Saints One and All!

“You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart,
with all your soul, and with all your mind…
You Shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

From Matthew 22:34-40

All Saints Day brings me hope this year. I’ve read accounts by two favorites which shine a bright light on the realities of trying to be good. Not long ago, I referenced St. Therese of Lisieux who managed to make an art of turning small aggravations into opportunities to love. Life wasn’t always a picnic for Therese, her loved ones and her fellow nuns. Still, she made the very best of her efforts to be good during the twenty-four years she was given.

Anther woman with a similar name once said, “We can do no great things, only small things with great love…” Mother Teresa of Calcutta left her family’s wealth behind to become a sister. While in training, she saw the poorest of the poor just beyond the convent’s windows. She begged her superiors to allow her to work with God’s poor. Eventually, the little nun who later became Mother Teresa began her own congregation of sisters whose only work is to serve the poor. After Mother Teresa’s death, her writings were released. I was surprised to learn that this obviously holy woman lived much of her adult life with doubt regarding God’s love for her. Still, she went about the business of caring for those she was given to love.

It seems to me that, in spite of our smallness, we can accomplish much good as well. You and I will likely never minister to our fellow sisters as Therese did or to the poor in the streets of Calcutta as Mother Teresa did. Still, we can interact with those we meet along the way with love.

Dear God, on this All Saints Day, remind us that our small efforts to be good are enough to earn our sainthood.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Take a Peek and Jump!

I was hard pressed and was falling,
but the Lord helped me.

Psalm 118:13

As I gazed out the kitchen window, I noticed a little bird perched near a hole in our bird house. My feathered friend peered into that hole several times, but didn’t enter. I wondered if he was debating whether or not to move in. I didn’t question his uncertainty because this bird house is a new addition to our backyard since the squirrels made a mess of the last one. The man who built this replica for us had added a few squirrel-deterrents which will hopefully keep it safe for the birds. Still, that little bird seemed wise not to jump into a questionable living situation.

A while later, I returned to the window to see if that bird persisted in his indecision. To my amazement, he was sitting in the bird house peeking out. I watched for several minutes as his head disappeared and reappeared over and over again. Apparently, he had found his new digs to be suitable after all.

Sometimes, I question new opportunities as well. I take a peek and investigate, but my feet remain planted where I am. I’m not as courageous as that little bird who took that leap of faith and found himself a new home. So it is that I look upward in my fear to find strength and courage. There I find our loving God who promises always to light the way.

Generous God, our lives are an amazing gift. Give me the courage to embrace every opportunity to make the most of my digs here until I occupy my perfect home with you.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

No Singing?

Sing out, O heavens, and rejoice, O earth,
break forth into song, you mountains.
For the Lord comforts his people
and shows mercy to his afflicted.

Isaiah 49:13

“No singing, Grandma. No singing.” Lauren spoke very politely. Still, her eyes betrayed the seriousness of her request. Though we were enjoying our playtime together, Lauren did not want me to express this joy in song. “Okay, Lauren,” I replied. “I won’t sing any more.” We continued to play, and it was not long before I absent-mindedly began to hum. Lauren looked sternly in my direction as she added, “Grandma, no humming either.”

This scenario repeated itself several times and Lauren never voiced her reason for not wanting me to sing while we played. I have a respectable singing voice, so I don’t think it was the quality of my performance which bothered her. For reasons unknown to me, Lauren simply chose to play without benefit of song. As for me, I sing at every opportunity. I sing most often in celebration of blessings great and small. The truth is that I also sing when I cannot express my grief in a more meaningful way. In my mind, there is a song for every occasion.

Don’t worry, Lauren. I don’t burst into song in the aisle of the grocery store. I sing when I am alone with God and when I am with others whom I love and who love me.

Compassionate God, thank you for listening to my every word, whether it is spoken, sung or offered silently from my heart.

©2015 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Seek and Proclaim The Lord

I have just returned from numerous errands. The January cold imposed a chill on me in spite of my warm coat. As I hurried into the house, I assessed our Christmas decorations. Fraser fir needles threatened to overtake the living room rug. Still, I whispered a compliment to our drooping tree. “You served us well this year.” With that, I hung my coat in the closet and sat by the tree for a while. Though I shivered in spite of the humming furnace, I soon forgot my discomfort as I perused the tree from top to bottom. My eyes eventually rested on the crèche below. I wondered what Mary and Joseph were doing two millennia ago. What was their life like after the excitement of Jesus’ birth faded into the trials and tribulations of raising the baby boy destined to be the Messiah?

Our Christmas cards and carols offer peace-filled images of those early days with Jesus. They tell us that angels sang on that silent and holy night. Shepherds responded with awe. The drummer boy drummed. Night Wind asked Little Lamb, “Do you see what I see?” A more recent composition inquires, “Mary, did you know?” Beautiful as they are, our cards and carols overlook much of the reality of the First Christmas. For Mary and Joseph, Jesus’ arrival was an emotional and trying time. Still, the months and years that followed tested Mary and Joseph even more harshly.

On this Feast of the Epiphany of the Lord, we attend to the astrologers who traveled a terribly long distance to find Jesus. They amazed Mary and Joseph with their reverence for the child. Little did any of them realize that this visit extended Jesus’ ministry to the entire world, far beyond his own Jewish community. Unfortunately, the Magi’s unprecedented act of faith came at a great price. When they stopped at Herod’s palace to learn what he might have known about the newborn king, the Magi inadvertently alerted the tyrant to a possible threat to his throne. Fortunately, the three were indeed wise men. They heeded an angel’s warning to avoid Herod when they returned to their homeland. While the Magi shared the good news of Jesus’ birth in their own country, Herod responded with the slaughter of all Jewish boys under the age of two, thus ridding himself of the potential king. Peace on earth, indeed…

Joseph, a wise man as well, also listened to an angel who directed him to take Mary and Jesus to Egypt. The Holy Family remained there until an angel brought news of Herod’s death. Though Joseph hoped to return to Judea, he found that Herod’s son occupied the throne. To avoid any possible threat to Jesus, Joseph moved his family to Galilee and settled in Nazareth. There, Joseph and Mary raised Jesus to be a devout Jew and a good carpenter. The next mention of Jesus in the scriptures is a trip to Jerusalem during Passover when Jesus stayed behind to study in the temple while his parents journeyed home. After this passage, the gospels lapse again until Jesus’ public ministry which began at age thirty. That shiver takes hold of me again as I consider how Mary and Joseph helped Jesus to prepare for that day.

I allowed myself several minutes with our Christmas Tree before beginning this writing. As I reflect upon the Epiphany of the Lord, I consider Jesus’ impact on this world of ours. Mary and Joseph refocused their entire lives because of Jesus. The Magi carried the good news to places where it would otherwise have remained unknown because they sought out Jesus. Jesus’ ministry turned his own world topsy-turvy. It also changed the course of human history. Jesus’ arrival has impacted my life as well.

So it is that I ask myself how I share Jesus’ influence with those around me. My husband and I truly enjoy preparing our home for Christmas. Every light strung and ornament hung speaks what our hearts cannot put into words. If I am honest, I must admit that everything I do speaks what my heart cannot put into words. Every action I initiate and every response to life around me testifies to Jesus’ presence in my life more than anything I might say aloud or in my writing. It seems to me that today’s feast provides me the opportunity to assess what it is that these actions and responses are saying. Am I revealing Jesus’ message of love and mercy, forgiveness and welcome? I am grateful that I have all of New Year 2015 to respond!

©2014 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

See What God Sees

I am a voice in the desert, crying out:
“Make straight the way of the Lord!”

From John 1:19-28

New Year’s Day fills me up with memories and wields a self-imposed challenge. Though I learned long ago not to burden myself with a list of impossible and improbable resolutions, I still hope to improve myself meaningfully this coming year. My intent comes with a another self-imposed bit -a caution to view my need for improvement with God’s eyes rather than my own.

You know, we humans can be a rather critical lot when it comes to judging one another. To remedy this, I hope to relieve myself of the burden of judging others. I never get it right because I cannot see into another’s heart. When I foolishly voice my misunderstanding or misinterpretation, I almost always make things worse. Since this is the case, why judge others at all? Though I may occasionally need to step in to prevent harm, I need not accompany my intervention with judgment. So, I will try.

I cringe as I consider how to view myself with God’s eyes. Like John the Baptizer, I embrace the opportunity to make straight the way of the Lord through my interactions with others. Truly, it gives me great joy to convince another soul of God’s mercy. Still, when I consider my own failings, a strange hopelessness threatens. As I wrestle with this dilemma, the pictures of my sons on my desk catch my eye. I love them more than anything and nothing they do will ever change that…

Yes, I have reread that line… “I love them more than anything and nothing they do will ever change that…” God loves me even more so, and nothing I do will ever change that. Not ever. So it is that this first day of the New Year, I promise to use today and the three hundred sixty-four days that follow to see my fellow humans and myself with God’s loving eyes.

Loving God, thank you for your love. Teach me to appreciate this amazing gift and to share it generously with all of those you have given me to love today and always. Remind me often that your love is also extended to me.

©2014 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Relax and Enjoy

No one has ever seen God.
It is God the only Son,
ever at the Father’s side,
who has revealed God.

From John 1:17

Though I am retired from my career in education, I cannot help making the most of holiday breaks from school. Whether it is a one-day event such as Veteran’s Day or the days-long winter or spring break, I enjoy these departures from the norm as much as the current teachers and students around me. When I worked full-time, my husband, our sons and I filled these recesses from school with everything that our school schedules kept us from. We played in the snow and went to movies to retreat from the cold. Enjoying new toys and other Christmas gifts added to the fun. We went to bed a little later and slept a little later with great relish. Today, I admit to partaking of these pleasures with special joy in spite of the fact that I can do this any day of the year. Somehow, sleeping in and ignoring my chores brings greater pleasure during the days between Christmas and New Year’s. A welcome side-effect is the leisurely tone with which I pray during this time. There’s no rush as I praise, give thanks and make a request or two. Indeed, leisure time is a beautiful thing!

This New Year’s Eve, our sons and their wives and children are making the most of this break from their jobs and school. I smile broadly as I acknowledge that this particular family tradition is not lost on the younger generation. They learned well to appreciate this special time to relax and enjoy one another. Appropriately, and they are teaching their children the same.

Loving God, even Jesus stole away by himself to rest and to spend time with you. Help us to make the time today and throughout the coming year to enjoy ourselves, one another and you.

©2014 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved