The Dignity of Work

Dear Friends,

All of our lives we work. From our infancy to our death, we learn to take in and become all we possibly can about being human. This is major work for which we receive no money, but rather, we receive the human qualities that will inform our lives. For the work of our becoming, we praise You, O God.

On this Sunday of Labor Day weekend, let’s pause to think about the challenge to honor all work, beyond our becoming, and not to resist work as something not worthy of us. For the openness to work you inspire in us, we praise You, O God.

Let’s look upon work with the eyes of God. God is the first among workers, as we read in Genesis. God worked for seven days, and then rested. We are God like when we work, when we produce, create, imagine, enlarge and rest from our work. For making our work an imitation of yours, we praise You, O God.

All work is not of equal value, but all work is valuable. Not because of what we earn, although that is necessary, but all work is valuable because it is how we build, nourish, educate, make music and fun with one another. It’s how we sustain the human community. For the work of our minds, hearts and hands, we praise You, O God.

We have a habit of thinking some work is more important than other work. We tend to believe that, if I make more money, my work is more valuable. But consider the truth that the value of work is within us. As a dishwasher in a restaurant, I contribute to the health and safety of customers. As a beach lifeguard, I watch over the play of children, so that they don’t hurt others, deliberately or not. As a member of the military, my work is to serve the peace and not make war. How I think about the work I do contributes to my being more human. For our work which helps, serves, inspires, empowers other, we praise You, O God.

Some work is dangerous: military service, rescue missions, journeys into the unknown. Bravery is given to us when we need it. For our work which builds peace out of hostility and newness out of darkness. We praise You, O God.

The life work of some people is to organize the men and women who labor at essential jobs so they are not taken advantage of. For them, we praise you, O God.

In this world of brutal climate conditions, and brutal regimes which cause people to flee as refugees, there are women and men who answer the call to be first responders. For them, we praise You, O God.

Gracious, God, First Worker of the Universe and Lover of all You have created, as I study and learn from my life of work, help me to ask not, “Why does he/she have more than I do?” but rather to ask, “What can I be and do with what I have and am?” For the wonder of me, I praise You, O God.          

~ Sister Joan Sobala

Growing in Our Humility

Dear Friends,

Among the best insights into human life in our times is that self-esteem is essential to living fully. You and I need to know, accept and, yes, be glad about ourselves. False modesty and self-deprecation are unhealthy as well as untrue.

To recognize ourselves for who we are and what we are, to value ourselves, are all part of humility, a theme in today’s readings.

The American architect Frank Lloyd Wright was on the stand as a witness in a lawsuit. The dialogue went like this:

“What is your name?”
“Frank Lloyd Wright.”
“What is your occupation?”
“World’s greatest architect.”
“You’re not very humble, are you?”
“Sir, I am under oath.”

While self-confidence is a part of humility, self-promotion at someone else’s expense is not.

That’s the rub. That’s what the guest in Jesus’ story is doing – advancing himself at the expense of others.

Preoccupation with one’s status or position in relationship to others is not just a modern phenomenon. In Jesus’ day, the question of where to sit at a table was no idle matter. One’s honor, social significance and worth were at stake. But Jesus places no value on jockeying for position. Instead, He says to take a lower place. Let the master of the house be the one who invites his guest to a higher place if he so chooses.

How do we grow in humility? For one thing, we can make room in our lives for people who can teach us unexpected lessons. Missionaries who have gone off to foreign lands, fully expecting to bring great insight and value to the poor, often realize how much these people who welcomed them also taught them about life and God. But we don’t have to go off to a foreign land to gain insight from people of other nations. I remember a friend telling me about his own personal reluctance to engage a Pakistani cab driver in a long stop-and-go drive in New Your City. Reluctantly but truly, my friend learned much for his own life in that hour they were stuck together in traffic. Make room for people who can teach us unexpected lessons.

We grow in humility when we make room for new consciousness. It feels so secure to believe that we have the answers to life’s deepest questions sewn up. Or to believe that how we are and what we think is exactly right and we don’t have to change one iota. Humility means letting go of our absolutes about ourselves and our world.

Finally, we grow in humility when we make room for the child in us. As we grow up, we tend to leave behind in inquisitiveness of childhood, our need to belong, our sense of wonder. When we rediscover the child within, that child can lead us to see a new face of God and experience a new connectedness with all people, all creation.

Unlike Frank Lloyd Wright, we are not under legal oath to name the truth. Like him, we stand before God, before one another and before ourselves and are asked to name the truth of our lives.

What do we need to make room for?

~Sister Joan Sobala

The Journey of Our Shoes

Dear Friends,

In late July Pope Francis spent a fruitful week in Canada on a “pilgrimage of forgiveness,” as he called it. Earlier in the year, a delegation of First Nation people, Metis and Inuit, came to Rome to deliver a personal invitation to Pope Francis. They brought with them a small pair of moccasins, a treasured relic from the times when their children were forcibly taken from them to go to government endorsed religious schools to become civilized and made “strangers to their own people.” “Bring the moccasins back when you come,” his visitors told Pope Francis. How could he not come? He had two missions – to utter on behalf of the whole church heartfelt words of apology and to bring back the moccasins.

That got me thinking about other times when shoes of various kinds figured into people’s spiritual journeys.

When Margaret Clitherow was about to be hanged in post-Reformation England for being faithful to Christ in the Roman Catholic Church, she made only one bequest: her shoes were to go to her daughter. “Walk in my shoes, daughter,” was the message.

One of the historic displays on Ellis Island is a steamer trunk overflowing with shoes: singles, pairs, worn out shoes, new shoes, children’s shoes, women’s fashion shoes, work shoes. One wonders: Were they left or taken away? Did their owners have other shoes? Where did the owners settle? Or were they sent back? Or died? The United States is a land of the shoeless and the shoe-d.

On the shore of the Danube at Budapest is a plaza with a variety of bronze statues. Touchingly, one is a pair of a child’s shoes. The plaque next to the shoes says the Nazis took prisoners from this place during their occupation. These shoes were found on the dock after one such raid.

Bridget O’Grady was a senior Irish-born woman who came to daily Mass at St. Mary’s Church in the 1980’s. We all had a hard time understanding her form of English, but we could all see that she wore tattered, sneakers, with rips here and there. Some parishioners wanted to know if they could get her new sneakers? Yes. A few days after the shopping expedition with Bridget, she arrived at church in her new sneakers…rips in all the same places as before. The dawn finally came. Bridget needed a podiatrist. That was (if I can put it this way) the next step.

The Scriptures have a dozen or so references to sandals, but only a few references to shoes, like this one in Ephesians 6.15: “Stand with your feet shod in readiness for the Gospel of peace.”

There’s a lot to think about in that brief line in Ephesians. Are we to be ready to welcome the Gospel of peace or deliver it elsewhere? When we put our shoes on, what are we ready to do? Where are we willing to go? In whose name? For what reason? Is there something of Margaret Clitherow in us? Do we stand firm in the shoes we are wearing? Do we go to help where people suffer at the hands of others?

Today, look at the shoes in your closet. Many? A few? More than you need? Look at your feet now and think, “What shoes do I really need?” After all, yours are the only shoes made to walk your journey. (Charles F. Glassman)  

~Sister Joan Sobala

The Assumption of Mary

Dear Friends,

Monday is the feast of the Assumption of Mary. If you Google images of the Assumption, what comes up are images of a beautiful Mary, most often by herself, being taken up gracefully into heaven.

What follows is a spiritual, meditative, imaginative look at what might have happened and what Mary’s Assumption might mean for us.

One day,
Mary, the Mother of God, died.
        Her friends and
        the disciples of Jesus
        had seen it coming.
        Her heart, which had suffered so much
        during the life of Jesus,
        was slowing down.
        Her energy no longer prevailed.
        Maybe her memory became fuzzy, and
        her hands were marked by arthritis.
        We don’t know.

What we know is this:
one day, Mary, the Mother of God,
did not get up to meet the day.
        Her friends and the disciples of Jesus
        prepared her tomb,
        her body for burial,
        applying precious spices
        and unguents that would enhance
        the fragrance of her body.
        They gathered around her still body,
        and looked upon her face one last time
        before covering it.
        They finished their ministrations.
        They prayed,
        and all withdrew.

But God the Father who chose her to be
Mother of the Word Incarnate, did not withdraw,
nor the Spirit
who had overshadowed Mary,
two other times in her life,
nor did her Son, the Word made flesh, withdraw.
He was there.
Jesus reached out His hands,
marked by the wounds of His Passion,
and scooped up
the fragrant body of
His fragile, aged mother in His arms.
Holding her close as she had held Him
so often in life,
        Jesus bore her
        into eternal life.

Mary, the Mother of God,
hadn’t even known
she was on her way.
Death was already a memory.
Now, she was there.
Now, Mary’s body seemed young and vigorous once more.
Now, she was transformed,
restored to her original beauty.
        “Yes. Let it be so, “
        she had said once.
        “Yes,” she repeated throughout her life.
        And now,
        beyond death,
        her life-song had not changed,
        “Yes. Let it be so.”

Those of us left behind,
Mary’s friends and
the disciples of Jesus,
are wordless in the face of this moment.

And when words are finally restored,
we dare to say:
        Mary, our Mother, our friend
        and disciple of Jesus,
        we honor all you became in life,
        without spending your energy on
        your own becoming.
        You became, through sheer belief, love
        and generosity,
        the Mother of Jesus, the Son of God, and
        our mother, our friend, our companion.

        All that was in you expanded/flowed/flowered into
        forever – an endless day.

It is irrepressible joy to us
that you, Mary, are whole and forever
with God.
We ask that
with you,
as we look ahead
to our own forever,
we may likewise say
on this side of eternity:
        “Yes. Let it be so.”

~Sister Joan Sobala

Moving Toward the Horizon

Dear Friends,

Abraham, we are told in the Letter to the Hebrews today, travelled to a horizon beyond which he could not see. “Abraham…went out, not knowing where he was to go.” (Heb.11.8) All he could do was to have faith and trust in the God who told him to go forth.

What began with Abraham reached its high point in Jesus, who taught his followers to be daring in faith. In today’s Gospel, the servants had a limited horizon. They thought they knew what was required of them.

To their surprise, the master in today’s Gospel story was so delighted to see his servants awaiting him in the night that he kicked off his sandals, put on an apron and served them a meal – frankly eccentric behavior from an employer and certainly not what the servant expected.

In this story, Jesus tells us that over the horizon of the servants’ waiting to serve was the friendship of God – not promotion, not praise, but friendship with God, which is unseen from the vantage point of the long night of waiting.

            So much of life which is beyond our horizon
                    Is the unexpected gift of God.

Every one of us gathered around the Word today has a horizon, the limit of our thinking, interest, experience, or outlook. Consider your own personal God-story about first jobs, college, successes and disappointments, and relationships that worked or didn’t work. In every moment and movement, God is at the horizon.

We move toward a horizon both personally and as communities.

The community we call Church, for example, is always present, always moving toward the horizon. Some of us remember how the Second Vatican Council opened for us new horizons…
    … a new sense of belonging
    … a valuing of each other’s gifts of the spirit
    … new ways of celebrating the sacraments
    … understandable liturgical language
    … the companionship of our ecumenical and interfaith sisters and brothers.

Not everyone ran toward this horizon, but many of us did.

Fifty-five years later, we find our American Church…
    … 22% of the US population (the same in 2022 as in 2014)
    … full of people and bishops some of whom treasure the mission and words of Pope Francis, while others cling to the teachings of Popes Benedict XVI and St. John Paul II
    … divided by the June overturn of Roe vs. Wade
    … led by fewer clergy and experiencing emptying pews.

What can we say about the church horizon before us?

There will always be a horizon of Christian identity.

As a church, we will always be striving, growing, becoming. It’s not over. Even in our weakened state, we can confidently say, not only is God our horizon, but God is also here to accompany us to our horizon. Will we find God here? There?

Sometimes, we get closer to the horizon of our Christian identity by our own choice.

This happens when we, as the servants in the Gospel who waited into the night, stay the course, probe the Scriptures and the Church’s living tradition, and find them life – giving, transformative. This happens when we shape ourselves and our communities as disciples of Jesus, the Holy One.

Yet, we know that the future is not solely of our own making.

The horizon holds unexpected and sometimes even unwanted developments. Think about being downsized at work. Think about the school you didn’t get into. These are not personal choices, yet some of the unexpected developments are serendipitous. So too with our Church: we meet new companions, shape new ministries, find new insights into faith, and deep value in the sacraments when we dare to go where we go where we do not want to go.

The poet Stephen Vincent Benet gives us these thoughts to spur us on our way toward the horizon:

God pity us indeed, for we are human

And do not always see

The vision when it come, the shining change,

Or if we see it, do not follow it.

Because it is too hard,

Too strange, too new,

Too unbelievable, too difficult,

Warring too much with common, easy ways…

Always, and always, life can be

lost without vision, but not lost by death.

Lost by not daring, willing, going beyond

Beyond the ragged edge of fortitude

To something more, something yet unseen.

Rather than stand still/mark time, let’s move together toward the horizon. God will accompany us and paradoxically, meet us there.

~Sister Joan Sobala

Breathing Deeply

Dear Friends,

One of the recommended practices for leading a long and healthy life is to breathe deeply. Many of us don’t do so. Our breathing is shallow. If we were presented with a spirometer (a breath-measuring device – see picture above), shallow breathers might not be able to move the ball very high.

Teachers of yoga and contemplative forms of prayer instruct beginners to breathe deeply. Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out slowly. Pause. Do it over and over again. ”Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess. Just breathe.” (Love Wish Open.com)

If we are true to our God, we create prayer anew all of our life. If you haven’t tried it, create a pattern of praying with your breath. Breathe in slowly. Breathe out slowly. Pause. Do it over and over again. God is in the breathing. God is in the silence. Don’t be afraid to try it or try it again.

Prayer doesn’t change God. Prayer changes us. We know we have mastered a soul lesson when the circumstance has not changed but the way we respond to life has changed.”

Here are some ways that we can carry in our being as we try to pray in fresh ways.

Believe that “the more” is imminent.

Resist trying to end the endless.

Evoke softness where harshness rules.

Adapt our thinking to adopt the unexpected.

Thirst for the Spirit’s sweetness.

Hold fast to connectedness with the Holy.

Eliminate yesterday’s failures from our heart.

Be Open to God, who never disappoints our yearnings and our needs. Breathe deeply.

~Sister Joan Sobala

Our Relationship with God

Dear Friends,

Today’s readings about prayer are rooted in one’s relationship with God. That relationship comes long before whatever that prayer we lift up to God.

Take Abraham, for example. Abraham and God are not strangers to one another at the beginning of today’s first reading. They had known each other in the deepest sense for many long years. God was Abraham’s constant companion, his challenge and his comfort. Abraham dared to haggle with God because they knew and loved each other well.

In the Gospel, the disciples did not ask Jesus to teach them to pray as soon as they became His followers. They experienced Jesus for a while. They witnessed His cures and listened to His parables. Throughout their time with Him, they drank in who He was and came to realize that Jesus had a strong abiding relationship with his Abba, His Daddy.

The disciples knew that, when He taught them to pray, He would be drawing on that relationship.

If you and I hold God at arms-length and at the same time expect our prayers to be fruitful, we are missing something essential. Prayer is the flowering of our relationship with God.

A second aspect of prayer found in today’s Gospel is, when we pray we are entering into mystery, continually unfolding, never exhausted.

Take Jesus’ encouragement to seek, ask and knock. Most of the time, when we do that we have a very clear idea about what we want, down to the last detail. But then, as time passes and we look back on what we asked for and how it played out, we find that something more has happened than what we asked for.

Whatever happened is what I found I want to happen.
Only that.
But that.

We had received, found and admitted into our lives the unexpected, and valued it. One way of summing up the unexpected is to say: “Things worked out.”… not even realizing that God was in the giver of this new gift.

In our deep prayer, we don’t change God’s mind. Rather, we move into deeper harmony with God. Trust in God and personal effort are found at one and the same time in prayer.

So, the next time we come to God seeking, asking, and knocking, we’d better know for certain that more is happening than meets the eye, especially when we allow the Spirit to lure, sway, and nudge our prayer.

We are being drawn into God who is our comfort, companion, and challenge. We will become different in Spirit because of our heartfelt prayer.

That is the ultimate gift of being one with the mystery of God.

~Sister Joan Sobala