Sunday, January 10, 2016

The Hope of Mamie Till

By Sr. Laura Coughlin

Next week I will be examined on the quality of the theological synthesis I will bring to the world from my education at Boston College.

One of the exam’s practice questions captured my attention in the way it tied the theological virtue of hope with Christ’s Resurrection, and asked how we would speak of such lofty concepts to a person whose loved one had died by an act of injustice.

As we approach the MLK holiday, I’d like to apply the practice question to the compelling example of injustice in the death of Emmett Till.  For those who don’t recall, Till was the black teen who was tortured and murdered for “whistling at a white woman” in 1955. 
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Hope is one of three theological virtues.  Karl Rahner argues that hope flows directly from the will of God, and unifies faith and love.  All three virtues orient humankind toward an ultimate future known already in the Resurrection of Christ.  Anthropologically, hope is the acceptance of an orientation toward God with which all men and women are made capable of receiving Revelation.  Rahner correlates hope with courage suggesting that its expression willingly renounces what is “unnecessary in the present” for what is promised in the absolute future by an “uncontrollable and incalculable God."

How do we grasp such a renunciation when that which is “unnecessary” is one’s own son?  Clearly Christ’s Resurrection indicates that human beings are not created to be perishable, but to live a transfigured life eternally in union with God.  What is “unnecessary”, therefore, is not the person who dies, but the control we desire over how our lives will unfold in relationship with others.  Till’s person today connects to millions of others who live an embodied existence, a fact easily proved in any U.S. history class.  Through a concept developed by Louis-Marie Chauvet, his presence to us now can be understood symbolically as the "presence of an absence."  Somewhat controversially, Chauvet used this phrase to explain how Christians throughout time experience the risen Christ. 

Mamie Till’s choices illustrate both Rahner’s correlation of hope with courage, and Chauvet’s symbolic “presence of an absence”.  By allowing the press to make her son’s wounds visible to all who read a newspaper, and by requiring that the coffin be opened in spite of the stench of her son’s rotting flesh, Mamie Till mediated the presence of her son’s absence in a powerful memory that continues to mobilize Americans in favor of a better justice.

When she demanded that Mississippi authorities deliver her son’s body to Chicago, Mamie Till could not have experienced hope as the oft-confused sunny disposition of optimism.  Like Mary, mother of Jesus, Mamie Till faced suffering with the vision of faith, something which allowed her to perceive a larger story than the one her own sorrow wanted to write.  The alacrity of her hope allowed no room for despair, nor did it presume that God would act without her cooperation.

As per Rahner, Mamie Till’s life reveals hope as an act of courage which possesses the capacity to reform secular structures of injustice.  Such an act powerfully demonstrates a “small hope” (secular justice) that lives within a “larger hope” (vision of God in the eschaton).  At some point following her son’s death, Mamie Till had what she describes as a vision which offered her the type of certainty for which Christians long:
“Emmett was not mine; he (Emmett) belonged to him (God)…God had chosen him (Emmett) for this mission.” 

Such a vision implies that we are invited to receive and act on the transcendent plan of God, even while God remains “incalculable and uncontrollable”.  The painful challenge of Rahner’s hope-as-courage, as well as of his image of God as uncontrollable mystery, is evidenced by the fact that both killers (J.W. Milam and Roy Bryant) were acquitted at the trial, and brazenly admitted to the murder afterward when they were no longer in danger of being retried for the same crime.  Their acquittal reveals the hard truth that Christian hope is not primarily a state of mind (optimism), but a state of persistence through suffering toward God’s end in mission.

Christian hope exerts itself for the coming of the Kingdom of God, something which would be an impossibility without the Resurrection of Christ.  But the Resurrection itself is a Trinitarian act, and indicates the importance God places on perfected relationships.  Because Mamie Till believed that her own relation to her son was held in the light of a larger relation to God, she knew that the secular acquittal of injustice was not the last word.  The first and last Word of God is raised in the love of the Trinity, a love whose distinctions of divinity are nonetheless held in absolute unity.  This love affirms that there is only one category of “race” that matters in the end.  On this knowledge of God, Mamie Till placed all her hope.



Sources
Rahner, Karl, On the Theology of Hope, Theological Investigations, vol. 10, ch 13, 1968.

Chauvet, Louis-Marie, Symbol and Sacrament. 1995.

The Untold Story of EMMETT LUIS TILL (Documentary 2005) by Keith Beauchamp, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvijYSJtkQk

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Epiphany

By Sr. Roberta Treppa

January 6 is the traditional date for the Feast of the Epiphany, the day that the Magi came face-to-face with the Christ child.  Led by the light of a star, they journeyed through the desert to meet their King.

As I reflect on the journey of the three wise men, I think about the star-the light that led them to Jesus.  The magi traveled at night, and their only source of light to keep them from stumbling came simply from the stars in the heavens, and one star in particular.

No distractions…Just the stars and companions to lead the way.

Today, we are inundated with light...so much man-made light that we often cannot see the natural lights in the heavens.

Distractions abound in our daily journey to find Christ-in experiences, people, even in ourselves sometimes.  Things like peer pressure, media, and personal expectations are modern-day tempters and distractions.  Catchy commercials and snazzy signs draw our attention to the gods of our time such as possessions and power.  They are all-too-frequent experiences that can blind us to the presence of-or even existence of-Christ.


But we are also blessed to have true lights in our lives-mentors, spiritual directors, family and friends who help us see Christ and journey each day closer to Him.  I am grateful for those in my life who are models of the faith, spiritual companions, and Sisters in Community.  These are my "stars" who light the way, who draw my attention to finding Christ in all.

Epiphanies happen every day.  I am constantly being led to the Christ child, as obscure as His existence may seem sometimes.  But He is there...He is HERE-in the child, in the elderly, in the poor I encounter each day, in experiences and in myself.  I need only to seek, and I will find Him.

I am a seeker, seeking Christ

I am a gift-bearer, offering myself

I am blessed…to have encountered Him.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

God of the Journey

By Sr. Tracy Kemme


Me with my wonderful newly-wed friends!
Yesterday, I witnessed two college friends enter into the covenant of marriage.  The beautiful Mass took place in the Chapel of the Immaculate Conception on the campus of our alma mater, the University of Dayton.  Appropriately celebrated on the feast of the Epiphany, it was a day filled with light.  There are few things more powerful and heart-warming than watching two people commit their lives to one another in Christ.

This afternoon, our congregation gathered in the chapel at the Motherhouse to celebrate the feast day of our foundress, St. Elizabeth Ann Seton.  During this Mass, Sisters renew their vows, and Associates renew their commitments.  For the first time, I was able to stand with all of my Sisters and renew the vows that I professed this past June.  What a joy!

Two different vocations; one faithful God at the heart of each of them. 

The celebrant at my friends’ Saturday wedding focused his homily on the theme of “journey.”  Several times throughout this past weekend, I found myself in awe at how God is made manifest through our varied vocations and diverse journeys, all intertwined with one another.

I saw it in the love between the new married couple and their families.  Tears were shed and laughter echoed throughout the weekend during walks down the aisle and wedding toasts.  I loved catching glimpses of the parents of the bride and groom, beaming with pride and filling with emotion as they watched the children they raised now form their own family.

I saw it in my college friends who are now spouses, and in some cases, parents.  It was beautiful to witness the light in one friend’s eyes when she said how much she loves being a mother or the quiet joy in another’s eyes when she talked about her first year of marriage.  I saw it when a friend, a new mom, left the dancefloor to pump breastmilk for her little girl and when another friend was lovingly attentive to his wife, who was feeling sick most of the day.

I saw it in the priest, a friend of the groom, who led an absolutely beautiful liturgy.  He is a young guy, full of energy for his vocation.  His down-to-earth manner, kindness, and insight filled the Mass with warmth.

I saw it today at our Elizabeth Seton celebration when we honored three women with our annual Elizabeth Seton Award.  One works in health care for the underserved, and the other two work to end human trafficking.  Their gifts and commitment have made such an impact in our city, and it seems that it just flows naturally from who they are.

Some of the beautiful sisters I get to journey with
gathered on New Years Eve
And, I saw it, as I always do, watching my fellow sisters and associates process up to receive the Eucharist during Mass.  I find myself filled with wonder as I look at each of their faces and think of all that each one uniquely is and does.  So many beautiful journeys are represented there.

When we pause to notice, it is simply a delight to watch another human being live her or his God-given journey with commitment and love.  Isn't it?  Our journeys are not perfect, easy, or glamorous, but they are ours, and they are sacred.  Not every day brings the thrill of a wedding or the joy of renewing vows, but it is in the stuff of daily life that the journey becomes real.

As we begin this new year, I give thanks for our God who comes alive to us in the billions of journeys unfolding around the world simultaneously, no two of which are alike.  

I ask for the grace that each of us may see the unrepeatable beauty in the journey that we walk, knowing that God is the beating heart of every vocation.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Being Grateful for 2015's Graces

By Sr. Judy Donohue

In every thing give thanks! ~1 Thessalonians 5:18 

Today, as I was eating lunch with three sisters in my community.  I asked them “What are you grateful for from 2015?”  One referenced the three aims of Pope Francis letter on consecrated life.  He suggested looking back at the past with gratitude.  The other aims of religious are to live the present with passion and embrace the future with hope.  Keeping Jesus first is the key.  To grow closer, deeper to God. This is achieved through faithfulness to prayer, reading scripture and praying for the grace to love God wholeheartedly.  

I appreciate Sisters who share about their personal relationship with Jesus. Making God personal makes God real. It encourages me so much when Sisters speak about their testimonies.  Sharing what God has done for them inspires me to consider what God has done for me.  Hearing how God helped them through difficult times is reassuring that God will do the same for me.  

Another sister was grateful for community. As I struggle with community as a first year novice, this experience challenges me to see the benefits of community. Living with others reveals your selfishness, your ability to love and forgive. Some days I have it, others I don’t. Sometimes I’m the one who is merciful, and other days my community is merciful to me.  As with all the various vocation lifestyles, there will always be ups and downs. We are joyful when we do what God created us to do. 

Just think, if I did not have faith or my community, where would I be?  Miserable, lonely, wandering in life yet searching for direction.  I am called to develop my prayer life, relationship with God and my spiritual life.  As I am joyful, people will wonder what makes me tick.  They may want what I have.  Faith is caught more than taught.   St. Vincent de Paul suggests not just to feed the poor, but to give them Jesus, feed their spirits.  The bases of my joy is my personal relationship with Jesus. This intimate communion with God guides me, gives me peace and hope.  I am most grateful for God’s presence and help. In 2015, I am grateful for the grace to persevere when I want to give up.  What are you grateful for?

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Believing is Seeing

By Whitney Schieltz

Growing up, I was under the impression that believing in God meant knowing God existed.  Since my brain was never convinced by any tangible evidence, I deduced that there was no such thing as God and thus did not believe in God.  It was not until graduate school that I began to understand the concept of faith and what it meant to have a relationship with God.  Living with four young women who openly discussed their Christian faith and modeled the compassion of Jesus, I realized that faith is not the effect of experiencing God—faith is the cause.  While it can be difficult to trust in God without being aware of God’s presence, it is through faith that we are able to grow closer in our relationship with God.

Lately I have been struggling with this.  My relationship with God has felt distant, and I have been frustrated with my inability to feel God’s presence or to detect a response to my prayers.  Discussing this with my spiritual director, she asked me about my image of Jesus.  As I usually do, I responded by saying that I view Jesus as a friend.  Even before my spiritual director continued, I knew where the conversation was headed.  Instead of being aware of God’s presence in every moment and every interaction throughout my day and trusting that I would receive what I needed when I needed it, I kept expecting some grand sign to renew my faith and help me trust in God’s plan.  Once again, I was looking for evidence.  I was not trying to renew my faith in God—I was trying to know that God was there.  I was thankful in the good moments and asked for support in the bad times, but I neglected God’s companionship throughout the rest of my day.  Although I said Jesus was my friend, I was not acting accordingly.  In order to have a close friendship with anyone, we have to include them in all the moments of our lives—good, bad, and boring—not just turn to them in times of excitement or despair.

After that discussion with my spiritual director, I found myself enjoying Advent with a greater awareness and enthusiasm for including Jesus in every seemingly mundane moment.  Amid the holiday preparations, while reminiscing about my favorite Christmas movies from childhood, a scene from The Santa Clause popped into my head.  As Tim Allen’s character looks around the North Pole, struggling to accept the reality of Santa and elves, Judy the Elf explains that “seeing isn’t believing—believing is seeing.”  I reflected on the line as I went to bed that night, appreciating its application to my recent struggle.  In the morning, as I checked my email, I opened my daily Bible verse and there read, “…for we walk by faith, not by sight.  [2 Corinthians 5:7].”  I smiled, and even laughed a little, at God’s perfect timing.  Sometimes it is difficult to feel God near, but sometimes the signs are clear.  We just have to be patient, spend time in prayer to deepen our relationship, and trust that God will give us what we need when we need it.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Reflections on Christmas in Community

Members of the Future of Charity Blog Team responded to the following questions:


What is your favorite community Advent or Christmas tradition?

or

What surprised you as you celebrated your first Advent or Christmas in community?

See what they had to say!





Beginning on December 17th, our community gathers each day to pray the O Antiphons.  These prayer experiences deepen the meaning of the final days of Advent, and heighten the anticipation of Christ's coming at Christmas.  ~Sr. Annie Klapheke




Our local community took the weekend to Bake chocolate chip cookies, fruit cake, date nut bread, and other goodies. We sorted them out into plates and pans, and then distributed them to our neighbors. We sang, "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," as they opened their doors. This was a great way to be of service to others and spread God's love to help others have the holiday spirit.  ~Sr. Judy Donohue



Not only is this my first Advent living in community, it is my first Advent living on the U.S.-Mexico border and ministering at the margins.  My greatest joy this Advent has come from spending the season with people of different cultures, sharing in their traditions and experiencing new ways of celebrating our faith. ~Whitney Schieltz






My favorite advent tradition is praying with our house community in the morning darkness and then the evening darkness.  As we light the candles of Advent, it reminds me of God's light and that the darkness will soon turn into longer days of sunlight!  ~Sr. Mallorie Gerwitz



During my last few years of living in Cincinnati during formation, I've been able to participate in the Christmas caroling day at Mother Margaret Hall, our congregation's nursing facility.  You'll see a mass of young and old sisters and associates dressed in red and green, capped with Santa hats, traipsing through the 7 floors of Mother Margaret, and you'll hear all of the favorite carols floating through the air.  It is a day of joy when I am reminded what it means to be sister - through the presence of the carolers and the flame of hope in the eyes of our older, wiser sisters as they sit in their wheelchairs, tapping along to tunes they will always know.  ~Sr. Tracy Kemme

My first Advent Season with the Sisters of Charity of Nazareth has brought me great joy and awe. It's the little moments of 'the baby leaping in the womb' that bring us closer to God and to one another. One way is simply being & praying in community. The SCN sisters received a beautiful advent booklet with inspiring reflections from the larger community to help us pray our own Advent season. My favorite part of Advent is the waiting and wonderings of what is to come in my prayer life.  ~Melissa Catherine Fisackerly




My favorite community Christmas tradition is our Christmas Novena.  Hearing everyone sing together all the O Antiphons is so special to me.  It also is a great to know all the Daughters of Charity throughout the world are singing it as well!  ~Sr. Meg Kymes







Though I've only been participating for a couple of years, there are so many special traditions that I already love:  caroling for the sisters in nursing care, the communal prayers and Mass on Christmas Eve, lining the front drive with luminaries, decorating the grand staircase at the motherhouse...! But in each community I've lived with, from the formation house in New Mexico, to the Novitiate House in Cincinnati, and now at our newly established residence, Visitation House, one tradition stands out as being especially meaningful to me. Each of these communities made a point to choose something to do together during Advent in service or support of our sisters and brothers who are less fortunate and in need of someone to be Christ-bearers to them. In New Mexico, weeks of planning activities, gathering gifts for the children and preparing vast quantities of food went into a providing a beautiful Christmas celebration at the Santo Nino center across the border in Mexico. Last year the Novitiate community spent a day volunteering at Salvation Army downtown helping families load the donated gifts into their vehicles as they pulled up. And this year, our house plus Annie and Tracy's parents went to a posada in our low-income neighborhood where we cheered for a free children's orchestra, ate food prepared by the many Guatemalan immigrant mothers, and enjoyed a live mariachi band as we built community with our new neighbors. In each of these examples, I was blessed to witness and be a part of the birthing of Christ anew, and the gift of the realization of Emmanuel-God With Us-is the best gift I ever receive, filling my Advent heart with Christmas joy!  ~Sr. Andrea Koverman

My first advent/Christmas/New Year holidays as a Sister were very international!  I was in Seminary with a Sister from Vietnam, one from El Salvador, and one from the Philippines.  We celebrated each of their traditions- Posadas, Simbang Gabi, and Tet...in addition to my American traditions.  One of my favorite Advent practices that I brought with me was a Taize style Advent prayer.  ~Sr. Roberta Treppa

My favorite community Advent tradition is singing the Christmas Novena each evening with my local community.  We gather in the stillness and silence of the evening, and sing the words of the Messianic prophesies, sacred O Antiphons, and Mary's beautiful Magnificat with one voice.  The Lord, the King who is to come, come let us adore!  ~Kara Davis







Sunday, December 20, 2015

Can I go to them?

By Kara Davis
Postulant, Daughters of Charity

Pope arrives at mosque in flashpoint neighbourhood of Central African capital
Pope Francis arriving to a mosque in a neighborhood in the Central African Republic 
capital Bangui on November 29, 2015.  Photo taken from http://thenews-chronicle.com/
pope-arrives-at-mosque-in-flashpoint-neighbourhood-of-central-african-capital/.
On the First Sunday of Advent, a news article was featured on my Facebook newsfeed with a picture of Pope Francis and the headline, “Can I go to them?  Pope Francis’ stunning response to alleged murders.”  As Pope Francis concluded his visit to Africa, “Popemania” infiltrated social media once again.  Something about this particular article, however, grabbed my attention as I curiously clicked on the link to discover to where and to whom Pope Francis was drawn to go this time.

The article stated that there were reports of violence in a nearby neighborhood where Pope Francis had previously ate with local bishops.  Upon hearing the news, the Holy Father immediately asked the Nuncio, “Can I go?  Can I go [to them]?”  The Nuncio replied, “No Holiness.  It is very dangerous.”

The words, “Can I go to them?” have remained with me throughout these weeks of Advent, and have been the focus of much of my prayer during this season.  I imagine Jesus hearing of the violence and suffering of the world and pleading with The Father, “Can I go?  Can I go to them?”  I hear The Father’s response, “It is very dangerous,” and then Jesus’ answer, “I will go to them.”

I am struck by the Divine desire to be with us, to dwell within our human messiness.  During Sunday Mass when we sing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel,” I think, “Emmanuel, God with us.  Do I really want God to be with me, to dwell in my messiness, my vulnerability?”  Then I hear the response, “Can I go to them?”  Rejoice!  Rejoice!  Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.  Give thanks!  God has chosen you.  God wants to dwell with you!

When we sing, “O Come Divine Messiah,” I think, “What are my expectations for this long awaited Messiah?”  Will hope sing its triumph?  Will sadness flee away?  Will He break the captive fetters?  Will He be made lowly, clothed in human weakness?”  Then I hear the responses, “It is very dangerous,” and “I will go to them.”  O Come Prince of Peace.  Dispel violence and hatred, and reveal the face of mercy to the world.

As we begin the fourth week of Advent, I ponder how I am to receive Christ as He comes to me, and how I am called to share the face of mercy with those around me as we continue this pilgrimage of mercy for the coming year.  Just as Pope Francis responded, “Can I go to them,” may we respond with those same words as we bring mercy and joy to the world.  Peace be with you!