Peacemakers All…

“Gather my faithful ones before me,
those who have made a covenant with me…”

From Psalm 50:5

My mom was devoted to the Mother of Jesus and I couldn’t help admiring her affection for this amazing woman. This reverence came to fruition in elementary school. I attended Presentation School on the West Side of Chicago. My parish and school were named to honor Mary on the occasion of her presentation to God in the temple by her parents. I’m quite certain that, at the time, Joachim and Ann had no idea of the extent to which their daughter would embrace this commitment. Our parish priests and sisters added to my admiration by expounding often regarding Mary’s life.

When I realized the conditions which surrounded Mary’s motherhood, she stole my heart. Mary accepted her role as the mother of Jesus at the ripe age of fourteen. Mary’s commitment turned her world upside down. Because she wasn’t yet married to Joseph, she might have paid for her pregnancy with her life. Fortunately, though Joseph had every reason to leave Mary to fend for herself, he welcomed Mary into his home and his life. The good Joseph easily earned my respect as well.

Today, as we celebrate Mary, I honor this woman who offers me brave example of following ones heart and doing the right thing. Mary made peace with her life as it was and she did her best to live it out. Her efforts brought heaven’s peace to our world in the person of Jesus. Perhaps our efforts can bring a bit of peace as well.

Dear God, thank you for Mary and all of the amazing souls who inspire the rest of us to bring your peace to others in all that we say and do.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Bits of Peace…

Take care of this vine,
and protect what my hand has planted.

From Psalm 80:16

This first week of Advent, I continue my efforts to bring a bit of God’s peace to my little corner of the world. At the same time, I’ve had a bit of trouble maintaining the peace within and around me. It’s so difficult to feel at peace these days!

My little family and I are generously blessed. I express my gratitude to the Lord God daily –sometimes several times a day- for this. I cannot count how often I give thanks for the little things which compel me to smile so often. Still, others for whom I care deeply suffer greatly. Add to this the woes of our world and you see why I’m troubled. I feel helpless as there isn’t much that I can do to alleviate most of this. So it is that I pray for peace. I pray that peace will come to those I know and to all the world.

When nothing seems to change, I become impatient. I order God to take care of things. “I wouldn’t talk to you this way,” I say, “if you’d fix this!” It’s usually after such a conversation that I run into these loved ones. They share that, though all isn’t well, God is with them and they’re at peace. The same is true for the rest of the world. That occasional bit of good news renews my hope. In the face of these things, I turn to God once again. This time, I apologize and renew my promise to spread peace everywhere I go.

Patient God, thank you for your patient love and for trusting us with your peace.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

My Friend Therese

“If God grants my desires… I will spend my Heaven doing good on earth…”
Saint Therese of Lisieux

This is the feast day of Saint Therese of Lisieux. I’ve felt great affection for Therese since fifth grade when I read her autobiography. I identified with this young saint because her circumstances reflected my own. Therese and I share our French heritage. Therese grew up with several sisters as I did. She wanted to become a nun from very early on. I wanted to become a nun for as long as I can remember. Most importantly, Therese spoke her mind to God probably from the day she learned to pray. So have I. Therese never doubted God’s love for her and she felt free to share everything with God. I grew up feeling the same.

Years later, when I revisited Therese’s autobiography, I appreciated Therese’s approach to this life more fully. Within the seemingly mundane experiences, frustrations and worries of her young life, Therese found small ways to do good. When she left home in her teens to join the Carmelite Nuns, Therese quickly discovered that she would spend her short life perfecting what she called “The little way.” Therese realized that the best opportunity to do good is in the everyday circumstances of our lives. Indeed, Therese perfected her little way by the time she passed away at age twenty-four.

As for me, my circumstances are ordinary as well. I plan to celebrate Therese’s feast by taking full advantage of this ordinary day. Today, I will transform every ordinary moment into an opportunity to do good.

Loving God, thank you for Therese and for all of the wise souls who lead us closer to you.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Attend To The Weather

This is the message you heard from the beginning:
we should love one another.

1 John 3:11

A storm is brewing just beyond my window. A recent string of dry days makes this a welcome omen. I failed to understand the explanation the meteorologist offered to explain this change in the weather. Still, I listened gratefully to her promise of rain.

It occurs to me that my knowledge of human nature exceeds my knowledge of the weather. Sadly, I sometimes ignore this wisdom and “push buttons” that would best be left alone. Though I know well what will come next if I attempt to have the last word, I speak in spite of myself. Though the thunder in my adversary threatens, I hold on to what I should have let go rather than letting love take care. When I reflect further, I realize that some of the aggravation and discontent in my life would be alleviated if I paid better attention to the “weather conditions” swirling about others. Truly, I’ve accomplished the most good when I’ve followed my heart and responded to that “weather” with love.

Though I may never fully understand meteorological phenomena, I can certainly improve my understanding of my fellow humans.

Patient God, help me to respond to those you give me to love as you do.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

An Inspiring Rebel

“How is it that you are angry with me
for curing a man on the sabbath?.”

John 7:23

The 20th anniversary of a dear friend’s passing looms. We met when I was just four years old and our friendship endured until he passed away decades later. Weeks ago, I referenced the abuse of children within the church. After sharing my heartbreak and anger, I acknowledged the many good priests who share these sentiments. I also shared my hope in the good religious and lay people who would band together to prevent this from ever happening again. This friend about whom I write is Father O’Connell, a good priest who generously shared his time with me while offering no threat to my childhood innocence. Now let me tell you about this rebel of a priest who inspired my own sometimes rebellious ways…

Father always took the time to talk to me. He was the first person I told when my dad passed away. Even at the ripe young age of 8, I sensed that Father was a bit of a rebel. Though he respected the letter of the law, he had great compassion for those in need. He locked horns with the housekeepers of our parish rectory when they complained that he’d “cluttered up” the basement with clothing he collected for the poor. Some time later, Father locked horns with a local mayor because he’d hired some striking city workers to do odd jobs around the church so they could put food on their tables.

Perhaps it is because Father had such a generous heart that nothing came of the murmurs against him. In each instance, someone came to bat for him, perhaps out of fear that Father was a little too close to God to mess with.So it is that, like Father, I never challenge the rules for my own sake. However, I habitually set them aside in the interest of love, God’s love, to be precise.

Dear God, be with us as we strive to live in accord with your love.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Thank You, Sister!

Doing the will of him who sent me
and bringing his work to completion
is my food.

John 4:34

While making salads for dinner, I was distracted by a familiar voice. My husband had tuned in to a rerun of The Flying Nun. I looked up to see Sally Field in her Sister Bertrille habit. She was in the midst of an adventure with her fellow nuns at their convent in San Juan. I didn’t watch the show when it aired because I was busy with homework and the part-time job which paid my college tuition. These days, I enjoy an episode here and there. Each one offers a glimpse into the humanity of Sister Bertrille and the hope with which she faced everything. Though the show wasn’t meant to be religious, it did highlight the best of what I encountered in the nuns I’ve met along the way.

Three of my aunts were nuns. From the time I realized what a nun was, I wanted to enter the convent, too. As it happened, I spent a lot of time with them over the years. Beside our encounters in the classroom, I spent an entire summer during college in a convent. Two remarkable nuns and I provided summer classes for immigrant children. We hoped to introduce them to English and ease their transition into school that fall. The truth is that this was one of the best summers of my life!

Looking back, I see that I was drawn to the nuns because of the good they did. Their dedication to caring for others appealed to me. They taught me that when we open our eyes and our hearts to others, we find amazing and unexpected ways to make God’s work our own. We also find amazing and unexpected joy. Wherever you are, I thank you all!

Dear God, bless the nuns and all who have opened my eyes to your loving ways.

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