I am so glad to embrace Pope John XXIII as a saint of the Catholic Church. Our saints are, after all, people who live exemplary lives with wisdom that helps expand our human understanding. They are models for us to emulate--our heroes.
In the 1960's I read Journal of a Soul, Pope John's spiritual diaries--his humility, sincerity and devotion are clearly in evidence. I believed then that he was an exceptional person who would one day be declared a saint. Though he was steeped in the religious thinking of the past, he was able to see ahead to needed changes for the Church to remain relevant in the changing world. He was aware of the evolutionary views of Teilhard de Chardin and did not condemn them but recognized that at that time the Church was not yet ready for so great a leap forward, there were more fundamental changes needed first. He convened the Second Vatican Council in 1962 to review and revise all documents of the Church. The 'windows were opened' but the work begun was impacted by his death in 1963 and in the 50 years since then, conservative elements arose to curtail the forward movement.
When Pope Benedict fast-tracked Pope John Paul II (1978 - 2005) for beatification ahead of John XXIII (1958 - 1963) it seemed to be a vote to highlight the conservative position of the Church. A balance was regained when Pope Francis intervened to complete the process for both John XXIII and John Paul II to be officially sainted together, thus favoring neither conservatives nor progressives but acknowledging that each has a place in this struggle to move forward as we once again seriously face the task of bringing the Church into the modern world--a task fraught with many complex issues.
Pope Francis has already called for an Extraordinary Synod to address issues of the family, thus he seems well suited to take up the mantle of these two influential new saints.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Easter Week 2014
He looked to be a man--
cruelly treated, he forgave
He died, yet resurrected
How can it be?
I was once a child . . . a baby
now an adult, no earlier cell remains,
completely changed yet the same 'me'
How can it be?
We put seeds into the ground
cover them over and wait . . .
flowers and food to sustain us
How can it be?
I step into a mammoth machine
it rises above the earth
carrying me through the clouds
How can it be?
We look at a picture
of a tiny blue ball in space
taken from the moon
How can it be?
I think of this self that I am,
myriads of happenstances necessary
to have called me into being
How can it be?
Billions of people inhabit the earth
each individual unique
yet sharing a relentless sameness
How can it be?
Wonder upon wonder upon wonder
if we but remember to look . . .
How can it be?
Yet it is so!
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