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“Gratitude and an Eye for Detail”

Do you have an eye for detail?  I do not.  At least, I don’t have such an eye most of the time or in most situations.

My “3-Minute Retreat” from Loyola Publishing challenged me this morning to develop such an eye.  (It was a very helpful retreat, which you can access for free at https://www.loyolapress.com/retreats/recibido-con-gratitud-start-retreat/.)

Toward the end of the retreat, the retreat master/writer asked a question: “Is there an aspect of creation that I should look at in more detail today?”  It is Thanksgiving Day, so the writer was explicitly connecting looking at things in more detail with giving God thanks.

I had never seen so clearly a connection between gratitude and observing things in detail.  And yet, in another sense, that is the way I try to live my life these days.  I try to notice those little realities of my daily life and give thanks for them.  I don’t always succeed of course, but I do try.

My wife is one of the best people I’ve ever known when it comes to awareness of details.  She knows what goes together and what does not.  (If I wear clothes that match, you can thank my sweetheart.)  Perhaps she was born that way, but I doubt it.  She probably had to learn the art of detailed awareness.

While it is rather late in life, perhaps I can learn the art of awareness as well.  Today—and every day—I can notice the details of my life and my world.  And maybe, just maybe, if I can cultivate such awareness, I can give God a larger fraction of the gratitude that God deserves.

“Lively and Lovely Stubbornness”

“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” (Phil. 4:8, English Standard Version)

Ugliness and death are stubborn and hard to eradicate.  Indeed, unless your name is God, ugliness and death probably can’t be eradicated.  But then, beauty and life are stubborn too.

This morning I was doing my “3-Minute Retreat” from Loyola Press.  Their retreats are free, daily, and excellent.  They have a pictorial background, some meditative music, a brief scripture, a couple of short, thought-provoking questions, and a closing suggested prayer.  And yes, you really can do them in about three minutes.  I usually take longer, but then that’s me.

The background picture this morning was as helpful to me as the words and music.  Maybe that’s because I paid attention to the picture.

It showed a tightly louvered, metallic-looking fence with a couple of flowers growing through a very narrow crack in the fence.  “Beauty and life are stubborn!” I said out loud.

And as a matter of fact, beauty and life are stubborn.  Good thing!  Because obviously so are ugliness and death.

We need to acknowledge the ugliness and death.  It won’t go away if we simply ignore it.

But we also need to focus on the beauty and the life.  As I am writing this post, the sun is coming up.  There is a lovely breeze, and it is already 50.  It is supposed to get up into the mid sixties today.  I will rake leaves and take them to the compost pile.  Then, I’m going to go for a ride on the Little Miami Bike Trail.

Beauty and life will be one of my mantras for the day.  You can use it too.  It’s not copyrighted!

“Repentance and Conforming to the Gospel”

Today’s “3-Minute Retreat” from Loyola Press (which you can access at https://www.loyolapress.com/retreats/the-consequences-of-not-repenting-start-retreat) was based on Luke 13:5:

“But I tell you, if you do not repent, you will all perish as they did!”

The retreat master writes, “To perish, to be lost forever, is not a pleasant thought on which to dwell. It is better to repent, to be contrite, so that you can come to a place of starting anew. In the deepest part of ourselves we know there is no other way to change. To repent is much more than saying “I’m sorry.” It is the profound understanding that we must conform our lives to the Gospel, or be lost forever.”

To say “I’m sorry” is very difficult for me.  It probably is for virtually everyone.

But to conform to the Gospel of Jesus Christ—that is on border between excruciatingly difficult and absolutely impossible.  Anyone who thinks it is easy to follow Jesus has probably never read Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John.  Or, at least, they have not taken those documents seriously.

There is a good reason for the subtitle of this website: “Musings of a Deeply Flawed Christ-Follower.”  Sometimes, the flaws seem so much more real than the part about following Christ.

One of my 12-step readings from Hazelden made a very similar point about actually living a transforming life.  Here it is:

“Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.

—M. C. Richards

Recovering men know this path is not always easy. We usually talk about the benefits of recovery and the many promises of the program. Today, in our fellowship, we talk of the challenges we must face in order to recover. Honesty may be the greatest challenge. It is frightening to be honest with ourselves about things we have never really admitted or faced before.

Sometimes we have new and confusing feelings and think something must be wrong with us. But we may be just experiencing the logical outcome of our earlier commitment to be honest. No one recovers by thinking about it. We must actively take each Step and meet the challenges presented. We are not alone with our difficulties. We are part of a large movement of men committed to recovery, and this quiet moment is one way in which we are simply putting one foot in front of the other.

Today, I pray for the courage to remain faithful when the fears and pains of my transformation are overwhelming.” (From Touchstones: A Book of Daily Meditations for Men ©1986, 1991 by Hazelden Foundation.)

Yes!

Conforming myself to the Gospel, being transformed by putting one foot in front of the other in the direction of a sane, sober, loving life—these are not easy.  But then, neither is staying the way I am.  And no one has to do any of this alone or all at once.  I have good companions who both encourage and hold me accountable.  And I have the strength to take this one step in this one moment.

“Stories: Identify Yourself!”

“But Peter said, ‘I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!’” (Acts 3:6, English Standard Version)

Today’s “3-Minute Retreat” from Loyola Publishing took Acts 3:6 as its jumping off place.  This is a good verse to jump off from, and to jump into.  The verse occurs in a miracle story in the book of Acts.

Acts tells part of the story of the very early church.  These stories are set in the twenty-plus years that followed the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus.  The stories involve preaching, teaching, people coming to faith in Christ, people rejecting Christ, traveling, and a few miracles.

Acts 3:1-10 tells the story of a miraculous healing of a man who had been born lame.  Perhaps it would be helpful to copy and paste the entire story.

Now Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong. And leaping up, he stood and began to walk, and entered the temple with them, walking and leaping and praising God. And all the people saw him walking and praising God, and recognized him as the one who sat at the Beautiful Gate of the temple, asking for alms. And they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.” (Acts 3:1–10 The Holy Bible, English Standard Version

https://accordance.bible/link/read/ESVS#Acts_3:1, italics mine)

The man was begging at the temple gate.  He was carried and placed there every day.  I suppose that he had discovered that people were more generous when they were going to or coming from worshipping God.  In any case, there he was.

When two of the apostles of Jesus, Peter and John, were going to the temple, they stopped and looked at the man.  Probably the cripple had learned the universal language of refusal to help.  The first commandment in this language is “Thou shalt not make eye contact!”  So, when Peter and John stopped and looked at him, the man expected them to give him a coin or two.

But they didn’t have money.  They had something else, something better.  They had the name and authority of Jesus.  And so, they said, “We’re as broke as you are.  However, we do have something.  In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, WALK!”  They helped him up, and the man did walk—just like that!

My “3-Minute Retreat” did not emphasize the miraculous aspect, but took this story (particularly Acts 3:6) in an interesting direction.  They asked two important questions.  These two questions show that the retreat masters were challenging us retreatants to identify ourselves with the apostles Peter and John in this story.

“In what ways can I offer Jesus’ healing presence to others?”

“How might I be a source of God’s comfort to those who suffer illness?”

The prayer that was suggested to close out the retreat also was based on the notion of the participants identifying with the apostles.

“(Speak to Jesus using this prayer or words of your own.)

Jesus, thank you for your healing love. Help me to be an instrument of your comfort and your healing presence.”

The person with whom you identify in any story, biblical or otherwise, says a lot about who you are.  For example, I have usually identified with the lame man in the Acts 3 story.  I’ve never been very self-confident.  I tend toward a “can’t-do attitude.”  I do a lot better these days with this, but it is still a struggle.  However, I have a wonderful wife and friends who come by often, give me a hand, and lift me to my feet.  And wonder of wonders, I discover that I can walk!

However, this retreat challenges me to identify with the apostles.  I am to ask hard questions about how I can help others to walk (or at least crawl) in the right direction.  I am asked to consider what resources I might have that could help others.  And then, there is the matter of doing something about that.

“Am I Growing with Age, or Just Aging?”

We are all growing in age, but are we growing with age?  That is the question for today.

Consider, for example, the words that conclude the account of the boy Jesus in the temple.  Luke sums up over half of Jesus’ life in one verse at the end of Luke, chapter 2.

“Now his parents went to Jerusalem every year at the Feast of the Passover. And when he was twelve years old, they went up according to custom. And when the feast was ended, as they were returning, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem. His parents did not know it, but supposing him to be in the group they went a day’s journey, but then they began to search for him among their relatives and acquaintances, and when they did not find him, they returned to Jerusalem, searching for him. After three days they found him in the temple, sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions. And all who heard him were amazed at his understanding and his answers. And when his parents saw him, they were astonished. And his mother said to him, “Son, why have you treated us so? Behold, your father and I have been searching for you in great distress.” And he said to them, “Why were you looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?” And they did not understand the saying that he spoke to them. And he went down with them and came to Nazareth and was submissive to them. And his mother treasured up all these things in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man.

(Luke 2:41–52 The Holy Bible, English Standard Version

https://accordance.bible/link/read/ESVS#Ex._12:48, bolding mine).

My “3-Minute Retreat” from Loyola Press reading for this morning was based on parts of this passage from Luke’s Gospel.  The retreat master asked a very pertinent question: “In what ways am I being called to grow in wisdom, age, and grace?”

And based on this reading (and the Scripture from Luke upon which it was based), I asked myself an equally pertinent question: Am I growing with age, or am I just aging?  Am I still growing with age, or just growing older?

Of course, Luke wrote these words about Jesus when Jesus was just a boy.  We tend to think of boys and girls as growing in stature and weight.  Think of the statement, “Well of course he eats a lot!  He’s a growing boy!”

But what about growing in age?  We recognize that, in a sense, this happens automatically.  Of course, we are growing older!  But that is not the same as growing with age.  While growth has an upper limit when it comes to height (but not, unfortunately, when it comes to weight), and while there is an upper limit to the years we get to live, there is no limit to growing with age.

However, there needs to be some intentionality in our growing.  Growth in age happens no matter what we do or don’t do.  Growth with age is kind of up to us.

A good question for me to ask myself today and every day is this: What will I do today to grow with age?

“God’s Garden—and We Get to Help!”

“The LORD God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to work it and keep it.” (English Standard Version)

Commenting on Genesis 2:15, the daily meditation from Loyola Press, today’s “3-Minute Retreat” master wrote the following:

“When we look at the wonder of creation, it is apparent that God is a good gardener. From the will of God, the earth brings forth abundant and varied forms of life. In this story from Genesis, we are invited into the garden and given the task of caring for it. Taking care of creation is a moral obligation for us. Our care for plants, animals, and one another reflects our cooperation with God’s plan.” (From https://www.loyolapress.com/retreats/caring-for-gods-garden-start-retreat, accessed 05-24-2019)

Now, I should know everything there is to know about Genesis 2-3.  After all, I spent ten years of my life studying this passage from the Bible, while pursuing a graduate degree.  However, even simple insights can blindside me.

Based on this 3-minute retreat, it suddenly occurred to me that, even though the man and woman messed up big time and ate of the one tree that God had put off-limits to them, and even though they were punished and driven out of the garden, the charge to tend the garden was never rescinded.  In other words, humankind is no longer in the Garden of Eden, but that doesn’t mean that we are not responsible for tilling the soil outside the garden.  In fact, that very phrase (“to till the soil”) occurs after God had confronted the man and woman and passed judgment on them.  The story says, “therefore the LORD God sent him out from the garden of Eden to work the ground from which he was taken.” (Genesis 3:23, English Standard Version)

I grew up on a two-hundred acre farm, and we had a huge garden.  Every year, my mom and dad would do the same dance in September.  “We don’t need such a big garden!”  And they didn’t.  They had green beans canned from years before the current crop, still unused.

But over the winter, their memory faded along with the fading leaves.  Every spring, Dad would say to Mom, “How much of the garden do you want me to till up?”  And Mom would reply, “Oh, I guess you can plow up the whole thing.  We don’t have to plant it all.”  After a few years of this same pattern, I realized that I was going to be hoeing just as much this summer as I had hoed last summer.

But. you know what I think?  I think that Mom and Dad realized that they were doing what God wanted them to do.  They were participating in something very primal, but also something very theological.  They were helping in God’s garden.

And I got to help too!

Go out and plant or tend something today!  Maybe it’s a garden, or a flower, or a relationship.  But go out and plant something or tend something today!

“Transformed by the Goodness of the Lord”


Today’s “3-Minute Retreat” from Loyola Publishing was wonderful.  (You can access it for yourself at https://www.loyolapress.com/retreats/enjoy-gods-goodness-start-retreat, accessed 03-04-2019).  It was a meditation on Psalm 27:13.

“I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD

in the land of the living!” (English Standard Version)

The retreat master writes,

“What a wonderful mantra the psalmist offers!  Try repeating this belief statement as you go through a typical day.  We most often see what we expect to see.  Do you expect to see the Lord’s goodness as you go through the day?  It takes many forms: a surprise phone call, a random act of kindness, some unexpected good news, or the daisy growing through the concrete. We are invited to go one step further, however.  After we see the Lord’s goodness, we are challenged to enjoy it.  That means slowing down to take notice.  In this way, we are changed by what we see.  Give yourself the gift of being transformed by the goodness of the Lord.”

Indeed, Psalm 27 has many beautiful things in it, but it also acknowledges that the world is a dangerous, scary place.  In fact, in the verse that immediately precedes the one about seeing the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living, the psalmist pleads, “Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes, for false witnesses rise up against me, spouting malicious accusations.” (Psalm 27:12 English Standard Version)  Affirming the LORD’s goodness does not mean that we are blind to the obvious badness in the world.

The sun is coming up just now, lighting up the snow-covered pines in my neighbor’s yard.  There is incredible goodness and beauty in the world, even when a polar vortex invades the month of March.  I’m not sure polar vortexes are actually evil, but they may seem so when we are all looking for spring and new life.

Nevertheless, we can see the goodness of God, if we choose to do so.  And we are all capable “. . . of being transformed by the goodness of the Lord.”  But such transformation is a gift you give yourself, a gift that I give myself.  And if I give myself the gift, I can also be transformed to the point where I can give the gift of God’s transforming goodness to others that I meet along the way today.

“Forgiving Those Who Have Hurt Someone You Love”


One of the spiritual disciplines that I find very helpful is the “3-Minute Retreat” put out by Loyola Press.  They are very brief (about 3 minutes long!), and very practical.  I was especially appreciative of the one today.  It was about forgiving others.  (You may access it at https://www.loyolapress.com/retreats/forgive-us-our-trespasses-start-retreat, accessed 01-04-2019.)

The Scripture was “Matthew 6:14: If you forgive others their transgressions, your heavenly Father will forgive you.”

After the reading, the person who was leading the devotional retreat made the following comments:

“Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. We pray this in the prayer that Jesus gave us, the Our Father. These are easy words to recite but not always easy to live by. To be forgiven, we must first forgive. This is not a suggestion; it is a condition for being in right relation with God and others.”

I was especially struck by the final sentence: “This is not a suggestion; it is a condition for being in right relation with God and others.”  When we try to turn forgiving into a suggestion, we’ve already taken a fatal step, not fatal to the other person, perhaps.  But it most certainly is fatal to us.

And then, the retreat master asked a very simple question: “Against whom am I still holding a grudge?”

At first, I thought to myself, well, I’m not holding a grudge against anybody.  I should have moved on right then, but I didn’t.  I thought a bit more, and my heart sunk into my tenny runners.  There are some folks that, though I love them, have terribly hurt my sweetheart.  And, yes, as a matter of fact, I do hold a grudge against them.  I do struggle to forgive them.

I try to tell myself that this is okay.  After all, it isn’t a grudge against someone who has hurt me.  It is a grudge against people who have hurt someone I love.  Somehow, that seems less selfish and unforgiving.  Perhaps it is even noble!

But a secondary grudge is still a grudge.  I don’t think that Jesus ever said, “Forgive others, unless they have hurt someone you love.”  I would be glad if someone pointed out a verse where he did say that.

So I will begin the long, difficult process of forgiving those who have hurt someone I love.  I have no illusions.  This isn’t likely to be quick or easy or pretty.  However, with God’s help, I will do this.

And so, I leave you with the prayer that closes out this retreat:

“God of mercy, kindle in me a forgiving spirit. Help me to be compassionate and understanding to those who hurt me.”

“TURNING DOWN THE MIND NOISE”

“You showed me how, how to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind
Now I haven’t got time for the pain
I haven’t got room for the pain
I haven’t the need for the pain
Not since I’ve known you” (Carly Simon, “Haven’t Got Time for the Pain”.  I’m not sure who Simon’s “you” was, but I tend to think of my wife and God—in that order!)

“What sounds in my life might prevent me from hearing God’s whisper?
What noise in my mind might also interfere?”

These questions were asked in my “3-Minute Retreat” this morning, put out by Loyola Press.  They strike me as being very important questions.

We live in a noisy world.  No doubt, you’ve noticed that.  We get used to the noise, but that doesn’t make the noise a good thing.

My wife and I recently had a nice getaway at a bed and breakfast.  The place was back a little-traveled country road and back a long lane.  It was so quiet that I had a difficult time sleeping.  You could almost hear the silence.

I grew up on a two-hundred acre farm.  The main nocturnal noises were crickets, whip-poor-wills, and my dad’s snoring.  Noise was not usually a problem.  However, even there, even when I was young, the mental noise was considerable.

While I can’t always live in the country, or otherwise turn down the volume on external noise, I can most certainly do something about the “noise in my mind.”  Here are some suggestions that I am making mainly to myself.  However, you, dear reader, may also find some of them helpful.  Let me know what works, or if you’ve found other things that work.

This mental noise is comprised of many things: my past experiences, my fears, my hopes, my insecurities, people who have been and are special to me, my desires, the opinions of other people, and so on.  If I listen to these, one by one, I think that I can make progress in sorting out what these various forms of noise are trying to say to me.

And that is the first thing: I need to listen to the noise in mind.  It may be that the noise is actually comprised of several voices to which I need to be listening.  Even when the noise seems incoherent, listening to it may be a good discipline.  While psychiatrists and psychologists may be especially good at listening to my mental noise, it may be that I can train myself to pay attention to it myself, at least in some measure.

Second, I have the right to turn down the noise level.  This is much easier after the noises/voices in my head feel as if they’ve been heard.  The voices in my head are often like small children, tugging on their momma’s sleeve.  If I ignore those voices, they just get louder and more insistent.  But if I smile and listen to them, and respond to them lovingly, then the voices (again, like a small child) are free to run along and play by themselves.

Third—and perhaps I should have listed this first—I need to recognize a very uncomfortable truth, which is this: I often want to choose mental noise.  Why?  I think mainly because it absolves me from the responsibility to do the next right thing.  And that is because the next right thing is rarely something I want to do.  If I can claim that the mental noise is so loud that I can’t think straight, then I don’t have to live straight.

Well, those are a few fairly random thoughts about the noise in my mind.  I hope that this post doesn’t simply add more noise to your already noisy mind, dear reader.

It may even be the case that, if I turn down my own mental noise, my external world may become a bit less noisy.  I may discover that, if I deal with my own mental noise, I can hear the crickets and whip-poor-wills again.  Dad’s dead.  I can’t hear his snoring these days.

“OF CHANGE, HEARTS, FULL MOONS, AND LOVELY SUNRISES”

Are you familiar with the Joe Raposo Sesame Street song?  It has a nice, catchy tune and really profound lyrics.

“I nearly missed a rainbow
I nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star

I nearly missed a rainbow
I nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star going by

While lookin’ at my feet, at a crack in the sidewalk
An old tin can by the side of the road
I nearly missed a rainbow
I nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star going by

While studying a brand new hole in my sneaker
And finding a quarter and an old bus token
I nearly missed a rainbow
I nearly missed a sunset
I nearly missed a shooting star going by

Looking down at the ground means you know where you’re going
No head up in the clouds to lead you astray
But you can’t ever have any kind of dream that way

Looking down at the ground means you know where you’re going
No head up in the clouds to lead you astray
But you can’t ever have any kind of dream that way

While looking at my feet at a crack in the sidewalk
An old tin can by the side of the road
I nearly missed a rainbow
Elmo nearly missed a sunset
I would’ve missed a shooting star going by

I nearly missed a rainbow
Don’t want to miss that sunset
I wouldn’t miss a shooting start going by
Passing me by
Passing me by.”

Sometimes, we all lose our focus.

So, I was waiting for my ride to the twelve-step meeting this morning.  I was walking around looking for change in the parking lot at Planet Fitness, keeping one eye out for someone arriving for an early morning workout.  People who haven’t had their second cup of coffee can be a little less than alert than they need to be.

I found a dime, which gave me great cause for rejoicing.  It also inspired me to keep looking.  No more money, I’m afraid.

And then it hit me: It was a cool, clear morning with a big bright full moon.  The sun was already making its presence known, and there were some lovely fluffy clouds in the eastern sky, roughly the color of orange sherbet.  And here I was, with my head down, looking for a few coins!  I was missing the real treasure.

This is especially ironic because, just an hour or so before my treasure hunt, I had read the following words from Matthew 6:21, in my 3-Minute Retreat from Loyola Press:

“For where your treasure is, there also will your heart be.”

Then the retreat master for the day made these simple, yet profound, comments:

“Whatever we claim as treasure in our lives is where we put the bulk of our effort and energy. Over time we generally grow in understanding of what is really important to us, and we let go of some things in order to have the time and energy for things that are more important. For people of faith, treasure is found in the love God has for us, in our love for God, and in the love we have for others. The choices we make each day are based on what we treasure.”

I would only add that God’s creation is also something we should treasure.

So, I quit looking for coins in the parking lot, and instead spent a bit of time worshiping the God who made full moons, sunrises, and cool mornings.

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