The Reunion

i282600889613003257._szw1280h1280_This is going to be a very big day for Mike. Tonight he and I will join a group of his peers to celebrate the fiftieth reunion of the Class of 1965 at St. Thomas High School. Next year it will be my turn. As I sit here this morning I find myself wondering where the time went. When I first met Mike he had only been out of high school for just under two years. We were both attending a birthday party for my cousin who was also a graduate of St. Thomas. There were other St. Thomas alums at the celebration that night as well. Most of them lived on the near north side of Houston and had been friends for many years. All of them loved their alma mater, especially Mike. 

After Mike and I had married one of my aunts found a photo of the St. Thomas High School graduation of 1965. Ironically Mike and I are standing next to each other in the image, each totally oblivious of the other’s existence. As I recall even my cousin was more than anxious to complete the family formalities on that day so that he might get on with the real celebration with friends. It would take awhile before I saw Mike again. By then he had spent two years at Loyola University in New Orleans which turned out to be a very bad fit for him. Having an alcoholic roommate, a nearby pool hall, and the French Quarter just a trolley ride down the road didn’t help him to focus on academics nor did the choice of a major that didn’t quite capture his interest. Seeing the handwriting on the wall he returned to Houston to consider his future and so happened to be in town when the invitations to the party where we met were extended.   Continue reading “The Reunion”

The Power

i282600889612960622._szw1280h1280_Periodically I see an athlete making the sign of the cross and folding hands in prayer before executing a play. I don’t mind that people do such things but I always think that God is quite unlikely to choose sides in some type of ballgame. Likewise I have seen students retreat into a state of prayer when I was returning graded tests. I often felt compelled to note that a miracle wasn’t going to happen. The grade was not going to change simply because of a request to make it so. I may have been too harsh in my judgement in such situations because conceivably the individuals may simply have been asking God to calm their nervousness or to help them to accept their fates no matter the outcome.

Prayer is a beautiful thing but all too often we think of our requests to God as being like orders at a fast food restaurant. We ask for this or that. When our pleas appear to have been ignored our faith is tested and at times we begin to doubt that He even exists. There are miracles but most often they do not occur on a grand scale. It’s difficult to imagine a God Who would choose a side in a battle. We are all His children and as any parent knows He is not going to play favorites. Instead I believe that the true power of prayer is a quiet and individual thing. The act of meditating and focusing on a spiritual being does in fact slow down our heartbeat, assuage our fears, and bring us a sense of being in control. When we pray we feel that we are not alone and knowing that we have a companion even in our darkest moments is comforting.  

I am not one for formal prayers. Instead I prefer to have conversations with God. I think of Him as a friend who is always available to hear my call. Nonetheless I love the prayer of St. Francis. For me it encompasses the essence of our humanity and the promise of God’s love for us. It outlines a difficult set of life goals but if we were all to follow its guidelines so many of the problems that we face as a people would be lessened.

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

As a Christian I believe that God sent us Jesus to be our teacher. If we study His life with an open mind it becomes apparent that even in His godliness he possessed human characteristics much like ours. He became angry and frustrated by the money changers in the Temple. In his own prayer to His Father we hear a plea for guidance as we walk through the challenges of this world: 

Our Father Who art in heaven

Hallowed be Thy name.

They kingdom come.

They will be done

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation 

But deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the power and the glory

Forever and ever.

Amen

Notice that in both the prayer from St. Francis and the one attributed to Jesus the emphasis is not on asking for miracles or special powers but on believing that God is always near us and that He expects us to do our best to follow His way of love. There are no promises of grand rewards here on earth. Instead His assurance is that one day we will be with Him in a heavenly kingdom where all of our cares and woes will be gone. What this tells me is that when I pray I cannot forget to praise and thank God for my very existence. That is the true miracle. I am here living and breathing and making my way through a lifetime that God knows will be marked with difficulties, temptations, and moments that test my faith. I am not unlike His own Son. 

As long as the sun rises each morning we have the opportunity to touch the hearts of those that we meet with love even when they hate and despise us. I think that Pope Francis is doing his best to show us how to live when he meets with both Kim Davis and a same sex married couple. It is not for any of us to judge or to hold back our love and appreciation for all of mankind. God has provided us with a fruitful planet on which to live. Its fertile soil and waters give us the food and drink that we need to survive. We must remember to care for this great gift. We will be tempted and we will fall. Even when everyone else has turned against us God will be there. All He asks from us is that we do our very best to be kind, compassionate, generous even to those who are hateful and selfish. For me prayer is about meeting with God as my counselor and asking Him to forgive my mistakes and to keep me strong when my challenges become almost too much to bear. 

We have all seen those among us who appear to have a special relationship with their God. My mother was one of those. Few would have judged her had she lost faith or railed at the Lord for seeming to abandon her. So many of her loved ones died far too early. She had few earthly goods. She was afflicted with a terrible chronic illness. Somehow she never surrendered her intense connection with the Lord. On the very day of her death we all witnessed her faith. It literally lit up her face with a beatific glow. Her smile was not of this world. She believed that all of her prayers and the simple goodness of her life were soon to be rewarded for eternity. This is what we all need to remember when we turn our voices to God. He is not a candy machine ready to dispense His favors to a lucky few. His word is about how to live so that we honor everyone and everything that we encounter. It’s a difficult task but if we ask He will help us.

I’m No Good at Math

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As a mathematics teacher I often observed students who were in a state of deep distress before, during, and after a test. Some of them had not paid attention during the lessons, nor had they taken advantage of the many tutoring opportunities that I provided. Others were just the anxious sort who fell apart emotionally at the mere mention of a challenge to regurgitate what they had learned. Many had simply struggled to master the concepts in spite of their Herculean efforts and mine. They needed more time and attention than the crowded curriculum driven by high stakes testing allowed. I felt for those who were not seemingly born with a mathematical gene that insured that they would rarely find the ideas that I presented to be problematic. It almost seemed unfair the way the normal curve of learning was so unfairly distributed among my pupils.  I desperately desired to bring understanding to as many of my charges as possible but there were always a few who so earnestly tried but still failed. I realized that our society has carved out a cookie cutter sequence of learning that is all too often ill fitting for the majority of individuals.  Continue reading “I’m No Good at Math”

Stop! Look! Listen!

i282600889612875553._szw1280h1280_I always hated the idea of cliques at school. These were the arbitrary groupings of individuals based on characteristics of some sort. There were the beautiful and popular crowd, the geeky crowd, the athletes, the shadow people that nobody much noticed, and those who rose above such silliness and simply associated with the people that they found to be interesting and friendly. The concept of mean girls and snobs are the stuff of movies. We laugh at the manufactured angst of the teenage years and yet there is a grain of truth in the stories of young people who feel bullied and alone because they have not achieved a desirous social status. Those who bleed into the edges of oblivion at school are often the victims of a complex web of dysfunctional parenting, mental or learning problems, abuse, and abandonment. They are the strange ones who tend to remain misunderstood and unloved by both their peers and the adults charged with their care. Because they are mostly quiet and unseen these shadow children rarely receive the attention that they so desperately need. The truth is that they are crying out in their silence and brooding but few people hear.  Continue reading “Stop! Look! Listen!”

Let It Begin With Me

i282600889612829216._szw1280h1280_Most of us wander through life searching for a modicum of happiness. Just what brings joy will vary somewhat from person to person. There are those who need little more than the dawn of a new day of possibilities to feel a sense of satisfaction and others who appear to be constantly seeking some unknown evasive goal. As we go about our business each day we never really know what will happen to us. There are surprises and tragedies and routines awaiting us. Most of us work hard, plan, prepare, and even pray for blessings. We faithfully follow the rules, take care of ourselves and those around us and follow a steady course. In the back of our minds we almost always believe that we should somehow be rewarded for our diligence and good faith. The reality is that such recognition doesn’t always happen. We are not immune to disappointments, rejections, challenges, loss, and even death. All too often we have to shoulder responsibilities and hard times that seem unfair and may even prompt us to question every aspect of who we are and what we believe. Maintaining optimism in the face of severe hardships is a daunting task and yet we have all witnessed those incredible individuals who somehow find the strength and the will to do so.   Continue reading “Let It Begin With Me”