Sunday, January 13, 2013

Tampa Winter Break SJO Trip

Today, the Christmas season ends with the feast of the Baptism of the Lord. Jesus is baptized by John, and receives a loving affirmation from God, who says before all: “This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” Jesus is reminded of his identity: He is the Father’s Son, he is loved, he belongs to the Father.  He is pleasing to the Father.

We all need to know that God is our Father, he loves us, and is pleased with us. When we are baptized, this is exactly what happens.  Jesus then goes to the desert for forty days, where he is tempted by the devil.  But Jesus doesn’t fall for it.  He knows his identity.  He knows who he is...and whose he is.

The devil tells Jesus to be somebody, to assert himself, to prove himself.  But Jesus has no need for it.  He has the Father’s love and approval.  What else does he need?  The devil’s promises are revealed as hollow and false, and Jesus easily rejects them.

Jesus receives his mission at his baptism.  His baptism is his commissioning for his ministry.  He will go forth as God’s anointed one to free the prisoners, liberate the oppressed, open the eyes of the blind, and announce the year of favor, the time of jubilee rejoicing.  The time of God’s victory has arrived.

At our baptism, we too receive a mission.  We are drawn into Jesus’ life and mission and invited to share in his victory.  Sometimes we forget this.  Sometimes baptism is simply our “get into heaven free” pass.  Sometimes we think it’s simply about our own salvation, forgetting that we have a mission, a purpose, a plan from God, a plan involving others.  We are commissioned to put faith into action to spread the victory of Jesus and serve others, making the world better.

This past week I had the privilege of putting my faith into action with ten students... and one nun!  Our St John’s Service and Justice Outreach (SJO) took a mission trip to Tampa to serve children, the poor, and the homeless.  We experienced the joy of serving others.  In the process, friendships were formed and deepened, lives were shared, and faith was deepened.  Our hearts were renewed by acts of love.  We witnessed and shared the victory of Jesus.

The first night, after some drama over the rental van, we joined in celebrating the funeral Mass of Dave Varette, a longtime Salesian brother who began his life as an orphan taken in by the Salesians, and ended up giving his whole life by serving among them.

Tuesday we picked up 150 donated sandwiches from the our friends at the Village Inn and served them to the homeless at Pinella’s Hope.  Started by the local bishop and run by Catholic Charities, Pinella’s Hope has hundreds of tents where homeless people live as they transition back into jobs and self sufficiency.  It’s truly a hand up, rather than a hand out.  We shared lunch and conversation with many of the residents, who told us about their lives.  They shared their stories without self pity or anger.  In fact, most of them expressed gratitude to God and others for the blessings in their lives.  Afterward, we moved a bunch of old doors from one warehouse to another.

Wednesday, we went to Villa Madonna school and spent the day with the students and teachers there.  I had the fun of playing guitar and singing songs with fourth, sixth, and seventh graders.  After school we helped out with the Boys and Girls club, serving snacks and playing with the children from the neighborhood.  It was moving to see the care and tenderness offered these kids, and their carefree happiness as they played in this safe space.

Thursday and Friday, we served at Metropolitan Ministries, a major advocacy center for the greater Tampa community.  2200 meals a day are prepared and sent out to various sites, along with hundreds more for locals and residents, mostly families struggling to get back on their feet after various misfortunes and difficulties.  We worked in the kitchen, the warehouse, and the clothing center.  On Friday, a group of us quartered over 100 chickens.

Each night, we went back to Mary Help of Christians, a large Salesian complex including a school, a boys and girls club, and a residence for senior priests.  There, we were offered hospitality and love.  We enjoyed an evening meal together and then we shared about our experiences amid quiet prayer and adoration.  One evening we went to confession. Another evening was spent aboard a dinner cruise around Tampa Bay.  We sat on the deck and sang Mumford and Sons song, loving life and each other amid evening temperatures in the 70's.

We began the week as mostly strangers.  By the end, God had knit us together as a community.  He formed us into a people after his own loving image.  We got to experience first hand the truth of Gandhi’s words, that the surest path to happiness is to lose oneself in service of others.

I have the feeling that our group will be friends for a very long time to come.  We shared the joy of serving others, moved by the love of Jesus Christ.  We prayed, laughed, and shared life together.  We grew in faith and love.  We lived out our identity as God’s beloved children. We lived our commissioning to put our faith into action by spreading the God’s love to those less fortunate.  We saw the victory of Christ made visible through powerful and effective agencies of service and love for others.  We like to think that we left Tampa a little better than we found it.  We certainly found ourselves better off than when we began.

On today’s feast of the Baptism of the Lord, I pray that each of us will hear the voice of God once again, saying, “You are my beloved son, my beloved daughter, in whom I am well pleased.”  I pray that we will embrace our sharing in Jesus’ mission by going forth to put our faith into action and serving others.  I pray that the victory of Jesus will spread through our actions and through our love.

I want to personally thank Conor, Nino, Dominic, Tyler, Ellie, Hanna, Kristen, Caroline, Molly, Anne, and, of course, Sister Maryann.  Sharing this week with each of you was what made it so special and beautiful.  You are a gift to St John’s and to the people of Tampa.  You have all become my dear friends.  You are witnesses to me of what it means to serve and to love.  I am so blessed to be a Newman chaplain getting to interact with young people like you. Thanks be to God, and thanks to all of you!

Monday, December 31, 2012

It's Not So Impossible

Note: The concert I am writing about was Thursday, Dec. 13, 2012.  I wrote this a week later, and just now got around to posting it.
happy new year, by the way

    At one point in Sufjan Steven’s “Christmas Sing-A-Long Seasonal Affective Disorder Pageant On Ice,” "Joy to the World" morphed into the refrain from "Impossible Soul": “Boy we can do much more together/ It’s not so impossible.”  A guitarist in a chicken suit, a keyboardist dressed as a nun, and Rosie Thomas in a snowman costume helped fill in the rhythm section. A skeleton suit also fit somewhere in the equation.  The song was selected via the “Wheel of Christmas,” full of well known secular and sacred Christmas sing-a-longs.  Hundreds of twenty- and thirty-something hipsters joined in, with no discernible self-consciousness or irony. It was a transcendent moment.

    This was the scene at Turner Hall in Milwaukee last Thursday night.  It was a night of joy.  By its end, it seemed true that anything is possible.

    While I am a fan, I did not expect too much from the show.  I have barely digested Sufjan’s first massive Christmas collection, released years ago.  His new one, with fifty nine songs, now has techno and auto-tune to contend with.  I limited myself to the twelve-song "Noisetrade" sampler for the time being.

    Going back two years, it took a live concert experience for me to really get the “Age of Adz.”  That album was a departure, filled with uncharacteristic existential crisis and angst.  The beatific, feathery voice, the acoustic guitars and quiet pianos and homely banjos, gave way to drum machines and synthesizers.  The lyrics, though still filled with the familiar achings for affection and love, were more ominous.  The tone was postmodern and heavy.  Soul searching and personal anguish came out in interviews, as devoted listeners tried getting their heads around this sonic ode to Royal Robertson, the schizophrenic sign-painting prophet of apocalyptic disaster and doom.  “What’s happening to Sufjan?”, many were asking.

    "Impossible Soul" was a particular challenge.  At twenty-four minutes, the album closer could daunt even the most intrepid and open-minded listener. It seemed to smash every imaginable song-writing convention.  I tried, mostly in vain.  But as he performed it, something magical happened.  By the end, security guards in the staid Chicago theater were shooing spontaneously dancing throngs back to their seats.  Such subversive rowdiness at a Sufjan concert was clearly unexpected.  Suddenly, it all made sense. The album popped for me and ascended to constant rotation on my iPod.  I accepted the plain truth of Sufjan’s genius.  I would never question him again.

    Then came “Christmas Unicorn.”  Now, I am aware of the Christ symbolism of the unicorn, thanks to a visit to the Cloisters in New York a few years ago, where I viewed the famous unicorn tapestry series along with an explanatory tour by a scholar.  So I suspected there may be more here than meets the eye (ear). But the twelve minute song did not immediately win me over, to say the least.  I must confess to actually poking fun at it in the car with a friend. “I am the Christmas Unicorn.  You are the Christmas Unicorn,” we mocked.  It was just a little too much.

    But then, he did it again.  He performed it, and something transcendent happened.  Sufjan got into a costume so outlandish that I cannot really explain, except that it had lots of balloons and streamers and of course, a unicorn horn.  From the first moments of the song, one could feel that something magical was about to happen.  Oh I’m a Christian holiday/ I’m a symbol of original sin... Oh I’m a pagan heresy/I’m a tragic-al Catholic shrine... Oh I’m hysterically American/I’ve a credit card on my wrist.  While the song slowly built, inflatable unicorns were thrown into the crowd.  A confetti explosion capped the delight.  For a moment, we were all unabashed Christmas unicorns.

    I saw Sufjan and thought of Tom Bombadil from "The Lord of the Rings." Singing nonsensically, flamboyant clothes, not a care in the world... no wonder Bombadil is sometimes viewed as a symbol of pre-fallen Adam.  Earlier in the night, Sufjan wore a sleeveless t-shirt with the words “X-Mess” spelled out in tape on the back. He told stories about the dysfunctional Christmas disasters of his childhood and even included “That Was the Worst Christmas ever” in his set-list.  But now, he was the Christmas Unicorn.  He was taking the schmaltz and profanity and tackiness and commercialism and absurdity of twenty-first century American Christmas and leaning into it, owning it, embracing it, absorbing it, becoming it.  And coming out on the other side, redeemed. He took it all head-on, and transformed it into something beautiful.  All I could say was, wow.  I turned to my friend Katy and shamelessly shouted it out.  I get it! I am a Christmas unicorn! I am happy!

    The seven tapestries of the Unicorn series at the Cloisters include the entire paschal mystery of Jesus, say some scholars.  So, in a strange and unique way, the art of Sufjan Stevens.

    If there is an artistic equivalent for a saint, Sufjan is it.  His show exhibited an effortless and natural blending of sacred and the secular, sublime and ridiculous, divine and human.  He is so comfortable in his skin, and so at ease with himself, that it rubs off on the audience.  Marketers would say he knows his brand; Christians would say he knows his identity.  He is a son of the Father.  He is free, no longer under the law.  He is the anti-rock star, an everyman that wins us with his personality as much as with his music.  He repeatedly gave reverent but non-invasive nods to Jesus.  All evening he made gently self-effacing quips that garnered deep sympathy and affection from the audience, while blending things that should not fit together, from four-part medieval choral harmonies of “Lo How a Rose E’er Blooming” to a techno auto-tune romp of “Do You See What I See.”

    The blended styles were symbolic.  Amid the fragmented selves of postmodernity, here is a man who has managed to gather them all together under one roof, one table, one feast, one self.  Everything fits, somehow.  He has found a place for them all.  Whereas most of us live an existence diluted by many streams of multiple selves, he is a single gushing fountain. Everything God intended him to have, and be, and give, comes out. Perhaps the existential anguish of the “Age of Adz” paid off.  The man and artist I just saw perform cannot but be the product of a considerable and ongoing journey of deep personal interior work.

    “Joy to the World/ the Lord is come.”  Who today can believe it?  “We can do much more together/ it’s not so impossible.”  Thanks, Sufjan, for reminding us, for pointing us to the joy, to the Mystery, to the Lord.  Through your quirky, beautiful art, it all seems so credible again.  As long as there are artists like you, it’s not so impossible.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Articles of value; Over the Rhine

A few friends of mine have recently published some excellent articles.  There's this one on evangelization from Tony:

http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/column.php?n=2378

Then there's this one on the "year of faith" from Jonathan:
http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/column.php?n=2321

On another note, I saw Over the Rhine at the Old Town School of Folk Music Saturday night in Lincoln Square (Chicago).  I went with my friends Teresa and Jeff.  OTR has done this show several years in a row.  This is my third time in four years, and each time has been better.  Over the Rhine, named after a hardscrabble neighborhood of Cincinnati, is the husband-wife duo of Linford Detweiler and Karin Bergquist (plus a bassist and percussionist). Their romantic and musical chemistry, their extremely tight performance and songwriting, and their onstage rapport with the audience, is matched only by the sheer decency and humanity they bring with them as people and musicians.

They plan on recording two new records this year: "The Farm," about their experiences of life from a pre-Civil War farmhouse in rural Ohio where they have sunk down their roots; and "Blood Oranges in the Snow," yet another Christmas record which they define as "reality Christmas" music.  I cannot wait to hear these new records.  I wish I had taken notes at the concert, because some of their new songs are simply amazing, and the lyrics are extraordinary.

I know of few songwriters producing work of such depth and nuance; or with such subtle, respectful reverence for the beauties, complexities and muddiness of life, all wrapped in a soft mantle of the gentle hope for redemption.  They get better and better. One critic calls their work "love songs for grown-ups."  I met Karin and Linford at the Glen Workshop, sponsored by Image Journal, in July 2008, when I was fortunate enough to be in their five-day songwriting session.  That experience is a large part of the reason my latest records, this blog, and my website exists. If you haven't checked out their work, I encourage you to do so.  You will not be disappointed.  My personal favorite is their latest album, The Long Surrender.

For a free download from Noisetrade of their last Christmas record, "Snow Angels," click here.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Rock & Roll as Seeking for Infinite

On January 21 I have been asked by my friend Jonathan to moderate the Denver Crossroads event with John Waters.  The topic will be a further elaboration of his exhibit at this year's Rimini meeting, an annual cultural festival sponsored by Communion and Liberation.  I am really excited for this opportunity!  John Waters is an Irish journalist who has written about music for decades, including a book on U2.  You can watch his presentation at the Meeting here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=te_4M6ReCF8&list=PL45E2A11F5C6EB74B&index=2&feature=plpp_video
You can read a summary of some main points here:
http://www.ilsussidiario.net/News/English-Spoken-Here/Arts-Entertainment/2012/8/10/MUSIC-The-Truth-Lurks-Inside-the-Bubble-of-Attitude-and-Commerce/310868/

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Recent publications

Here are a few recent things I did that were published in Homiletic and Pastoral Review, a monthly Catholic online magazine:
The Vocation to Life: http://www.hprweb.com/2012/06/the-vocation-to-life/
October Homilies: http://www.hprweb.com/2012/09/homilies-9/