Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label journey. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Journeying With Mary in Advent

         Pope Francis stated in a talk on November 29,2016 : "God reveals his mysteries not to the wise and the learned but to those who are humble and childlike. Advent is a time to journey to meet the Lord."
         On December 12,the Feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe; our chaplain,  Fr. John Cahill, commented on the Gospel of Mary journeying to visit her cousin, Elizabeth also with child. Then he went on the discuss the journey of Mary at Guadalupe  in Mexico and in Spain. Which was unknown to most of us. Fascinated with this information. I gleaned from the internet much of the following. 
         Frequently Advent is equated with 'waiting'. However this waiting is not only sitting in silence but actively reaching out to others also on this journey of joyful expectation of the coming of our Lord. Mary of above all others was acutely aware of this.
         Most of us know the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe of Mexico declared Patroness of all the American continent. In the 16th century a poor Indian named Cuauhtlatohuac was baptized and given the name of Juan Diego. At age 57, a humble man, he was journeying to a nearby barrio to attend mass in honor of Our Lady when he heard a beautiful music as of many birds warbling. Then a radiant cloud appeared and within it stood a young native maiden dressed as an Aztec princess. She spoke to him in his own language asking him to go to the Bishop and ask him to build a chapel on this site.
Our Lady of Guadalupe
Mexico
          The bishop was s Franciscan named Juan de Zummarraga. He asked Juan Diego to have the Lady send him a sign to let him know she was not just a figment of imagination supposedly.  At the same time an uncle of Juan Diego became seriously ill. In caring for his uncle and unsure of how he as a poor man could ask the of The Lady he tried to avoid her.
         However the Lady did find him and journeyed there. She let him know that his uncle would recover and provided him with unseasonable roses which filled his cape [tilma].  When he presented these to the bishop an image of Mary appeared exactly as she had appeared on the hillside on December 9th,1531. Then the bishop asked the name of the Lady, he heard in the native language Coatlaxopeuh [that translates to 'she who crushes the serpent' and pronounced Quatlasupe. The Spanish bishop assumed it was Guadalupe as he knew of the shrine of our Lady of Guadalupe there.
Nuesta Senora of Quadalupe
Spain
         Now for the rest of the story of Mary's journey in Spain. In Extremadura,Spain there is a royal Monastery of Guadalupe in which is kept a famed statue of Nuestra Senora of Quadalupe. Local legend has it that a statue  of a Black Madonna supposedly carved by St Luke and later given to St Leander,archbishop of Seville. Many cures and miracles were attributed to intercession of this Black Madonna.
          In 712 as the Moors were overtaking the local territory, a group of priests fled with the statue and buried it in the hills near the Guadalupe River. In the 14th Century as a poor, humble cowboy named Gil Cordero was searching for a lost animal, a beautiful Lady appeared to him and asked him to get the local priests to dig at this site. Here was found the Statue of the Beautiful Black Madonna in perfect Condition. 
         A shrine was built and Alfonso XI the King endowed a Hieronymite monastery. In the 16th century, Mary became the patron of all Spain's New World territories. Columbus was particularly devoted to her and, after a terrible tempest on his first voyage, made a pilgrimage of thanks to the shrine. For four centuries royalty was closely aligned with the monastery. It became one of the wealthiest ecclesiastical establishments in the country.
          Today the monastery is cared for by nine Franciscan monks and remains one of Spain's most important pilgrimage sites. In 1955 Pope Pius XII declared it to be a minor Papal Basilica.  Pope John Paul II also visited there in his journeying.
         May our advent journeying continue with Our Lady  at our side.

         Sr. Joan Gripshover, OSB


Friday, August 22, 2014

Transitioning Mindfully

     The theme of my life for August seems to be all about transitions.  The summer schedule is slowly giving way to the busier pace of fall.  Morning traffic patterns are changing as kids return to school.  Changes at work are bringing new and different opportunities. 
     I find myself repeating more than once change is good, transitions times are necessary and disorientation is to be expected.  Into the mix of my thoughts came the reminder from yoga class to move mindfully through transitions from one pose to another.  Chewing on this thought of mindfully moving through my transitions a few insights came to mind:
Remain grounded…Prayer both private and communally keeps me grounded.  Prayer calms the storm I sometimes experience in transition.  Prayer gives me space to see where God is working in my life and sometimes just to be with God in the silence.
     Small moments matter…joyful ones, unexpected, something working out just right. 
      Value of being unsettled.  As much as I sometimes resist this piece I found that the changing, unsettling state of transition brings me clarity of what is important and essential.  I also find that being unsettled leaves me vulnerable and provides a space to connect with others in a way I may not have otherwise.
      Gratitude for the journey…the change process is a gift with moments to be grateful for (even if I am not so right away).  It is the process I become and taking time to be grateful makes my journey richer.  
     Wherever you find yourself in these late days of summer may you move mindfully through the transitions with a listening heart and every needed grace for the journey.
                                 Sr. Kimberly Porter, OSB


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Journeys of Hospitality


     Obviously, the purpose of taking a trip, especially a long one, is to reach the destination, the process may require unexpected adjustments along the way. Changes of plans, different climate, foods and modes of transportation are some factors to consider. Specifically, world travel affords many opportunities to to experience unfamiliar languages, customs and peoples. 
     I have had the opportunity to live in or visit three very different cultures. In 1965 four of us, Sisters Annita, Nicholas, Stephanie and I, opened a mission in Pomata, Peru, on he shore of Lake Titicaca high in the Andes. While living among the native Aymara people, we taught religion and cared for the sick. There in small, dark mud-floored classrooms and an under-supplied clinic, we “madrecitas” learned from the simple and warmhearted hospitality of the campesinos we served. 
     In 1985I accompanied a woman from Cincinnati to Nepal to visit a mutual Jesuit friend there and to learn about the Catholic mission in this third-world, mainly Buddhist country. We were edified by the religious fervor of the people, especially a Buddhist nun with whom we conversed in Kathmandu. We were also impressed by the respect of the children and their welcome to foreigners. 
     A third journey to Namibia with Sr. Mary Catherine in the winter of 2001best illustrated a community’s practice of hospitality. The Benedictine Sisters of Oshikuku shared their provisions, celebrations, prayers and their joy so wholeheartedly with us. For example, would you expect ice cubes in the African Heat? Or a special trip to a pharmacy for cold medicine, something beyond my expectation. As a “self-sufficient” American there, receiving hospitality was more difficult for me than giving it. 
     Upon reflection I know that the memory of these journeys still helps me realize that I need to accept hospitality gratefully from others, in order to respond hospitably to the Christ in them. 
Sr. Martha Walther, OSB    

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Accompanying Christ on the Journey

      Recently I had a patient and dear friend die from Lou Gehrig’s Disease. For four years we journeyed through this dehabilitating illness as muscle groups deteriorated and ceased to work. Even as a health care provider, I felt helpless to relieve her pain and suffering. Yet it is far more in our presence, caring and love that we support and embrace another’s pain and sorrow.
     In today’s gospel, Matthew 20:17-28, Jesus gathers the disciples [and us] and says, “Behlod, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be handed over to the chief priests and the scribes, and they will condemn him to death, and hand him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and scourged and crucified, and he will be raised on the third day.”
     Jesus is asking each of us to accompany him on the journey. In Baptism we entered fully into the Mystical Body of Christ and into the Paschal Mystery. How in this world are we going to accompany Jesus? The same way we accompany any loved one on a painful journey. We do this by allowing our hearts to beat with his—beat for beat—reaching out with love and compassion to him and to all the suffering members of His Body within our midst today. We can do this only through the sanctifying grace that is being provided for us daily through Jesus’ suffering and death. Within the journey we are also accompanied by the Unifying love within the Trinity. May God’s peace be with each of you on the Journey.
     Jesus, meek and humble of heart, make my heart like unto thine. Sr. Joan Gripshover, OSB    

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Life as Vacation and Journey

     Life is a journey. This phrase struck me forcefully at the funeral of one of our sisters recently. Many people spoke of her journey.
    Whenever I think of a journey, I think of a vacation. On a vacation we travel to many interesting places. We see beautiful sights.  We have wonderful experiences. We meet many kinds of people. But, the vacation journey has to end sometime. When it ends, we go home. Is our life’s journey on earth like a vacation of sorts? We travel through life, see beautiful sights, have wonderful experiences and meet all kinds of people. 
      But, it has to come to an end. No matter how great the vacation was for me, I am always glad to be home. At the end of life’s journey we go home to God. Home to God’s welcoming arms. Glad to have been on the (vacation) journey. Happy to be home!   Sr. Kathleen Ryan, OSB