generous and talented parishioners have accomplished. Our spaces are prepared and ready, and our newly-carpeted St. Dominic room is adorned with photos from Father Harris's parish trip to the Holy Land from a few years ago, and some beautiful prints of Pope St. John Paul II's visit to a CGS atrium in Rome.

All Saints has a long history of making children's formation a priority, and we are proud to carry on that tradition. Thank you for your support!


Monday, August 28, 2017

The New, Older Child

Because Catechesis of the Good Shepherd begins at such a young age, (which is 3 years old for the majority of our parish children and even younger for our volunteers' children), it is not uncommon for new children to join in 3 or more years after their atrium-mates have been in formation. Many times, the new children look around and see the others hard at work and prayer and simply follow suit. Sometimes, though, especially for older children, there is more of a struggle. So how can we help to prepare the older child for this method of formation? I'll give three ideas for parents and catechists that I hope will help make this a beautiful experience for all!

Parents:

  1. Learn all you can about this new program that your children are joining. The Missionaries of Charity and the Nashville Dominicans both use CGS in their schools and the formation of their sisters(!) Your child's catechist has been preparing for years to work with your older child. www.cgsusa.org is a great resource and so is our parish CGS blog: allsaintscgs.blogspot.com.
  2. Encourage your child to be an active participant. This work is very individualized, and your child will receive short presentations each week, but the majority of his or her time will be self-directed work in a prepared environment. After receiving presentations, some children choose to dive in to biblical geography. Others spend time making their own missal. Others take on the big work of memorizing all of the books of the Bible. Others do a little bit of everything. The atrium is full of things to do. Your child may need encouragement to "get active" in their formation.
  3. Talk to your child's catechist or your parish director of religious education early and often. You are always welcome to come and observe in your child's atrium. We like to give the children a heads up that we are having a visitor, so a week's notice is great. You may decide you want to jump in and get involved. Our community of catechists is growing each year because of parents who fall in love.
Catechists:
  1. Get to know each child in your atrium and make sure to meet the parents, too! The more you know about each child (especially the older, new child), the better you will be able to follow that child and determine what he or she needs.
  2. Don't forget the Good Shepherd! The older child may need the Good Shepherd and other primary works presented to them in a different way (less moving of the 2D figures), but they still need to have the proclamation (kerygma) which is the foundation and hallmark of our work in order before moving into moral formation (parenesis) or synthesis work. You must be sure that the child has had time to enjoy the covenant relationship with Jesus first!
  3. Observe carefully! A quiet child is not necessarily a happy child. Think carefully about who you might "match" this older child up with as a work partner. The second plane (6-12 year old) child is a social child who is learning how to live his faith and his life in community. You know that there is so much you want to pass on to this child, but take it slow and always follow the child!

Catechists and Parents: Take heart! We have had so many beautiful experiences with the older child who comes in new to CGS. Two of these children had work that was published in the same CGS Journal 6 years ago (back when we were rookies). The Holy Spirit moves, even when we are unsure. Trust that!





God's Blessing on you and your families, this week and always!

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

A Treasure Hidden in a Yellow House

“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field, which a person finds and hides again, and out of joy goes and sells all that he has and buys that field." Matt 13:44.

I've wrestled with this parable for years now, and I've always been a little confounded by what it means. Why did the man hide the treasure again? How did he find it? Was he trespassing? I was certain I was missing something. Only in the last few days do I think may finally be starting to understand what this hidden treasure is all about.

My grandmother's funeral was last Saturday. Veronica Jane Koebel was 91 years old and up to a couple of weeks ago she was still attending Sunday Mass and living on her own. She never drove a car. Check that. I think she tried to drive one once, and decided quickly that driving wasn't going to be a thing she did. She was content to be driven around in a very memorable station wagon by her husband of nearly 50 years until 1995 when he died. Three of her nine children lived within 3-20 minutes away, but still, she always said she'd rather just be home. She lived hidden in that same big old yellow house (which is now tan, but my memory refuses to believe it) for my whole life.

I realized that as a person who has moved 26 times in my life, she was perhaps the only constant I could rely on.  I could always imagine her watching EWTN or Danny O'Donnell. I could picture her by her computer typing up emails in large font, or watching her screensaver slide show of family pictures. Or else she was at the sink, washing dishes by hand. Because she was always there. She said it was her "fun."

I was blessed to have a final day after they discovered the cancer and just days before she died. During that most amazing day with Grandma, she talked the ear off of anyone who would listen. When we fed her ice chips, which is all she could take in, she said, "You think this is going to shut me up, but it won't." Knowing that she'd worry about our long drive home, we tried to head out while it was still light. I leaned in to say goodbye and tell her it was so good to see her. She said she was glad she could see me, too. "Thank God my eyes still work." She also told me not to feel like I had to go and draw out the goodbye to everyone. I should do like my cousin's son who just went to the door, turned around to everyone and said, "So long, everybody!"

I went to the hallway and cried through my laughter as I hugged my cousin and aunt. The woman was not afraid to die. She was saying goodbye with such dignity and poise. Every silly story about grandmas on motorcycles that she was telling was just a chance to hold on to someone's gaze and someone's hand.

At her wake, the priest spoke of her death in the most amazing terms. Following those few extraordinary days with her family, she started sleeping more. Surrounded by her favorite images our Our Lord, she held on to her rosary and slipped away almost stealthily. She was so peaceful. My 6-year old daughter Lucy said to me, "When I die, I want to die happy, like Great Grandma."

Grandma was a simple woman. She worried about her family, but she left the big job of doing something about it to God. She lived an ordinary life, hidden away from most of the world, just loving her family (which numbered over 100 of us: children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and spouses) and holding us together in her heart. If she suffered, she hid it.

Her sanctity was so everyday. It was hidden in the dishes and in the lawn mowing (which she did up into her 80s). It was the rosary hidden in her pocket. It was never in a voice that said, "Look at me!" (Although she did like a good audience for her stories!) It was even hidden in her passage to the Kingdom that was so gentle that we were convinced it must not have been much of a change for her. A hidden treasure in her home and family, she was already living the Kingdom. Now she just lives it in a new way.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

The Great Trampoline

It seem like bedtime is the perfect time for children to come up with pressing and dire concerns or questions that simply cannot wait until morning. The other day after the lights were out upstairs and my husband and I thought we were officially in kid-free zone, a child appeared at the bottom of the stairs to request a trampoline for her birthday, promising that she would use it every single day if we could just buy her one. This request was met only with the infamous parental finger pointing up to the room where she could go and dream about a trampoline.

The other night, however, one of my daughters came to me after bedtime with a much different problem. Deeply distraught, she gave a painful cry to her mother's heart: "Prayer isn't working."

As I prodded her a bit, asking what brought on this despair, she confided that she had been asking God to help her get rid of some fault, but she is still failing and falling all the time. She wants to be good, she wants to be better at loving others, but she isn't getting better. God isn't answering her prayer.

"Amen, sister," I thought, "that's the universal experience of trying to be a better person, isn't it?"

I consoled her that her apparent faults are not a sign that she is failing God. God seems to like to perfect our humility before He perfects our other virtues. If it is always easy to be good or kind or generous or gentle, we may think that the power to do these things comes from us. Luckily, God can even use our falls to bring us higher and closer to Him... so long as we choose humility as our response, rather than despair. If we are perfect in every other virtue but full of pride, all is lost. The reverse however, is not true! Even if we fail in every virtue except for trust and humility, God can still work with us, because our hearts are His.

The great secret to humility is that this "little" virtue can do more to defeat the devil than any other act. The primordial sin really is: "I can do it without you, God." If you can rid your heart of that lie, you've done quite a lot.

It is a fact: we're going to fall. We're going to sin. Sometimes it is on purpose, and sometimes it is an accident. But we should take heart: God isn't surprised. It is not always easy to follow the voice of the Good Shepherd. He knows what we are made of and He has told us how He responds to the sheep who says, "I will not follow." (Luke 15:1-7). He does not leave us, but draws closer and brings us home on His shoulders.

In his amazing book, Searching for and Maintaining Peace, Fr. Jacques Phillipe teaches that humility is like a springboard, a trampoline. It makes even our falls a benefit to us, because with it we can rebound to an even higher level.

The knowledge that God loves me even when I fall doesn't make me a more brazen sinner, it makes me a better jumper, and getting up from our falls more quickly is what gives us the strength and power to acquire all of the other virtues besides. I am the servant of a God who is greater than I can even imagine, because He loves me even when I find it hard to love myself.

This great trampoline is our original birthday gift. Let's use it. Every day.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Be Good

If I asked you what moral formation is, what would you say? Usually when I ask this question, people respond very quickly: "Learning right from wrong."

But really, if we look at moral formation this way, we are missing some of the most important aspects of human development and what being a moral person really is. Just choosing right over wrong is not a sign that a person is a good person. For example: the Pharisees were champions at following the rules but Jesus didn't have very nice things to say about them.

Usually, the admonition to "be good" has a not very subtle "or else" stuck to the back of it. If we are honest, we might admit that our mental image of God looks more like the tattle tale who nobody liked in third grade who kept meticulous record of our mess-ups, than of the loving Good Shepherd that Jesus tells us he is. So what gives?

In her book, The Religious Potential of the Child, Sofia Cavalletti quotes Father Dalmazio Mongillo who warned that we must be careful not to think of our good actions like we think about ornaments on a Christmas tree. As pretty as the ornaments are, they are still dead (and so is the tree). Rather, we should consider our moral actions as the fruit on a tree. If the tree or plant is healthily rooted in the ground, fruit will come. Just as it would be absurd to focus on the lack or plethora of fruit in a plant that is uprooted, we must look at our healthy relationship with God as the source of our action. 

My college pastor at St. Stephen the Witness at the University of Northern Iowa, Father John Haugen, always told us that our sins were like idiot lights on the dashboard. They are warning signs that something is wrong under the hood. Unscrewing the light bulb for the "service engine soon" light will not solve the problem.

When we see our children (or ourselves) struggling to follow the voice of the Good Shepherd, it may be a better course of action to work at rebuilding the relationship, not just focusing on nipping the bad behavior in the bud. How is my prayer life? Do I read the scriptures? Do I believe that God loves me, no matter what? When is the last time I went to confession and received Communion?

Sheep stray. It isn't a big surprise when sin pops into our child's life. We must have confidence in the love of the Good Shepherd who, as Pope Francis says, never tires of lifting us up on his shoulders and bringing us back home. As parents we must do all we can to imitate the patience of the Shepherd. If we make it our focus to bring their hearts home to Him, the fruit of good action will come.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

The Parousia is Coming!

What an incredible month! I was privileged in early July to spend some time (5 days) up at the American Martyrs Retreat House in Cedar Falls with a wonderful group of 20 catechists-in-formation. They're a dedicated bunch of people. The retreat atmosphere was especially wonderful.


I arrived home and had enough time to wash my clothes, kiss my babies, and board a plane to Seattle where I spent 12 days encountering the "second plane child" (6-12 years old) with about 80 other men and women from around the USA and the world. For this National Course in CGS, we did have two women from South Africa join us! What a surprise when we discovered that the chapel at the retreat house was Good Shepherd Chapel!

Sylvia and Tracy from South Africa were both such a treat!

The catechists for our parish are very excited about the upcoming year in the atrium. Our carpet fundraiser in April has led to a new look downstairs, and I keep hearing from catechists who are chomping at the bit to set up their atrium environments and get a handle on what materials need to be made/mended before September.

This coming year already offers much to be joyful about. After announcing another 90-hour Level I adult formation course beginning this fall, we already have 10 participants signed up. Better news than that? SEVEN of them are men. Three years ago when a few of us headed down to Phoenix to the International Celebration of Catechesis of the Good Shepherd, we heard one of the United States' premier CGS catechists, Rebekah Rojcewicz, talk of how we will know that the Parousia (the time when Christ will come back and God will be all in all) is coming: there will be more men in this work. This fall we will have at least three trained men working in the atrium, and it looks like more to follow. Praise God!
Father Nick Schneider of the Bismark, ND Diocese also attended the National Course
I am off this weekend for another 5 days of training catechists in the Archdiocese of Dubuque, but time marches on and September draws near! If you have children/grandchildren whom you wish to enroll in our program, please register soon so we can be sure to get them placed in an atrium this fall. There is still time to volunteer to help with our program this year or even enroll in this fall's formation course as well. Check out our website at www.dmallsaints.org/cgs for more information!

And as a bonus for making it through this update, enjoy this video from Sister Josephine. It is a great song for Easter!


God Bless!


Monday, June 26, 2017

The Lord is My Shepherd, There is Nothing I Lack

A guest reflection by Jeremiah Evans. Jeremiah recently completed our Level I training course in Catechesis of the Good Shepherd. I asked him to share from a man's perspective how this course impacted his life. This was his response.

Isn’t it weird how you can say a word again and again until it loses its meaning? Isn’t it sad how we can hear a passage of scripture again and again until it loses its meaning?

You don’t see that same tendency in children. As G.K. Chesterton says, the child never tires of the swing, or the story, or the game. “Again, again!” they cry with glee, and again and again it is as new to them as the first time. But then we grow up, and we say, “This again?”

I wonder if this is part of what Jesus meant when he said in Matthew 18:3, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” We cannot tire of listening to the Word of God, or ever assume that we understand it completely.

Training in Catechesis of the Good Shepherd is often called “Remedial Childhood,” and for me I don’t think that there’s a better example than Psalm 23. It’s probably one of the best known verses, certainly the best known Psalm. How many of us have written it, recited it, cross-stitched it, or reproduced it in some other craft as children, but how many of us think about it on a daily basis? How many of us are moved when we hear it proclaimed at Mass?

I wasn’t.

How sad it is that I can become immune to the wonder that every child seems to experience so naturally? People tell me I know things, I clearly love Jesus, shouldn’t I be dumbfounded by this?

Well, I am now. Not through knowledge, but through humility.

Psalm 23 is a very hard teaching. Not hard to grasp intellectually like how Jesus is both Human and Divine, or how the Eucharist appears as bread and wine but is actually the very Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus. It is hard because it demands humility, which as an adult with adult responsibilities, in a culture that tells me to focus on myself and what I want, seems almost impossible to have.

There is nothing I lack? What about the new car/clothes/computer I want? What about the will power to control my temper or my appetites?

What about the four children whose names are inscribed on a block of marble?

Don’t tell me there is nothing I lack.

But maybe I just haven’t been listening. Maybe I need to say as the child does, “Again!”

What does it mean to lack nothing in the face of loss? How can I become a child again with all the responsibilities that come with being an adult, a parent, a member of my faith community?

Going through CGS training helped me to rediscover this verse, to see it in a light I hadn’t before. To sit with it, ponder it, taste it. To ask for the Father who gives so many good gifts to show me those gifts.

I’m still learning to be as a child. I’m learning to not be defined by what I have, what I know, or even what I’ve lost. I am not those things, I am a child of the Father, a sheep in the fold of the Good Shepherd.

The Father, the giver of gifts, who has given me every one of my talents, has blessed me in countless ways. He has given me so many friends, my family, my wife. The children I hold in my arms, and the children who intercede for me without ceasing.

He is my shepherd, and He has given Himself to me.

And if I have Him? There is nothing I lack.

We are happy to announce that another 90-hour Level I formation course will be offered beginning this September. All Saints is able to offer this course at a significant discount for parishioners. For more information, check out our parish website at www.dmallsaints.org/cgs-formation-courses.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Led to Christ

This is the second year that we have had toddlers involved in our Youth Summer Mission. We might have thought that we were doing this to lead the little ones to Jesus, but I think it's the other way around.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Youth Summer Mission Week

As I write this, we are a little less than half way through our Youth Summer Mission week for 2017. This year has been beyond fantastic as our relationships with Benedictine College Youth Outreach and the Nashville Dominican Sisters of St. Cecilia have continued, along with the addition of Fr. Simon and Brother Levin from St. Benedict's Abbey in Atchison, Kansas. All in all, our program served about 150 youth ages 0-18.
Preparing for Mass on Day Two

Sister Veronica Marie showing 3-6 year olds her 15 decade rosary. Both sisters are trained in the second level of Catechesis of the Good Shepherd.

Fr. Simon (Dave and Linda Landwehr's nephew) is talking to the children at the end of Mass about this special chalice which was donated by the first priest who came from our parish (Fr. Reece: Christine Routson's uncle)

We had 6 men on the team. They gathered with the 1st-7th grade boys each day for some time to chat about guy stuff. They called it the "Man Cave"

We had over 20 adult helpers and 10+ teens volunteering each day to make things run smoothly. We couldn't have done it without them! 
Over and over, we keep pinching ourselves, watching the white flowing habits of the sisters walking in our halls, the energetic and faith-filled college kids leading song (varying from worship to silly songs about papayas), and the smallest among us (from our toddler environments) spending time with Jesus in the Church. Our teens even got a small taste of what worship was like for the early Christians who had to keep their faith practice hidden for fear of the Romans.

The team also felt overwhelmed with gratitude for the hospitality that they were shown. From the host families to the incredible food, snacks, treats, and smiles, they commented over and over how amazed they were at how much our parish came together for this incredible work. So many of you, even without children in the program, donated your time and yummy food to help out. It means so much to me, and to the sisters and team. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts!

But adults! Even though this was our Youth Summer Mission, we do have some great things in store for you! Don't forget to sign up for the Summer Bible Institute (which begins TUESDAY at 7pm!) You can go to www.actsclass.com to register, or just come on Tuesday a little before 7pm to get signed in! Married Couples: We also have our last Teams of Our Lady Informational meeting that night at 6pm! There's something for everyone this Summer!

Monday, June 5, 2017

Wonder Woman

One of my favorite programs on Catholic Radio when my children were younger was Dr. Ray Guarendi's call-in show at noon. His confident responses to parental woes gave me so much confidence when navigating the sometimes troubled waters of parenthood.

There was the time he counseled a mom to get a Wonder Woman costume, for example. She was struggling with getting her children to respect her, so (in jest, I think) he suggested buying and donning the costume, coming home and kicking the door down, putting her hands on her hips and announcing: "Mom's Home!" 

Whenever I felt powerless in front of my small children, I would remember Dr. Ray and the Wonder Woman costume. Sometimes I really needed it. In fact, I remember a particularly difficult time when one of my children had grown so stubborn that it was actually hurting her. She had become an extremely picky eater, and I felt that this required every ounce of my own "Wonder Woman" powers to overcome.

Picky eaters seem to be a part of every family's life. I remember encountering a young boy at a family event who would only eat french fries and chicken nuggets for a stretch of his childhood. Now, my darling daughter wasn't that extreme, but it seemed like every single meal was a battle. She would come to the stove and get up on her tippy toes to see what was in the pot. Unless it was macaroni and cheese and hot dogs, she was inevitably demoralized. My mother-in-law had told me of my husband's childhood penchant to "fall asleep" at meals he didn't care to eat, and this little girl used that trick plus dozens more to escape assaulting her taste buds with the likes of green beans or chicken pot pie. Her favorite method was to whine and complain and make everyone else miserable if the meal wasn't to her liking, and there was nothing I could do to make her stop her ranting or to eat her dinner.

Dr. Ray fielded a phone call about children who think they are in control of the family every time I listened in to his show, so I had a decent idea of what he'd say. "You have the power, Mama," he'd encourage. "You can give them only green beans for a week if you need to. They need to know you're the boss. They'll give in." Well, I tried this tactic and I discovered a stubbornness in my child that can only be the product of BOTH of her parents put together. She was faced with the same rejected meal for 5 meals in a row (lunch, supper, and even breakfast), yet she still refused.

My imagined "Wonder Woman" costume was not working. My poor girl wasn't learning to be less picky, she was making herself sick! I realized that this approach of appealing to her stomach and natural hungers to help me teach her was not enough. My poor 7 year old daughter was weak, her stomach hurt, and she was laying on her bed unable to do anything. I needed to go to her heart.

Out of desperation, I prayed to God for insight and tried to talk to her.

"Why do you think we eat?" I asked her.

"Because it tastes good," she responded.

"Nope. Not even close. It is really nice when food tastes good to us, but we don't eat because it gives us pleasure. We eat because we need food to live." This seemed like an acceptable reason to her, so I continued. "But I think there's a bigger question, why are we alive?"

This question surprised her, but she's always had a spiritual sensitivity that responds well to questions like these, so I wasn't surprised when she perked up. "Because God made us."

"But why did God make us?"

"Because He loves us, and wanted us to be with Him."

"Yes. He made us to know Him and to love Him. But sweetheart, He also made us to serve Him. He has so many good things for you to do today."

I suddenly thought of a verse I looked up later from Ephesians 2: "For we are his handiwork, created in Christ Jesus for the good works that God has prepared in advance, that we should live in them."

"God planned those good works for you, but if you don't eat, you won't be able to do those things. Do you love God?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to serve Him?"

"Yes."

"Then you need to eat, honey. You've made yourself weak and sick because you said no to food that was good for you. You've already missed out on some of the things God gave you to do today." (Her face fell in such disappointment in that moment). "But there are still more good works for you to do! Are you ready to try again?"

To my amazement, she sat up and ate the offending green beans and casserole with only minimal grimacing. 

I never pushed her so hard again, but she also has never dug her heels in that far, either. It's funny though, because I realized that this victory didn't belong to me. It belonged to my child who made a conscious and incredibly difficult choice to overcome her stubborn nature and choose to serve her God. In truth, it was my little girl who was Wonder Woman that day. I just helped her discover her own power to choose the best things for her life.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Where We Need to Go

"We are in such urgent need of an education toward inwardness. We need to be taught to enter into the heart of things." Joseph Ratzinger

Last Sunday was First Communion Sunday at All Saints. That day is always a beautiful one. The girls had their hair all done in curls and veils, while the boys sported handsome ties and shirts, and some boys even wore full white suits! But even these glorious outside garments displayed only a dim reflection of the disposition of these joyful children.


I just wanted to share a few memories (so I don't forget). Several years ago, a fifth grader named Emma who was receiving her First Communion gave me a gift of a wrist corsage and a card that said, "Don't ever stop doing what you are doing." Memories like these make me want to continue in this work forever.

  • Two different parents told me that their child woke on Sunday morning and said, "I have been waiting for this since I was born!" 
  • On our retreat the day before First Communion, the children received their First Reconciliation. One of the parents told me that her daughter was so excited about the gift of absolution and being made clean again that she wanted to go again the next day!
  • Another child drew this picture during the time of Thanksgiving after Mass on Sunday. I asked her about it and she said that the figures are of her and Jesus. There is a road to hell (that goes up the page), but Jesus is taking her on the road to heaven.
  • A boy was a little restless when he began a work called "prayer writing" in the balcony on the retreat. He didn't know what to write. Before long, he had written four prayers. One of them recalled his study of the True Vine during the weeks leading up to this day. He wrote "my fruit is love."
  • A catechist observing the sweet responses and the depth of the children's insights wiped her eyes and leaned over to me, asking, "How do you not cry with joy all of the time?" While another catechist poured out her joy at the gift of being able to serve these children who are such a witness of joy.
  • One of the presenters at the May parent meetings told me that he had to completely change his presentation because the parents in the class were nothing like he expected. He thought he'd have to talk them into attending Mass regularly and to entering into this experience with their children. The parents completely knocked him over with their faithfulness and joy.
There are many who look at the world and worry about the future, but from the perspective of one who works with young children and their families, I do not worry about the future. I see such a great hope in those little faces. I am confident they will lead us where we need to go.


"Then the wolf shall be a guest of the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat;
The calf and the young lion shall browse together,
with a little child to guide them." Isaiah 11:6

Monday, May 8, 2017

Congrats to the New Catechists!

Last weekend was a bit bittersweet, as we completed a 90-hour formation course and certified 11 new catechists in our region (8 of whom are either parishioners or have already committed to serving All Saints parish!) It was an interesting journey, watching a room that is filled with a diverse crowd including a restaurateur, an information technologist, a few stay-at-home moms, a dad who just wanted to do this to be a better dad, folks who do theology for their hobby, folks who do catechesis for their jobs, and even a Computer Science professor as they worked together and came away with a renewed sense of wonder at the mystery of God and the children they will care for. I hope you will join me on congratulating them on finishing this first part of their journey, but more importantly, praying for them as they step softly into the world of serving the 3-6 year old child's spirituality. 


It was also a special moment for me as I bid adieu to Ms. Elizabeth Stone, whom some of you know from her time working here when she was just 17 years old, and again for a year after graduating from college. She assisted me in this Level I CGS course, and I was so grateful to have that time with her before she moves on to her new life. This weekend, on May 13th, she will celebrate the Sacrament of Marriage and become Mrs. Elizabeth. Godspeed, dear friend! We were so blessed to have you here, even if only for a little while.