Friday, July 22, 2011

Swords into Plowshares is something to aspire too

Swords into Plowshares is a powerful image. It also happens to be the name given to a blog set up by the Peacemaking Program and the Presbyterian Ministery at the United Nations of the General Assembly Mission of the Presbyterian Church (USA).

At the time I came across it, it carried an emotive prayer and plea.


This is part of what the author wrote. (The rest can be read at the following link:)http://www.pcusa.org/blogs/swords-plowshares/tags/horn%20of%20africa/


Famine stalks the Horn of Africa. Bombs detonate in Oslo, Violence wracks Malawi and Syria. Rapes are perpetrated in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Atrocities are suspected in Southern Kordofan. Human rights are denied in Madagascar, Peru and Colombia. In places and situations that fail to make the headlines, people are violated; God's creation is abused.


Yet we continue to trust the good news: that people will prevail; that good overcome evil; that love is stronger than death; that God will have the final word."


What do you think? What problems around the world do you find particularly confronting? Or what is the sword in your life that you want to hammer into a plowshare?


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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Of pearls and buried treasure

The following thoughts are taken from the beginning of the appeal talk I will be giving at Sunnybank and Acacia Ridge parishes this weekend (July 23/24), as part of the Catholic Mission appeal program. They draw on the imagery in this weekend's Gospel, about the landowner finding buried treasure, and selling all he owns to possess it; and a merchant similarly selling all his possessions to acquire a precious and rare pearl.


Celena and I are considering moving. There is a town house in Wellington Point that has caught our eye and we are in the process of doing the paperwork, and dealing with banks and mortgage brokers and everything that comes with such a decision. It also means, however, we are doing a lot of clearing out, and culling.


When we cull, or when we have a clearing out in our life - a room, a desk, a shed - we come to understand what is really important. The things that are perhaps trivial, or less meaningful, we dispose of; we keep what is significant and what we truly cherish.


This goes some way towards conveying the mindset Jesus invokes in the Gospel for this weekend (July 23/24). When He shares about the owner of the field selling everything to buy the buried treasure, or the merchant selling all his possessions in order to purchase a newly discovered valuable pearl, He is asking each of us to consider the ultimate clearing out or cull, with the question: "What would compel us to give up everything?" Or to use the theme for the Catholic Mission appeal at this time, "What sacrifice would we make in order to 'Do Something Beautiful for God?'"

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Friday, July 15, 2011

Algo Bello Para Dios in Toowong



The following is the text of an appeal talk I prepared, as Director of Catholic Mission in Brisbane, for the parishes of Toowong and Indooroopilly, on the weekend of July 16/17.


There is a young lady in this community tonight/today, whose name is Bella. It is a name that means Beautiful. She is a family friend but I mention her specifically because the Spanish version of her name is Bello...and it is this word that figures prominently in the Catholic Mission appeal for this year.

ALGO BELLO PARA DIOS – Something Beautiful For God. It was an expression coined by Blessed Mother Teresa and used by one of the church communities in Peru, when it established a hospice for people living with HIV or AIDS. Set up in an old warehouse eight years ago, the facility was called ALGO BELLO PARA DIOS. Tonight/today, you, like the people of Las Malvinas and like Gabriela, who is on the front of the appeal envelope, are being asked to Do Something Beautiful for God.

Before I introduce you to Gabriela and her work, I have a confession to make: my confession is this: I have never been on Mission! I have never left my homeland, to travel abroad and offer myself in service to the church or those who are poor, sick or oppressed. Like some of you here tonight, I have lived out my mission, here in Australia, as a husband, as a father, as an employee and a colleague.

For those of us here tonight/today, who are filled with faith but not yet hearing the call to travel overseas or to remote parts of Australia, in service of our faith, Mission begins the moment we wake up and continues as we make our way through the day, the week, the year. You don’t need a passport to do Mission and it’s not limited only to those who wear the Roman collar or who don a habit. In fact, our entire baptised life is a constant call to create ALGO BELLO PARA DIOS – Something Beautiful for God.

My mission has changed somewhat however in these past few months. Last year, I had to give the eulogy at my son, Brodie’s, funeral. He was just over five years old. A decade earlier, I did the same thing for my daughter, Amber Rose. For me, there is now a very clear question of “if I am not called to be a father in a day-to-day sense, what am I meant to be doing?” And then I look at the image on the envelope you are holding...

Gabriela cannot be here to ask for your support. She is answering the call of God to serve the people of Peru, through the communal kitchen she has set up in Las Malvinas. Father Raymundo who set up the AIDS clinic, also cannot be here to ask for your support. So I guess, for the moment, I have made it my mission to come before you, on their behalf!

The readings for this weekend seem simple, in that they see Jesus use parables to describe the Kingdom of Heaven. The imagery we hear in the Gospel includes the Kingdom being described as the sown seed, the mustard seed that becomes a sheltering tree and the yeast that leavens the bread.

Of all these images, however, it is the parable of the wheat and the darnel, and how they become entwined, that dominates. It is a reflection unique to Matthew, focusing as it does on the idea that not only is the world made up of people who become apathetic in their faith but there are those who actively oppose Gospel values. It is in this world – where evil seems to flourish, poverty is prevalent, and disease and violence is rife – that Catholic Mission operates. Those we support in more than 160 countries – the dedicated missionaries - around the world are the wheat; what they tackle is the darnel.

It is a theme carried over from the first reading, where the author of the book of Wisdom declares: “Your justice has its source in strength, your sovereignty over all makes you lenient to all... “You only have to will and your power is there.” God could solve all the world’s problems but He created us with the potential to take the mustard seed of our faith and nurture it so that it can grow and spread its branches. Contributing to the appeal will do just this, by providing shelter, education, medical assistance and pastoral support, to those in need.

I think Jesus uses the parable of the wheat and the darnel to also point out something fundamental about us, as humans: in each of us, there is potential for good, and potential for evil. One moment we are a Saint, the next a Sinner. Stuff happens in our lives that makes us doubt, makes us question, makes us angry and sets us railing against the injustice of it all. That’s the darnel.

I know I find myself asking lots of questions about why my two children have both been called ‘home’ before me – parents shouldn’t have to bury their children! And while I can’t make sense of it, just yet, I am confident that there is a divine plan and that one day, I might appreciate how and why my children were my ALGO BELLO PARA DIOS for only a brief time!

From my limited perspective, I think the point of Jesus’ parable is that we don’t have all the answers, and we can’t provide the solutions to the world’s ills, on our own. What Matthew’s account encourages is discernment and prudence. We are not always able to distinguish accurately between what is wheat, or good, and what is darnel, or evil. It is Jesus alone who is qualified to judge. This Gospel – as with the appeal itself – is ultimately one that asks us to trust in God’s providence and divine justice.

Donating to Catholic Mission is not about solving all the world’s problems. Make no mistake – your contributions DO make a SIGNIFICANT difference and the inside flap of the appeal envelope gives some examples of how this happens. For instance, $544 – the equivalent of two beers or cups of coffee each week – will enable missionaries to provide food and medicine to 65 river villages in extreme poverty in Peru.

Our donations are like the mustard seed that turns into a tree providing shelter, education, medical assistance, pastoral support, even the Sacraments. Or you could also consider a donation to Catholic Mission as yeast that, when combined with the faithfulness of heroic missionaries like Gabriela and Fr Raymundo, helps ‘leaven’ the conditions experienced by needy people, in more than 160 countries around the world, practically and spiritually.

One such example is the focus for our appeal tonight/today. In the urban river slum of Las Malvina, on the outskirts of Iquitos, the poverty is so extreme, people live in wooden houses made of planks and boards, with only two or three walls and occasionally no roof. Flood conditions exist for up to 7 months each year, bringing sewage, rubbish and disease into the make-shift homes. Polish lay missionary Gabriela says the cars in her homeland of Poland ‘live’ in better conditions, in the garages, than the people of Iquitos do in their homes.” She opened a communal kitchen for local children and it has since expanded to include literacy and education support. With the help of Catholic Mission, and its loyal donors such as you here tonight, she has created ALGO BELLO PARA DIOS – Something Beautiful for God.

I would now like to give you all a chance to respond, according to your capacity, and fill out the envelope or make your contribution.

(GIVE PEOPLE SOME TIME TO FILL OUT ENVELOPES, MAKE DONATION)

I began my talk tonight/today by singling out Bella, the daughter of my friends. I would like to conclude by addressing my closing remarks to her, her sister, Katie, and all those who can rightly be described as Children of God. In doing so, I am going to draw on some of the words from a lovely children’s book, written by Archbishop Desmond Tutu.

In his book, God’s Dream, Archbishop Tutu asks:

Dear Child of God: do you know how to make God’s Dream come true? It is really quite easy. As easy as sharing, loving, caring; as easy as holding, playing, laughing. As easy as knowing we are one big family, because we are all God’s children.
Will you help God’s dream come true?

On behalf of Gabriela, Luisa, Fr Raymundo and all those whose your support will benefit, I ask you: “Will you help God’s dream come true? If you have answered yes, by making a donation, I thank you. You can be confident that you have done exactly what the appeal asks tonight: Algo Bello Para Dios.

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Saturday, May 7, 2011

Of Mr Men and broken rulers


It is the eve before Mother's Day. Celena is in the kitchen, preparing food for a family picnic tomorrow. Neither of us are approaching this important family occasion with any great sense of excitement. For Cel, it will be a reminder of all that she has lost. She is a mother without her children.

Earlier tonight, I found a cane basket containing some craft items used by Celena and Brodie. Sifting through the contents, I was reminded of how quickly life can change. One minute, a mother and her son are making bookmarks out of rubber, kitchen gloves; the next, the mother is grieving that there will be no more creative sessions with her "little man".

One of the items unearthed at the bottom of the basket was a plastic Mr Men ruler. Broken in half, the ruler seems symbolic of the crack that has occurred in our dreams and hopes. Where we once could measure Brodie's growth- physical, emotional, spiritual - in increments of centimetres and his self-expression, now it's the passing of the sun that informs us. The ruler is broken in two, just like our hearts!

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Monday, April 25, 2011

The difference that one can make



A favourite U2 song of mine has the simplest of titles: One. It's a song rife with religious imagery, including the rhetorical question "Did you come hear to play Jesus, to the lepers in your head?"


Of all the numbers available to lyricists and writers, the number 1 seems to be particularly powerful or resonant. Sure, it does take two baby! And you can knock three times on the ceiling if you want someone! But there is something about the solitary, singular nature of one that reaches in and grabs a hold, both of the singer and the listener, the writer and the reader. Perhaps it's because of the inherent Power of One (now there's a title for a book)?

I have a brochure on my desk for a fundraising dinner being held next month. Promoted as The Difference of One, the dinner is being held to raise money - and awareness - about the Priceless Life Centre (http://pricelesslifecentre.org.au/), a venture which seeks to offer "hope to women, their partners and families" at a time of unexpected pregnancy. The brochure invites "people of goodwill to join with us as we seek to make a difference in lives, one life at a time".

The difference of one, hey? Go one step further on any journey and you are nearer to your destination; increase your effort at the gym, by one kilo, by one push-up, by one extra minute on the treadmill, and you reap the benefits of improved strength and health; tell that special person in your life that you love them, one more time, and you keep the spark of romance alive.


I think it may have been Mother Teresa who said that you don't have to do great things to change the world, "just little things with much love". She was pointing to the power we all have to do the "little things" and do them well, with love. We don't have to play Jesus but, like Him, we can make a difference...the difference of one!

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Wearing my heart on my Yellow Skivvy sleeve

When the Yellow Wiggle, Greg Page, stepped down from performing regularly, a lot of hearts broke (both old and young, I suspect - he was quite popular, after all). But it was something he had to, in order to protect his long-term health. No doubt it was a hard decision but, when it came to a choice between staying well or staying as part of one-quarter of an extremely successful performance group, there was only one way he could go.

I find myself thinking of Greg and his decision as I continue to think about life for Celena and I, without our son, Brodie. As we continue to try and put the jigsaw of our family life back together, there are two pictures that could take shape: do we stay together out of habit and the grief we both share? Or do we embrace the sadness and the heartbreak with the same conviction, passion and courage we have taken on all of the emotions and experiences of the past 11 years.

At some point, the Yellow Wiggle had to set aside the expectations of his adoring fans. Circumstances meant that he had to put himself first! I know now that such a stance does not mean one is being selfish. Far from it. It simply shows that if one wants to continue giving, you have to have something to give. Celena and I have lost everything that meant something to us...I hope you will excuse us while we continue to search for a different sense of purpose!
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