Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B (Y-not question the Sunday Readings)
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Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Year B
July 15, 2012
Reading 1
Amaziah, priest of Bethel, said to Amos,
"Off with you, visionary, flee to the land of Judah!
There earn your bread by prophesying,
but never again prophesy in Bethel;
for it is the king's sanctuary and a royal temple."
Amos answered Amaziah, "I was no prophet,
nor have I belonged to a company of prophets;
I was a shepherd and a dresser of sycamores.
The LORD took me from following the flock, and said to me,
Go, prophesy to my people Israel."
Gospel
Jesus summoned the Twelve and began to send them out two by two
and gave them authority over unclean spirits.
He instructed them to take nothing for the journey
but a walking stick--
no food, no sack, no money in their belts.
They were, however, to wear sandals
but not a second tunic.
He said to them,
"Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave.
Whatever place does not welcome you or listen to you,
leave there and shake the dust off your feet
in testimony against them."
So they went off and preached repentance.
The Twelve drove out many demons,
and they anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.
Image is everything. Jesus gave his apostles their initiation in evangelising by sending them out in the footsteps of the great prophets. That must have been both a statement to the people in the towns they visited, and a learning experience for themselves, a novitiate experience.
John the Baptiser is the prophet we know best, dressed in a camel-hair garment and living off insects and wild honey. The image fits the classical prophets as well, with Amos (first reading) saying that he came without credentials from any company of prophets. He was just a shepherd told to go and be a prophet.
Incidentally the image also fits the Greek Philosophers of the same period, the Cynics and the Stoics. Wikipedia even tells us that Gadara in the land of the Gerasenes (just off the south-east corner of the lake, where Jesus encountered the man possessed of a thousand demons) was a Greek town and a centre of Cynic philosophy.
I have taken a few sentences from the Wiki account of the Cynic philosophers. (The modern usage of the term 'cynic' has little in common with its original meaning.)
Cynicism is one of the most striking of all the Hellenistic philosophies. It offered people the possibility of happiness and freedom from suffering in an age of uncertainty...
Thus a Cynic has no property and rejects all conventional values of money, fame, power or reputation. A life lived according to nature requires only the bare necessities required for existence, and one can become free by unshackling oneself from any needs which are the result of convention...
None of this meant that the Cynic would retreat from society. Cynics would in fact live in the full glare of the public's gaze and would be quite indifferent in the face of any insults which might result from their unconventional behaviour...
The ideal Cynic would evangelise; as the watchdog of humanity, it was their job to hound people about the error of their ways. The example of the Cynic's life (and the use of the Cynic's biting satire) would dig-up and expose the pretensions which lay at the root of everyday conventions.
Although Cynicism concentrated solely on ethics, Cynic philosophy had a big impact on the Hellenistic world, ultimately becoming an important influence for Stoicism. The Stoic Apollodorus writing in the 2nd century BCE stated that "Cynicism is the short path to virtue." Read more: Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cynics
While the Greeks reasoned their way to the perfect life and the Hebrew prophets were calling on the people to be faithful to the ancient covenants, the apostles were proclaiming the metanoia required for a new covenant. In spite of thus being introduced in the style of prophets, the apostles later followed the way of Jesus, mixing with the people in an ordinary manner as one belonging among them, avoiding displays of extreme behaviour.
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Beyond the image, what is the point of going out with minimal clothing and no provisions, not even a few coins to buy a meal? For the Greeks it was a way of showing that one could live free of excess baggage. The Hebrew prophets seem to have used it as a way of drawing attention to the radical demands of God's justice. For the apostles of Jesus, I think, it would have been primarily a test of their metanoia: a time for them to discover whether or not they had taken on a new way of seeing, whether or not they believed in the power of the spirit which Jesus endowed them with. Just as they are totally dependent for life on what is given to them, so for the fruit of their mission they are totally dependent on the spirit to give life to others.
In speaking God's word as an apostle, one must put oneself on the line - one's own self, naked, raw, unadorned and unprotected. There is no place here for fancy means and methods. The word of truth can only be spoken from a true mind, a pure heart.
Going out without any human resources the apostles allowed the power of the Spirit to work, and to be seen to be working. If you are sent as an apostle, you are merely the contact point at which God touches the other person to enliven their spirit - and nothing more. While your human input is necessary, especially in a one-to-one meeting, still it is not your human action that effects a transformation in the one who hears you: it is entirely God's doing; the metanoia comes about by the power of the spirit.
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I think this is the greatest challenge. You might be convinced that there must be a better way for humankind in the original plan of the Creator if only people could be induced to change their way of seeing things, if only they could be brought to the point where they would put heart and mind into living out the fullness of their possibilities. It is something else, however, to proclaim this in a totally honest way, leaving oneself out of the equation, allowing for the power of the spirit to be the agent of change. Spiritual insight has to tell us how far to go and when to stop, leaving the outcome to God. One sows; another reaps, and God gives the increase.
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Last Sunday we read that Jesus could do no great deeds in Nazareth because of their lack of faith. How are we to apply the challenge of today's reading to our own lives and to our Catholica exchange? The going out without the baggage of human resources means that we speak and write truthfully to one another. The first baggage I abandon is the conceit of thinking that I can persuade or influence a reader by rhetorical flourishes or cunning logical devices. Which is not to say that I should not present what truth I see as clearly and forcefully as I can, with all the skill [power] at my command. It simply says: I recognise that it is the truth that convinces, not my words or arguments.
Another feature arising out of this gospel reflection is in the concept of the naked self. To reveal the truth I must reveal something of my own self, for there is something of an osmosis effect at work here, a transmission of vital fluids across the membrane dividing a cell from its neighbour. To share the truth we need to touch one another, to be in communion, to be open to giving and receiving, to enjoy the receiving as much as we enjoy the giving.
We often hear it said that God is not thundering from the mountain-top. The spirit is among us: whether I recognise this as "divine" or simply respect it as "the truth" is not important. The Spirit of Truth is one.
Those who write from the perspective of believing in Jesus may see themselves as sent to share his truth. This may give them a courage and a sense of mission they may not otherwise have. In their going out they will meet fellow human beings who are similarly committed to proclaiming the truth but simply out of love for humankind, without any sense of mission beyond the sense of being "all in the same boat".
Where then are those Nazareans with their lack of faith? Perhaps they are the ones who know their Jesus too well, and are blind or deaf to the spirit of truth calling on them to leave their comfort zone and go forth naked into an unfamiliar world. And perhaps there are some who today proclaim a program for re-evangelising the faltering christian world. But if they make their proclamation from high seats of power, dressed in rich garments and great prestige, I'm afraid they will be as tinkling bells and clanging cymbals, empty echoes in empty temples, while the truth grows strong in the people.
Tony Lawless
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'TonyL
"A post is a free gift, and it will go where it pleases."'
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B
Tony, I too have been wondering about this question you raise,
Beyond the image, what is the point of going out with minimal clothing and no provisions, not even a few coins to buy a meal? For the Greeks it was a way of showing that one could live free of excess baggage. The Hebrew prophets seem to have used it as a way of drawing attention to the radical demands of God's justice. For the apostles of Jesus, I think, it would have been primarily a test of their metanoia: a time for them to discover whether or not they had taken on a new way of seeing, whether or not they believed in the power of the spirit which Jesus endowed them with. Just as they are totally dependent for life on what is given to them, so for the fruit of their mission they are totally dependent on the spirit to give life to others.
I began with looking at my own experience of a year with very little, then began thinking about this theme of setting out without possessions as it appears in other religions. I've tried to keep it brief, because the Internet is there for anyone to follow up for themselves the wonderful world of other religions' spiritual practices.
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Once upon a time, when we were a young family we moved often between construction jobs. One assignment took us to Bougaineville for a year. We could take nothing but a suitcase of clothes each. The rest went into a container that was supposed to follow, but in the end was left in storage as there would have been no room for anything more in the tiny house we were assigned. We were given a survival kit of ill-matched crockery, cutlery, saucepans, towels and bedding. Other families were in the same situation.
In that year we learned to live with very few possessions. No telephone, no television, no shops, apart from a supermarket for basic food, and certainly, in our tiny house, no room to put anything else anyway. In that year we learned what a blessing it was to possess so little. Such a sense of freedom!
So when I read of Jesus' instructions to his disciples to take so little with them for the journey, this seems to be not a sacrifice, but rather a glad abandoning of possessions that would otherwise clutter up their lives and restrict their freedom to move around. Nevertheless, so little to be taken...?
To be penniless travellers would have had the consequence of giving no alternative but to go out and meet people and to inspire them with a different vision of how to live life more fully. Words valued so much that people would want to offer them a bed, want them to stay longer and impart more about the Kingdom of God
I am reminded of hearing about Buddhist monasteries having to be established near towns because as the monks are not permitted to buy or prepare food for themselves they must go out early every morning on an alms round with one of their few possessions, a food bowl. Householders happily give portions of food to a passing monk - unless they are displeased with him, in which case they simply turn the proffered bowl upside down. Back at the monastery with an empty bowl, the monk has to explain to the abbot the reason for his empty bowl!
In Hinduism, when life's duties as a householder have been completed, and grandchildren have begun arriving, a man is permitted, even encouraged, to hand over his house and business to his eldest son, and retire to the forest, with or without his wife, to lead a simple life of meditation, seeking spiritual wisdom. Then may come a final stage when even that lifestyle is abandoned. Reaching his seventies, he may become a sannyasi. He puts on saffron robes, takes a staff and a begging bowl and begins a wandering life.
As for the Bauls of Bangladesh, these wandering mystics coming from both the Hindu and Muslim Sufi traditions, they too own nothing but their saffron robes and an ektara, a simple one stringed musical instrument. They wander often in groups, singing of love and friendship, with longing for the one who dwells within and in all. And whenever they arrive in a village, there is a party!
This is a rather simplified version of what happens in these other traditions, and of course there are many variations, but the essential theme is the same: the move, in the second half of life, to renunciation and homelessness. The ultimate goal is spiritual wisdom, expressed in such terms as union with God, liberation from suffering, enlightenment.
In the Gospel reading, Jesus iseems to be sending the disciples into that final phase, a life of renunciation and homelessness, but they're also given the task of encouraging others to embark on that search for spiritual wisdom. Repentance is not so much about sin, remorse and the resolve to try to live a better life, but rather, as metanoia, about a change in focus, a shifting of the gaze towards towards God and the beginning of a search for wisdom.
But what meaning can all this have for us, modern Westerners, who for the most part will live out our lives as householders, rather than retreating to forests or becoming renunciates?
I think it means that in the second half of life we do set out on our own search for spiritual wisdom, and part of that process is giving ourselves time for reflection and study, perhaps doing the occasional retreat, or seeking spiritual guidance when someone's teaching attracts us.
But what of that final renunciation? Not everyone would come to that unless their search has been particularly intense and focused. My feeling about that final renunciation is that it is not about a change of lifestyle, it is not about leaving home and family. It is purely an inner matter.
The final renunciation is the walking away from all religious beliefs, from all images and concepts of God, from all desire for spiritual experience, even from that person regarded as spiritual guide or guru. It is the entry into the cloud of unknowing, where the inner self stands naked, spiritually impoverished, before the mystery. What happens there is beyond words, only hinted at by Jesus, when he says,
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven"
And afterwards? What comes to mind is the final picture and verse of Zen's Oxherding Pictures, where the one who has abandoned all, returns to the marketplace with 'bliss-bestowing hands', which fits so well with the idea of the disciples driving out demons and anointing the sick with oil and curing them.
Sue
Second half of life
]I think it means that in the second half of life we do set out on our own search for spiritual wisdom, and part of that process is giving ourselves time for reflection and study, perhaps doing the occasional retreat, or seeking spiritual guidance when someone's teaching attracts us.
But what of that final renunciation? Not everyone would come to that unless their search has been particularly intense and focused. My feeling about that final renunciation is that it is not about a change of lifestyle, it is not about leaving home and family. It is purely an inner matter.
The final renunciation is the walking away from all religious beliefs, from all images and concepts of God, from all desire for spiritual experience, even from that person regarded as spiritual guide or guru. It is the entry into the cloud of unknowing, where the inner self stands naked, spiritually impoverished, before the mystery. What happens there is beyond words, only hinted at by Jesus, when he says,
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven"
Thank you, Sue for this survey of practices in other traditions. And especially for this ending: the Second Half of Life. I am so glad to read about this, never having encountered the concept in the catholic tradition - not as you explain it among the Hindus. But being in the latter part of that second half, I can see so clearly the good sense in this.
I noticed Chris Geraghty say to Philip Adams: "I don't think there should be young priests! They should be elderly people. 35 yrs of age, at least." I reckon they would be just beginning the long steep curve of learning at that age, opening onto the period of wisdom as they enter the second half of life. Wouldn't this be a simple thing to do: Stop worrying about providing sacraments to people and giving children classroom catechesis, and start re-adjusting our idea of the meaning of life, of spiritual growth, of freedom and of love - things that become clear with the passage of time, and which those who have finally come to see can call younger ones upwards to share as they grow. Oh dear! Grandparents know all this - but I've some way to go before I get that privilege.
Enjoy and Share the Second Half!
tony
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'TonyL
"A post is a free gift, and it will go where it pleases."'
Schooled at the feet of Jesus, or at the feet of the mafiosi & those with the Midas touch?
Yes, I love this second half of life stuff. I sense religion is wasted on the young. It IS a second half of life experience. I'm being a bit facetious writing that as, in my own case, I know the "second half experience" would possibly not be as rich without all the indoctrination and brain-washing we were subjected to in the first half LOL. I've written before that I have a sense the real spiritual journey doesn't really become meaningful until we have met what I call a "Gesthemane moment" in our lives. A "Gesthemane moment" is not merely a moment of stress. It seems more linked into some kind of "lightbulb moment" when we gain insight into what Jesus was on about in his "Gesthemane moment". I know in my own life I went through many instances of stress — like losing a couple of my children — and they were stressful enough. The "Gesthemane moment", it seems to me, is more associated with a response to stress rather than the fact that we are in some time of stress.
The entire readings this week intrigue me. At on level, as I've written before, I have long been impressed by those Dominican Sisters — probably the first nuns I ever met as a tiny child — who were conned into coming to the Geraldton Diocese back at the beginning of the 20th Century by the Bishop at the time.
Surprisingly they came from New Zealand of all places, not like most of the early religious who came to Western Australia from Europe. These were women who, it seems to me, did literally "rely on providence". They arrived in Geraldton with little more than a small suitcase each with one change of habit and that was about it. They ended up building this magnificent enterprise which, in some respects, has today all folded back into the red dust of the Murchison. St Emilie de Vialar, the French woman of some means who set up the congregation who first educated me, the Sisters of St Joseph of the Apparition, when sending her nuns out around the world used to say to them "Go, and with what you have and will receive, do all the good you can". There is a rich tradition within Catholicism for taking these words from Mark's Gospel effectively literally. In some ways I honestly do believe the entire multi-trillion dollar Catholic Institution was "built on Providence".
But then I read of the latest Vatileaks and the revelations of the scandals involving the Vatican Bank and watch certain prelates jetsetting around the world first class, multiple times a year at a cost in the tickets alone more than Amanda and myself live on, or more than the annual stipends paid to most priests and religious and I become cynical and see it as just another "free enterprise con" little different to the "investment, superannuation and life insurance schemes" offered by untold countless individuals in life offering certainty and certitude to humanity.
Who should we believe? Was this magnificent, grand ship "Catholicism" built on Providence, and these words from St Mark's Gospel, or is it all a giant illusion we've been fed and we ought be mighty cynical? These are not merely academic questions for Milly and myself as "Catholica" is, in a very real sense, modelled on those stories of nuns who relied on Providence for their survival. At times I could be almost petrified with fear about our survival and really do wonder if it is all some grand fantasy we were fed and the entire Catholic enterprise has more been modelled on the business acumen of blokes schooled in the mafiosi, or at the feet of the likes of Rupert Murdoch and others with the "Midas touch" more than at the feet of Jesus.
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Brian Coyne
[Editor & Publisher]
Back to my question: Does anyone believe in Providence anymore?
Does anyone believe in Providence anymore? How important was Providence in the thinking of women like Emilie de Vialar or Mary MacKillop or Edmund Rice — or any of the other founders of those large teaching and nursing orders? Was it all myth and propaganda and what really drove the entire enterprise was the early recruitment of some really sharp business heads? Do any of you have views on this or is it something you've never really thought about much?
I can remember some American Western movies from an age ago in which the concept of "providence" seemed to play an important part in the opening up of the American West. Is reliance on Providence today only a concept believed in by Millionaire Nigerian Preachers, Biblical Fundamentalists and Biblical Literalists?
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Brian Coyne
[Editor & Publisher]
Back to my question: Does anyone believe in Providence anymore?
Brian, Providence, for me, is the working of evolution of which I, along with the divine, am one. Despite the traumas exhibited in evolution I know of a providence that will have the eventual turn out the revelation of the divine in all ot it.
Francis
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My purpose is to remember the love that created me in God one with my brothers and sisters and with all life. My function is to extend that love and unity each moment to all.
Back to my question: Does anyone believe in Providence anymore?
We're just been watching Four Corners and the story of the injustices in Afghanistan [See "Opium Brides" LINK]. I wonder where "Providence" is for these poor people? I don't know how people can exist in the world with the morals of the drug traffickers who were the focus of this program. They exploit their own countrymen and women — not to mention the children as well. Any abuse or poverty we experience in Australia fades away into insignificance compared to what we see some of these people in Afghanistan experiencing. As Milly said to me at one point: it is little wonder so many of them risk their lives getting on some rust bucket of a boat to try and get to a land of plenty like Australia?
Our planet, considered as a biosphere is both amazing and a contradiction. In one sense it ought to provide a sustainable and happy home for all of us. It might be considered "a providential place". On the other hand the entire economy of this biosphere is built upon higher elements in the food chain having to kill and devour the lower elements of the food chain. At its most basic level it is "red in tooth and claw" and runs on "survival of the fittest" or those "with the loudest growls, or the most intelligence". Life truly is paradoxical. Where does this sense of "Divine Providence" fit into this whole schema?
The Herald has another story today of a rich socialite wife who has died from what looks to be a huge drug problem [LINK]. (It's a sort of re-run of the Diana Bliss story.) Elsewhere in the Herald is the story of a couple in their sixties who have, it seems, been diddled out of a $576m business they had built up from scratch [LINK]. There seems this massive randomness as to how the "common wealth" of creation is divvied out? And then even if you are successful in accumulating a bigger pile than everyone else it can all "collapse in a heap" in other ways that no amount of money can fix as the above stories help illustrate. The entire socialist-capitalist/labor-liberal-conservative divides in society essentially come about because we can't agree on the most efficacious means of divying up the pie.
The depressing story on Four Corners tonight was as much about the exploitation of women and children in a patriachal "we have all the answers" fundamentalist society as much as it was about drug trafficking. I have long genuinely had an admiration for those Christian women, long before any suffragette movements, who went out into the world to educate the poor with little more than a single change of clothes and perhaps a wrist watch and prayer book as their only personal possession. For a period I worked in the Catholic Education Office in Perth which was the former Good Shepherd Convent. There were photos on the wall in one of the corridors of the small group of nuns who arrived to set it up. They, like the Dominicans I mentioned yesterday who came to Geraldton, arrived with a similar small suitcase with one change of habit and little more. Within perhaps 20 years they had somehow acquired the capital to build one of the most magificent structures in Perth on one of the highest hills. Was it "Providence" or is that just part of the propaganda and there is a part of the story we have never been told — perhaps the story of a wiley bishop businessman and deal maker who made it all possible? To this day I am still gobsmacked by what Salvado and the Benedictines built at New Norcia. The one and sixpences a head per week the Benedictines and the Good Shepherd Sisters obtained from the government to look after the orphans, the single mothers, the aboriginal children and other wards of the state was stretched a long way to build some impressive capital investments. I ask: how much of it was "Providential" and how much of it was simply "canny con men" and "mainchancers" who are found in every walk of life — even religious orders?
There is a plaque/commemoration stone on one wing of the CEO/Good Shepherd building in Perth commemorating the opening of the new wing. It boasts that part of it was "paid for" by the girls who were resident in the place. Were they given any choice that the government money provided for their care was committed to this bricks and mortar enterprise? The words sound great chipped into this foundation stone but how much of a porky was involved in the background accountancy of how it was really achieved?
Again I draw your attention back to the Gospel story of last Sunday: what is the mythology of this story trying to tell us? Will you be "sustained by Providence" if you literally set out with nothing but sandals for your feet and a staff for your hands and one change of clothing? The faith and trust involved in that sort of commitment is enormous? I myself wonder what was "the mix" between that sort of "faith" that built this institution called Catholicism and how much was it the work of the "backroom boys", the "clever clerical accountants and deal makers", or the "main chancers"? I pose those as serious questions — perhaps particularly relevant in light of some of the scandals we are watching unfold around the world today concerning the Church and those things that are meant to be of mammon?
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Brian Coyne
[Editor & Publisher]
To people like Francis, Beehive, Sandra, Benikira and I am sure there are others...
Could you share with us something of the outlook you people had when you went to serve in places like New Guinea or Zululand? I'm sure there are others in this place, Benikira(?), who might have stories to tell about this sense of "Providence" that you may or may not have had about how you were to live and survive and build the infrastructure that you would have needed in your endeavours.
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Brian Coyne
[Editor & Publisher]
To people like Francis, Beehive, Sandra, Benikira and I am sure there are others...
Brian, thanks for the question. An invitation whispered by God in my ear is what took me to PNG nursing in a remote area for a few years. So how did I know it was the voice of God? Because I had prayed for a path forward in my life and a set of circumstances that happened within a few hours in my life was akin to Mt Everest crumbling! I just simply KNEW mission nursing was the next step in my journey of life and where I was meant to be.
Having just re-edited the book I have written about my time living on a mission station, I feel somewhat ashamed that the story is more about my spiritual journey than about the PNG people themselves. I think if a person writes their own life story they are surpised realising how God has issued personal invitations here and there along the way. Only by looking back and pondering over past decisions made about our lives, can we truly see how the Breath of the Holy Spirit whispered into the core of our being - so silently we could not name the call to move on accurately at that time.
The mission station was already set up by an order of priests before I arrived. While the medical clinic I helped established was new and in a remote outpost area with few facilities, we were under the umbrella of a bigger picture of mission headquarters. I was no Mary MacKillop beginning something from scratch.
To comment on the Gospel from last Sunday - I think TRAVEL LIGHT is the way to go. I do not mean material goods or clothes or croziers etc. Dump the mental baggage we carry. Forgive those who have hurt us, ask forgiveness for those we have hurt and most importantly forgive ourselves for every silly thing we have done in our lives. Walk into the future unencumbered by mind clutter and burdens of guilt. Let it go. That is what this gospel means to me.
Hope this answers your question in some way thanks Brian.
Sandra
To people like Francis, Beehive, Sandra, Benikira and I am sure there are others...
Tony, Brian, very well answers for me. I fit very well in the words he uses as I too have had experience of providence, with a capital ‘P’ or not. Thanks, Tony. Brian too in your unique way of, as I see it, believing in providence. Thanks too for Sandra’s contribution. You have all been helpful in what I must regard as a mystery.
Sandra puts it well: “I think TRAVEL LIGHT is the way to go. I do not mean material goods or clothes or croziers etc. Dump the mental baggage we carry. Forgive those who have hurt us, ask forgiveness for those we have hurt and most importantly forgive ourselves for every silly thing we have done in our lives. Walk into the future unencumbered by mind clutter and burdens of guilt. Let it go. That is what this gospel means to me.”
And Cathy: “Lord, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change
The courage to change what I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Humanity appears to have no meaning or purpose.”
I love the way Tony writes and the following is great expression: “We are providence. We are the level of being in this dimension that can fore-see, can pro-vide, and as James quite often says we seem to be doing it better overall.
Abandon yourself to providence? Is that what Jesus did? I don't think so. He sailed right into the teeth of the storm, but having foreseen the consequences he kept his calm, and in the end was vindicated. He still inspires.
We are providence: for us to provide what each one can, you by managing this meeting place, this smelting pot where values are purified of misconceptions, me by daring to write what I wish I had the courage to live, our victims of child abuse whose hearts must have been torn last night to see that father, kneeling there in his shame at having to give up his children, caught in the trap of keeping his own life at the expense of his integrity in the hope that while he lived he might save them later - for if they killed him there and then they would kill his wife too and still take the children...
This is our world: it is our job to provide: not one of us is sure to survive, to prosper, but overall we are getting more provident. As they say: "Don't let the bastards get you down!"”
I also loved what Brian had to write: “One part of us looks at these people and exclaims "what a wasted life". Where is this "caring God" or "Providence" in the lives of these people? There are a lot of people though who live lives of "quiet desperation" — but they do it very privately, locked away in the anonymity of the suburbs — alone in a "sea of humanity".”. John Wojnowski is an inspiration.
My belief in Providence is personal as it is, for me, an experience. So much of my life has been wrapped in the words “Deo Gratias”, as the divinity in me has constantly stepped in to show me how to repair the foolishness of what I had privately decided until I had agreed to let my being go free within the totality of Being. I am aware of, (and do not heed the promptings to use them as proof against) the catastrophes we perceive daily. They are part of the totality of being, what we call the good and the bad neither of which affect the beauty of the product. I have just survived a bout of pneumonia which had the potential to kill me. That is an incident happening to the individual entity I call ‘me ’and gives me a lesson of being more careful with the body entrusted to me, but is but is as an insignificant blip in the evolution of the totality of being.
But enough of theorizing!
Newly ordained (1953)and given for a year the task of helping delinquent teenagers but then asked to go to New Guinea where 6 pioneers had set out a few years earlier and needed others. Although I knew nothing of New Guinea (since independence in 1975, known as Papua New Guinea, amalgamating Papua, a claimed colony of Britain by Queensland and New Guinea a former German colony), I willingly volunteered as ‘yes’ seemed to come easier to me than ‘no’. I arrived on a wartime air strip and left alone in the midst of coastal bushland and a multitude of abandoned war planes. I soon learned this land was nothing at all what I had expected and had been told about. A man, mostly naked strolled past and though I knew nothing of the language managed to swop a cigarette for a pawpaw. I thought I heard a saw mill so went in search only to discover no saw mill with humans but a Lyre bird imitating a sound it had heard. Eventually a wartime Jeep arrived with 2 friars in shorts and singlet who had been delayed by a swollen river and brought to meet other friars and many Melanesians, some naked, at Aitape.
I associated with children who taught me the common language (among over 820 in all PNG) and I was sent to help another priest and some nuns in the mountains. On my walk there, after an initial small plane hop over the mountain range, I met a group of children who had captured a 3 metre python and were carrying it home on a long pole on their shoulders. I arrived to a tragic event where three little ones had died from exposure after getting lost on the mountain, gone bush to look for their parents at their bush garden, after school. As the nuns were by Canon Law confined at night to their convent I was quickly shown how to do an injection and sent off to a distant village to save a dying man.
After a few months of experience I was then sent off to a newer area of missionary endeavour. There I had to do what? Be what I was ordained for? OK, there were some who had been baptized so I ‘said’ Mass for them and got to meet people in a group of villages. What followed for 18 years was nothing like what I was trained for and had to rely on providence which served me well. That did not mean everything went fine. It was all very hard especially getting used to the food. In the end I had achieved all that I felt was necessary to achieve in education, religion, social and wellbeing development, material improvement and potential for the future and I decided to marry.
All detail would be too much here. All I can say to conclude is that I trusted in providence, said many ‘Deo Gratias”s and, though there were many sad events the overall conclusion (apart from the restrictions of Canon Lawre priesthood and marriage, though the villagers saw no problem). After my exclusion from ministry I lived on in the village helping with road works and business.
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My purpose is to remember the love that created me in God one with my brothers and sisters and with all life. My function is to extend that love and unity each moment to all.
Thank you Sandra and Francis...
I value both of those replies.
I don't pretend to know where all this is going. If you look at the long sweep of human history it can be considered as some long, long climb out of the sort of dog-eat-dog/dog-eat-child sort of morality that we have seen in the Four Corners documentary on Afghanistan in the last 24 hours. A long, slow climb out of the jungle of survival of the fittest and those with the most vicious grunts.
I don't think human civilisation has yet found "the perfect economic formula" that helps create a "just and equal society". The best we have at the moment is this democratic or Westminster system of government and economic organisation where we hold in "creative tension" what might be termed "the bovver boys" and "main chancers" from the collectivists and altruists in society. The reality is that the collectivists and altruists often could not find their way out of a wet paper bag. They need the bovver boys and main chancers often to make anything happen productively in an economy or community. The best we (society) have come up with so far is to organise some "balance of power" so that the capitalists don't have it all their own way but where there are enough constraints placed on them by the collectivists and altruists so that "the public good" gets a look in. Equally though we don't want a society controlled exclusively by the bureaucrats and socialists or you end up with the sort of diabolical mess that the Soviet Empire became before its collapse.
I don't sense democracy is the perfect system or some "end of the line" in the political and economic organisation of human society. We (humankind) are still in evolution.
The emerging super powers, China and India, are trying to manage this tension between the individualist and collectivist interests in society in new ways to those that emerged in the Western world. What will eventually emerge in another hundred or two hundred years from that: who yet knows?
I have some nascent sense that even after 2000 years we still don't yet understand the full insights of these sort of readings we've been discussing from last Sunday — and there are other similar insights elsewhere in Scripture. I certainly don't think they point to the sort of "economic system" we saw on Compass recently of the Millionnaire Prosperity Preachers in Nigeria — and they only learned all that from watching the evangelical "abundance" tele-preachers in the United States that are such an embarrassment to Christianity and the name of Jesus Christ. Neither do I sense this is some Da Vinci like endeavour of seeking "secret codes" in Scripture. I don't know if God the Father literally handed this "wisdom" to a bloke named Jesus 2000 years ago, or whether Jesus is some manifestation or accumulation of the human "wisdom of the ages". In the end, does it matter? We (humankind) are on this enormous journey of exploration trying to find better ways of organising our human affairs and become more civilised than we are.
Eugene Stockton urges us to stop for a moment and look at what we might have missed when we, the "great white sahibs" from the West invaded the lands of these "primitive peoples" with all our "cleverness" and "economic and technological power".
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Brian Coyne
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Memo
"I don't pretend to know where all this is going," you say again, Brian. That's good. It is reassuring to me that you are not manipulating us with secret plans to direct our sharing to some predetermined end. If that were the case, I'd be out of here for it would offend my deepest sense of value and the dignity of my self and of every "self" - and the same goes for GOD!
The great original provider, fore-see-er, should also not pretend.
It is getting to a point where I will need to write a weekly memo to myself to keep track of what's been going on down on the forum, or in the agora. I very nearly missed a string entitled "Creation of Space and Time" with some of the best responses we've ever seen - and by the look of it, many others missed it too. http://www.catholica.com.au/forum/index.php?id=108009
It seems I may give the impression of being one who does not believe in a personal god. Nothing could be further from the truth, but it is my belief i.e., my leap in the dark in choosing the personal/spiritual over the logical/mechanistic (to use an old label for a whole complex!).
In that string quantum mechanics gets another mention: that mystery in which a result occurs outside what could be surely predicted from the input. It seems preposterous, logically unacceptable, and yet it happens and apparently is mathematically plausible to the degree that they can even build a computer that works by using those unpredictable quantum leaps. (I hope I haven't got that all wrong
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I begin to see more sense in Plato's shadow boxing, after so long. The shadows are real, and the boxing is real, but nothing compared to the real of which they are shadows. Spirit, in my experience, is not bound to time or space. And spirit is thought, and thought is personal, and we are all 'of that thought' which was in the beginning with god and which in the end is god, and through which all things came to be, and what came to be was life, and that life is the light in human minds that see. (cf. John 1: 1-3)
I wonder could the quantum leap deep within the material be where thought becomes material word with determination?
I presume too much in writing this here - but boldly I will leave it
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Thank you Francis for your amazing story, and for your kind words re mine own. And Sandra and Cathy and editor Brian. May we not suffer indigestion from too much rich fair.
Thanks also to all who consume these offerings.
"I will lay out a banquet for them," says the Lord.
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'TonyL
"A post is a free gift, and it will go where it pleases."'
Francis, the value of YOUR story
Francis, have you thought of writing your life story? It does not have to be loaded with detail if that is not your way of doing things. Include years and dates, especially of your PNG years. This is history and someone in your family will have this written treasure of your rich life to hand down through the generations of your birth family and your own family. Let memories come to your mind and write them in a Word file as a group of short stories. Eventually you can print them on a home computer as I have done. It is amazing the things your brain remembers when you zoom in on a particular time and circumstance. If you write just one memory in a couple of pages every week for a year, you will have your book of 52 chapters! It is that easy. You will value the story as you age and have a written story to reflect upon of how your life was guided here and there by those silent workings of the Holy Spirit that you may not have seen at the time.
Just one little story (like a single post) a week Francis. I have been the recipient of healing through looking back over my life through the mirror of time.
Blessings, Sandra
Francis, the value of YOUR story
Thank you, Sandra about the idea of a book of experiences of which there a multitude, one for everyday of 18 years. What put me off is the unavailabity of Order Archives and my loss of memory for dates and names.
I'll accept your invitation and get to work as I'm recovering from pneumonia.
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My purpose is to remember the love that created me in God one with my brothers and sisters and with all life. My function is to extend that love and unity each moment to all.
Francis, the value of YOUR story
Thanks Francis, don't worry about the Archives. This is YOUR story of your memories - write what you remember. Trust the thoughts that come as you sit at your computer. They are what needs to be recorded no matter how obscure the subject or event. A chapter on your family and growing up. A chapter on school and higher studies. Deciding on becoming a priest. How did you 'feel' on your ordination day? What spiritual change happened for you over the years that empowered you to leave? Just naming the year is an historical record for family members to read in the future. Short stories about the size of a longer post in Catholica - when all put together could make marvellous reading, especially for you in the future. You can arrange the chapters in order when you have done all the random stories. Name them appropriately and file them all together. Back up on a USB stick now and then.
Francis, I tend to write my feelings whereas some folk can write factually and leave themselves out of the story. Writing my stories has given me a lot of healing from 'church hurts' and helped me move beyond my anger into seeing how many blessings there were in between the negative stuff. Seeing my life story in the bigger picture is incredibly humbling when I see the constancy of God in my journey, even when I felt alone.
I kept a little book so whenever a long lost memory popped into my mind I jotted a few words in my book to remind me when back at the computer!
Pneumonia is very draining Francis, I too have been there. Get well soon mate. Sandra
Sharing your story.
Francis, don't forget to post in Sharing Our Stories.
Best wishes to you and Mary.
Great suggestion Sandra.
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All the women I know were wise from their youth.
Wisdom is forced upon me as I grow old.
Yes, I believe in providence
Well, Brian, you did ask. And No, I'm not one who has risked everything - except when I left the monastery/priesthood and found myself in a world I knew nothing about, but that's another story. But I'm not one of the valiant missionaries. What I write is about the providence I believe in - with no capital "P".
You mention again 'nature red in tooth and claw' as if there is a connection between the food chain and what we saw being done to people in those remote mountains of Afghanistan on the 4 Corners program.
I do not "believe" in a Providence that takes care of little birds - because it's an empty myth. They die in large numbers, killed by cats or plate glass windows etc.
Jesus knew that when he said Do not fret. Be like the birds and get on with your flying. Have you ever seen how birds love to fly? Wouldn't I love to be a bird!
We are providence. After 13.4 billion years, things have come to the point where an animal form of life can see, and reflect, and draw conclusions from the past, and even look forward into that will happen when...
This force evolving in the world is one aspect of what I call god, and with Abraham on that mountain long long ago, I have come to realise that God provides. Not for us to take short cuts to short term solutions to partially understood problems or conflicts - like destroying the crop to stop the flow of Heroin to our streets, resulting in the farmers being forced to give up their children to evil terrorisers.
Jesus believed in this providence and tried to teach a few how to live in a way that contributed something positive to its progress. The first thing I notice about Jesus' teaching is that there is no bullshit in it. He doesn't go on about nature 'red in tooth and claw' and throw up his hands in despair. He says You can live intelligently IF you learn not to be scared to try, not to be scared of losing your life, not to be paralysed by the horror of it all.
How does this providence work? We are a continuum. All life is a continuum. I am immensely grateful to the 4 Corners team for showing us the horrors they do, for it allows my heart, torn and bleeding, to be one with those tortured devastated people. They feel nobody cares. But somewhere somebody does care, and even I can cry in my heart all night as once I might have cried my way around a church with Jesus on his way to the cross. We rant about celibate bishops and priests who have no care for child victims of their abuse, and as I read somewhere here these last few days, it's because they don't have children and don't feel that fierce protective force that parents feel. We are angry because those celibates break the continuum, they break the bond of solidarity, as much as those evil opium tyrants in Afghanistan break solidarity with their victims and with all of us.
When I was a priest I hurt a lot of people, in too many cases by my willful misconduct. When I left I hurt my closest friends, but they stuck by me, they provided acceptance of what they could not accept, absorbing the pain in themselves instead of throwing it back at me, and by their providing we survived, my Sue and me.
Your New Zealand nuns in WA did what they could in solidarity with people they thought needed their help - and even now they inspire you to work this magic of Catholica which gives solidarity a new dimension and makes the continuum of providence real in a totally new way.
That rich mine of spirituality, that brave and honest atheist, Godless Goss, has another inspiring piece in The Age today [LINK], about creation myths in religion and science. So he provides some food for all, he looks ahead, and puts his head to the task of understanding in truth the continuum in which we swim.
We are providence. We are the level of being in this dimension that can fore-see, can pro-vide, and as James quite often says we seem to be doing it better overall.
Abandon yourself to providence? Is that what Jesus did? I don't think so. He sailed right into the teeth of the storm, but having foreseen the consequences he kept his calm, and in the end was vindicated. He still inspires.
We are providence: for us to provide what each one can, you by managing this meeting place, this smelting pot where values are purified of misconceptions, me by daring to write what I wish I had the courage to live, our victims of child abuse whose hearts must have been torn last night to see that father, kneeling there in his shame at having to give up his children, caught in the trap of keeping his own life at the expense of his integrity in the hope that while he lived he might save them later - for if they killed him there and then they would kill his wife too and still take the children...
This is our world: it is our job to provide: not one of us is sure to survive, to prosper, but overall we are getting more provident. As they say: "Don't let the bastards get you down!"
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'TonyL
"A post is a free gift, and it will go where it pleases."'
Like the krill of the Southern Ocean...
Thanks, Tony. I have been curiously moved by that long, long story of John Wojnowski from the Washingtonian I posted on the forum — the guy who's been holding a one man protest about being abused as a small child. He's been protesting outside the Apostolic Nunciature in Washington for 14 years [LINK]. George Bouchey, one of the people we met in Detroit last year sent me the link but some time ago I had a few emails from John Wojnowski himself after he'd heard about Catholica. I may have posted something about him on Catholica some time ago.
I'm not confident that John Wojnowski will "succeed" in this quest. He'll end up dying a pauper, no compensation from the Church, and he'll be remembered as some footnote to history like Arthur Stace [See: Wikipedia. Stace was an illiterate former soldier who wandered the streets of Sydney writing on the the pavement in chalk the single word "Eternity" in a distinctive script.]. We all cry for people like that. Somehow the human heart cries out in some kind of sympathy, or empathy, for people like Arthur Stace or John Wojnowski. I had an uncle-in-law when I was young who was a victim of shell-shock in the First World War. I call him an uncle-in-law because I don't know the exact relationship — he was some kind of relation to the husband of my mum's sister. He lived out the last years of his life on their farm. One part of us looks at these people and exclaims "what a wasted life". Where is this "caring God" or "Providence" in the lives of these people? There are a lot of people though who live lives of "quiet desperation" — but they do it very privately, locked away in the anonymity of the suburbs — alone in a "sea of humanity".
There are a few I remember quite vividly from my childhood who worked in my parents' hotel — one a housekeeper called Dorothy and another a yardman called Roy, and yet another yardman from an earlier hotel, his name was Davey. My parents used to visit them long after they had left their employ and I often thought if it wasn't for the visits of my parents no one would care for them, or even remember them. How many people in the world die and there is no one to remember their presence in the world? I have a picture on my wall of Dad with the town drunks — all of them named "Jim" — that I have shown here before...
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Who remembers any of them? Does this "loving God" remember each one of them, or are they "remembered" in a way like worker bees are "remembered", or the individual krill of the Southern Ocean whose entire existence seems to be for nothing other than as food for the great whales who feed in that great ocean?
Perhaps the role of the John Wojnowski's and Arthur Stace's of this world is to force the rest of us to confront questions like this?
I was doing one of my irregular "trawls" last night around some diocesan websites — it's a sort of nostalgia thing; re-visiting places that were significant in earlier parts of my life. In the Geraldton diocese of my childhood there is only on Dominican nun left resident there now. Many of the little churches that were familiar to me as a youngster no longer have a resident priest. My original home town used to have two Catholic churches — one of them a tiny little one for the nuns built by the famous Monsignor Hawes. It still stands but it seems Mass is no longer offered in Yalgoo at all. The photo above was taken in Yalgoo in the 1950s on the front steps of my Dad's pub. I wonder about how many nuns and priests were like "krill" and who have died and who are remembered by no one? I wonder about that largely anonymous priest who abused John Wojnowski — anonymous to John at least until the journalist who wrote the story in the Washingtonian managed to track down a name and even a photograph even though the priest, in a remote part of Northern Italy, had died decades before. It seems it wasn't even a particularly brutal sort of abuse from what we read in the Washingtonian, just some touching of the boy's privates on one occasion. The priest probably died utterly ignorant of the damage he had caused in the life of another. Is he "remembered" by anyone? Loved by anyone?
If any of you haven't yet read John Wojnowski story — it is long — I do recommend it. It's not exactly a story to "lift the spirits" but it provides fuel for a lot of valuable meditation. There used to be a joke about some people's lives were worthless except to be "pushing up daisies" in some forgotten cemetery. Perhaps the stories of the likes of Arthur Stace, John Wojnowski, or the "bag ladies" of Sydney, San Francisco or New York, are only there to cause the rest of us to pause from time to time and reflect on these sort of questions?
PS: I've just remembered in re-reading this that the housekeeper, Dorothy, had another name we knew her by. It was "Dot". It seemed fitting in some way as I thought about it — Dot really was like a little "dot" in the landscape of humanity — a tiny "singularity" who, in a sense, "intersected" with few other people.
Where is Providence in all of this?
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Brian Coyne
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Yes, but you need to lean on it a little
thanks Tony, good to know where you're coming from 
He'll end up dying a pauper
seems so important to you guys ....do you think money is the end all of things?
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Everybody laughs at this guy .....but at least he isn't sitting on his arse.
When was the last time any of you stood up during mass and spoke out
Never I'm betting!
There is your soap box ..why not use it!!!
I did this in bendigo and was threatened with being arrested.
Cops dragged me away and when I said I wasn't breaking the law they didn't give a shit!
what about you guys stop with the talking and actually do something.
Inglewood is a broken town and could do with some counsellors and just simple support.
they got screwed over in the 90s and are still waiting.
remember Chrissie and Katie ...they're still waiting too.
Yes, but you need to lean on it a little
I believe Nikki Wells met him recently..I think there was a video link on facebook but I could not find it later when I went to look for it...this new facebook time line thing is driving me crazy..I miss out on many video links
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"Lucerna Pedibus Meis"
A brief summing-up of Providence for today's world
Brian, my understanding of "Providence" can be summed up in that famous little prayer attributed (rightly or wrongly) to St Francis of Assisi:
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change
The courage to change what I can
And the wisdom to know the difference.
I suppose there is also an assumption in there that if you live by this prayer and trust in God, all will work out for the best in the end.
Not always easy to live by though!
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Cathy Taggart
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused. - James Broughton
Second half of life
Richard Rohr has written a book that is certainly apropos to the discussion here. It’s titled: Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life.
I’ve read it several times and highly recommend it.
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Bud Malby
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B
Thank you Tony and Sue for such thoughtful reflections.
As usual I will go off at a random tangent again.......
“Take nothing for the journey”
• This suggests that the apostles would have a single-minded focus on their real mission with great zeal, conviction, courage and trust – a focus on the people they were going to meet, on personal relationships, on communion.
• Their mission was to spread the good news and seek justice for the downtrodden. How can they do that most effectively? – It seems to suggest that by having no props and paraphernalia they were only able to teach by example, by great conviction, by total integrity in their missionary tasks, by action.
• Our own role as Christ’s followers need to be characterised by those same factors – great focus, conviction, integrity and role modelling. Our lives have to be Christ centred, other centred.
• The video clip of Eugene Stockton talking about the light and warmth of the campfire spreading out in concentric circles to the people according to how close and receptive they are to ‘the light’ seems apt here.
Tony, your last paragraph contained the phrase “empty echoes in empty temples.“
Somehow that paragraph reminded me of a story of simplicity and integrity.
It is about Mahatma Gandhi.
A troubled mother had a daughter who was addicted to sugar.
One day she approached Gandhi, explaining the problem and asking if he would talk to the young girl.
Gandhi replied, “Bring your daughter to me in three weeks’ time and I will speak to her.”
After three weeks, the mother brought her daughter to Gandhi.
He took the young girl aside and spoke to her about the harmful effects of eating sweets excessively and urged her to abandon her bad habit.
The mother thanked Gandhi for this advice and then asked him, “But why didn’t you speak to her three weeks ago?”
Gandhi replied, “Because three weeks ago, I was still addicted to sweets.”
Ghandi wasn’t prepared to give advice that he himself could or would not follow.
As a leader he was determined to have the integrity and credibility that grows from acting and doing what he himself was advising others to do.
For us it always seems to come back to the same message.
It’s not about what we say. It’s about what we actually do.
It is said that there was a poster on a wall in Kolkata that inspired Mother Theresa.
It also seems relevant to the message of this Gospel.
ANYWAY
People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered,
LOVE THEM ANYWAY
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives,
DO GOOD ANYWAY
If you are successful, you win false friends and true enemies,
SUCCEED ANYWAY
The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow,
DO GOOD ANYWAY
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable,
BE HONEST AND FRANK ANYWAY
What you spent years building may be destroyed overnight,
BUILD ANYWAY
People really need help but may attack you if you help them,
HELP PEOPLE ANYWAY
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough,
GIVE THE WORLD THE BEST YOU’VE GOT ANYWAY.
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B
> For us it always seems to come back to the same message.
[quote]It’s not about what we say. It’s about what we actually do.
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Thanks for your great reflections Jerome and all.
We indeed had the Word made Flesh in Jesus to follow etc.
He did warn though to listen to the prophets rather than judge what they do?! He knew it was easier said than done, which is illustrated by the way the church can get into trouble as at present on abuses etc?!
georgeh
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B
Thanks Tony,Sue Brian and Jerome
When I first started to chew over this Gopsel I was struck by the sharp contrast between this passage and the photographs from the episcopal ordination of the new Bishop of Toowoomba
" Take nothing for the journey except a staff ... "- the Spanish Scripture scholar Jose Antonio Pagola in a reflection on this Gospel comments " The staff .. is not a symbol of authority but a reminder to keep journeying ". This seems so different from the highly ornate silver croziier depicted in the photos.The latter seems very much a symbol of episcopal power.
Pagola also comments that Jesus is giving the disciples authority over unclean spirits - he is NOT giving them power over people ,power to impose themselves on others.
However it is easy to critique the hierarchy.
How many of of us ( particularly in the second half of life ) would be able to travel as light as what Jesus is demanding of his disciples ?
Most of us are probably burdened with far too much excess baggage -
our habits (addictions ?) ,power,influence, security,pet likes and dislikes,cultural influences etc.
Rather than trying to put ourselves in the place of the disciples maybe part of the challenge is to accept that we are the ones that are in need of healing ,need to have some "unclean spirits " driven out.
Maitland
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B
Here is an abstract from my thesis which tries to apply this kind of thinking to Catholic Education:
Catholic Education in Solidarity with the Poor
Recent popes have declared that the “rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer”. This same criticism could be applied to Catholic education: Catholic schools and colleges are serving more the rich; and less the middle class and poor.
When my grandparents emigrated from Ireland in the early 1900s, the Catholic church in the United States already had in place a parochial school system designed primarily for immigrants. However, these schools are now too expensive for today’s immigrants.
St. Ignatius of Loyola, when he established Jesuit schools and colleges in the sixteenth century, insisted that no tuition fees be charged to the students in order that the poor might participate with the rich. Today, student fees in some of our Catholic colleges are exceeding $50,000 a year.
Should Catholic education include, as part of its mission, the goal of reducing the gap between the rich and poor? Can Catholic education encourage what Cardinal Claudio Hummes calls “solidarity with the poor”?
“A servant church must have as its priority solidarity with the poor,” he said. “The faith must express itself in charity and in solidarity, which is the civil form of charity,” Hummes said. “Today more than ever, the church faces this challenge. In fact, effective solidarity with the poor, both individual persons and entire nations, is indispensable for the construction of peace. Solidarity corrects injustices, reestablishes the fundamental rights of persons and of nations, overcomes poverty and even resists the revolt that injustice provokes, eliminating the violence that is born with revolt and constructing peace.”
My thesis deals with the question: Can the poor be included as participants in Catholic education in order to encourage “Solidarity”?
First, I consider the thesis of Mary Perkins Ryan in her book: Are Parochial Schools the Answer? …“In trying to provide a total Catholic education for as many of our young people as possible, we have been neglecting to provide anything like an adequate religious formation for all those not in Catholic schools, and we have been neglecting the religious formation of adults.” Mrs. Ryan suggests that the resources of the Church could be better used where the public schools provide for general education.
I then modify Mrs. Ryan’s thesis to establish my own which I summarize as follows: “A preferential option for the poor” should be maintained in our Catholic schools. If we find that we cannot afford to keep our schools open to the poor, the Church should be ready to use its resources for something else which can be kept open to the poor. We cannot allow our Church to become a church primarily for the middle-class and rich while throwing a bone to the poor. The priority should be given to the poor even if we have to let the middle-class and rich fend for themselves.
Practically speaking, the Catholic schools must give up general education in those countries where the State is providing it. The resources of the Church could then be focused on Confraternity of Christian Doctrine and other programs which can be kept open to the poor. These resources could then be used to help society become more human in solidarity with the poor. Remember, the Church managed without Catholic schools for centuries. It can get along without them today. The essential factor from the Christian point of view is to cultivate enough Faith to act in the Gospel Tradition, namely, THE POOR GET PRIORITY. The rich and middle-class are welcome too. BUT THE POOR COME FIRST.
William Horan
214 Bell St.
Manchester, NH 03103
w.horan@comcast.net
Student: Boston College School of Theology and Ministry
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B
" Take nothing for the journey except a staff ... "- the Spanish Scripture scholar Jose Antonio Pagola in a reflection on this Gospel comments " The staff .. is not a symbol of authority but a reminder to keep journeying ". This seems so different from the highly ornate silver croziier depicted in the photos.The latter seems very much a symbol of episcopal power.
Maitland, I must admit I had not thought of the symbol of the staff at all, and the contrast you draw our attention to- the staff for the journey, compared with the ornate silver crozier in the pictures. It is a contrast isn't it.
Thinking about the symbolism of the staff in Christianity, it seems to be depicted mostly as a shepherd's crook, with the curve at the top for handling sheep - or carrying over the arm. And yet, to take a staff for the journey is more about having a good stout stick to support one's balance when traveling over rough ground.
A staff, a walking stick, is usually associated with age, with the later years of life - so perhaps this is meant to be a symbol of the spiritual maturity of those Jesus is sending out? Perhaps it also suggests that despite physical and spiritual maturity, we still need to be careful to watch our step as a fall is still possible.
Such symbols can have such rich overlays of meaning! It leaves me wondering now what the staff itself stands for. Thanks for drawing attention to it Maitland.
Sue
Take nothing for the journey: Sunday Readings 15 B -Rough Ground
"to take a staff for the journey is more about having a good stout stick to support one's balance when traveling over rough ground."
Sue
Thanks for further exploring the idea of the staff.
I also was struck by your phrase "rough ground ".It was probably true in a physical sense in Jesus' time. However as I look around at the political landscape,the destruction of our environment,the crises within the church,the lack of quality in much of our media,economic injustice etc the phrase "rough ground " seemed an apt description of the world in which we have to lead our daily lives.
Maitland
A community of equals
What an amazingly rich and diverse response to this week's Gospel! There's so much to ponder on in this thread, drawn not just from Christianity but from other faith traditions and from personal experience. At first I wondered if I could add anything of value, but I feel a great need to join in this discussion and I suppose there's always something more to be said about a Gospel passage, so I'll give it a try!
It's interesting that Maitland mentions the Spanish Scripture scholar Jose Pagola, because I am just reading a wonderful (IMHO) book by him entitled, Jesus: an historical approxiamtion. In considering this passage, Pagola even makes mention of the verse that has always worried me a bit, where Jesus tells his disciples that if a village refuses to accept them, then as they leave, they should shake the dust of the village off their shoes as "a testimony against them". Couldn't this been seen as justifying the way Christian groups have, throughout the ages, persecuted those who have not accepted the "truth" as they see it? However, Pagola warns against taking this saying too seriously: maybe, he suggests, Jesus intended it as a "humouros gesture", as a way of saying, "so much for you!" Well, why not? I also wonder if Jesus intended it simply as a way of making the novice evangelisers feel a bit better about themselves when they had their first experiences of rejection. While many Gospel passages may contain messages for our lives in general, I think it is always important to examine each verse in its context if we are to be sure of its meaning.
This brings me to the topic which has been much discussed in this thread, the matter of taking little on the journey. I particularly loved Sue's description of the way this ideal has been been expressed in various faith traditions. Much of it would be a bit too radical for me to want to try in my own life though! This kind of broader reflection is of course a legitimate response to the Gospel, but for me the most meaningful thing to do, as I said, is to try to tease out the understanding we can get from the context of a verse or passage. Pagola points out that, although the Twelve took nothing with them, they were not meant to beg: if Jesus had intended this, they would have been allowed to take a bag. Instead, they are dependant on the hospitality of those that they inspire with their new vision. I particularly love the way Pagola emphasizes that this acceptance of hospitality goes beyond the obvious pratical purposes:
This is not a simple strategy for the sustenance of the mission. It is a way to build a new community in the villages[...]Here, everyone shares what they have: some, their experience with God's reign and their ability to heal; others, their table and their house. The disciples' role is not only "giving" but "receiving" the hospitality they are offered (p. 287)
So, the evangelisers come among the people as equals: they are neither superior beings who have deigned to share their knowledge of God with lesser mortals, nor are they beggars dependant on the goodwill, or otherwise, of those they try to convert. This of course resonates with what Tony says, about the need to be willing to expose something of ourselves, to be willing to touch one another and to receive as well as give.
I was also pleased that Pagola emphasises something that I have long believed: you cannot separate Jesus' preaching from his healing and his casting out of demons. Jesus was enabling those who had previously been unable to participate in community life, due to illness or "uncleanness", to once again be part of the community. He is also not just telling people, but showing them, that the reign of God has truly come among them. In this context, the important point to focus on is not whether Jesus literally healed diseases or cast out devils etc, but the effect that this had on people. That is, he didn't try to convince people in words that he had come to bring good news, although their experience might tell them otherwise; instead, he convinced them of it in a natural, human way, a way that couldn't do otherwise than fill them with joy and hope, and with an ability to love just as they had experienced his love.
This was the gift which Jesus' apostles were also empowered to give to those who were willing to listen to them. It's not surprising that those who experienced this gift were only too willing to open their homes to their benefactors. I believe that hospitality was a sacred responsibilty in the ancient world anyway, but Jesus' hope was that it would be willingly and spontaneously offered, not just out of a sense of duty. This, it seems to me, is the essence of Christianity as Jesus intended it: a genuine and spontaneous love among a community of equals. Will it ever be possible in the real world? I live in hope.
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Cathy Taggart
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused. - James Broughton
A community of equals
I think that is a brilliant reflection if I may so, Cathy.
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Brian Coyne
[Editor & Publisher]
Thank you, Brian
Thank you for your kind response to my reflection, Brian. Tony has asked me (via email) to do the lead reflection for next week, so I hope I'll be able to produce something then that will resonate with people here. 
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Cathy Taggart
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused. - James Broughton
A community of equals
Thank you, Cathy, for your thoughts so well presented as usual. The idea that Jesus could make a joke about 'shaking the dust off their feet' appeals to me. Luke has an account of the 72 being sent out, and returning full of stories about how 'even the devils submit to us when we use your name.' Jesus responded, and I can never read this without seeing a broad smile on his face: 'I watched Satan fall like lightning from heaven!' (Lk 10:17-20) He could certainly use satyr and he loved hyperbole - exaggeration for effect.
The evanglisers coming among the people as equals also raises another issue: there seems to be a real emphasis on 'being sent'. The disciples are even called 'apostles' when they are sent out. So there has grown up much to do about 'sending', about giving people a mission to do something, about authentic mission roles issued by bishops, and so on. On the other hand, there is the universal call to all who are baptised: we are all commissioned as apostles by baptism. So at base we are all equal. And this equality in mission is prior and more fundamental than the levels of insitutional missioning that popes and bishops do.
As someone once said: Just a thought.
I must now respond to the imperious demands of a little dog who wants my attention.
Cheers, tony.
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'TonyL
"A post is a free gift, and it will go where it pleases."'
A community of equals
Thank you yet again Tony for your positive comments on my post and for extending the points I made.
I must now respond to the imperious demands of a little dog who wants my attention.
I know all about responding to imperious demands from a little dog who wants attention NOW, so I'm not surprised your reply isn't longer!
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Cathy Taggart
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused. - James Broughton
A community of equals
“Take nothing for the journey except a staff—"
Thank you Tony, Sue, Brian, Francis and.... You have all added some great ideas here. In just a few words, Yeshua set the scene for how he wanted his followers to proceed. He lived it, walked, and didn't even have a house. Material poverty was an important aspect of following. "Go sell what you have ...and come follow me" he said to another guy.
Great ideas have poured out!
Putting yourself out of the equation, allowing the Spirit to work, (Tony) leaving behind the baggage of guilt and past mistakes, (Sandra) walking away from religious beliefs of the past (Sue) and living the reality of abject poverty for 18 years of Francis in New Guinea (Francis). I have to take my hat off to all of you.
"Metanoia",( a change of heart, mind and attitude) was the word used by Tony and Sue that is at the centre of this. The idea to "change our ways" was at the heart of the message from John the Baptist and Yeshua. To dump attachment to physical things is a first step. They get in the way, and I am not a good example of this in my present mode of being.
I just want to add a word on how Rome stuffed up this poverty ingredient of metanoia by institutionalizing it a long time ago; it's the obligatory vow of poverty I'm talking about imposed by canon law as essential for all religious orders soon after 1050.
I'm not going into how it works, all I to say is that, this vow of poverty, assures religious orders and their inmates of which I was one for a while, of security, all found live in expenses, food, clothes, etc without a thought of where it all comes from. They all live well thank you very much. Today it means use of good cars, mobile phones, TV, entertainment, free international travel etc. No individual owns any of it theoretically and that satisfies the law. This poverty is just a technical extension of obedience.
There is no lasting metanoia in this. New recruits may well undergo the "poverty" shock on first entering 'religious life' but not the kind Yeshua talked about. They soon settle into a life of relative comfort.
Francis of Assisi wanted the Gospel kind of poverty for his band of wandering mendicants and was devastated when the pope refused and forced the Roman kind of poverty on them. He knew what this would destroy what he envisioned. The vow of poverty is a Vatican control mechanism of religious orders, introduced long before Francis.
Isaiah wanted Israel to "metanoia"; to change their ways and come back to Yahweh. His message fell on deaf ears.
Thank you everybody. You are full of hope, and inspiration. As Tony and others have said "It's the Spirit". Beehive.
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