An Interesting Start...

Happy Monday! Today is the second day of Holy Week. We're one step closer to the victory of Easter, but we still have so much more to experience. So, what happened today? Jesus' first full day in Jerusalem is an interesting one, and we can learn a lot.

It is today that Jesus enters into the Temple and drives out the vendors and money changers (Mt 21:12-17; Mk 11:15-19; Lk 19:45-48). When Jesus enters into the Temple, is infuriated by the sight of everyone who was buying and selling there. He overturns the tables of the money changers, and making a whip out of chords, he clears out the temple area proclaiming Isaiah's words "My house shall be called a house of prayer" (Is 56:7), and saying that these money changers have made it into a house of thieves. Jesus then welcomes the bind and the lame, and heals them. The scribes seek to arrest him, but they fear the crowds.

There are a few important questions to ask here. First, what's the big deal? The vendors were selling religious animals for the sacrifice, and the money changers were helping them do that. Second, why are the blind and lame mentioned. Third, Why are the pharisees and scribes so angry?

To answer the first question, the answer lies in the layout of the Temple. You see, the way in which the temple laid out, there were several courts all radiating from a the central Holy of Holies where the Living God dwelt. The vendors were selling their product in the Court of the Gentiles, which was reserved for non-Jews who wanted to worship. By putting the vendors here, it made a distinction between the Jews and Gentiles. A place that was designed for the Gentiles to be able to worship is suddenly reserved for the sale of animals. The Gentiles who came to worship the Living God were no longer able to enter and pray.

This shows a level of bigotry on the part of the Jews. Instead of making an effort to be first among God's sons and drawing all nations to Mt Zion (Isaiah 2:2-4), they place themselves above the Gentiles and treat God as their own personal possession. The same dynamic exists when Jesus preaches at the synagogue in Nazareth at the beginning of his ministry (Luke 4: 21-22, 25-28). The problem is not that Jesus refers to himself as the fulfillment  it is the fact that he says only the foreigner had faith enough to be healed. The problem, therefore, in the temple is not the fact that the merchants were selling. They were allowed to be there by the chief priests. The problem was the racism represented by their selling in the Court of the Gentiles, and their barring of the Gentiles from being able to pray.

Jesus, by driving out these merchants and going against the priests and scribes in such a direct way, he was not just protesting. Jesus was asserting his religious authority over Israel. In this passionate act, Jesus was telling the Pharisees and Sadducees that their reign over the Jewish people was over, and by exercising his authority, Jesus was making himself the high priest. This forces the elders and priests to ask, by who's authority Jesus was driving out the vendors? Instead of simply asking why, the Pharisees want to know that authority Jesus operated under.

The answer: His Own.

This is why was it so important in Matthew that Jesus healed the blind and lame. At the time, the lame and the blind were not allowed in the Temple because of the fact that they were considered to be ritually unclean. Normally they would sit outside the gates because to let them into the temple area was against the Mosaic Law. When Jesus allowed them to enter the temple to be healed, he was further expressing his authority over Israel. He was telling all those in assembly by his actions that he was Lord over Israel and of the Law.
So why were the scribes and elders so mad? Jesus was telling them that he had the power and authority that they thought they possessed. If Jesus was the authority, they were subject. Their pride would not accept this fact.

Do we accept Jesus as Lord in our hearts? Do we let him rule as he should?

That night, after a dramatic first day in Jerusalem, Jesus went to Bethany outside the city to stay in the house of Lazarus, whom he raised from the dead, and Lazarus' sisters, Mary and Martha (Mark 14: 3-9; John 12:1-11). While they were eating dinner, Mary, whom tradition states is Mary Magdalene whom Jesus freed from seven demons, took an alabaster jar of expensive aromatic nard, an oil of anointing, and poured it on Jesus. Mark says that she poured it on his head, while John says that she poured it on his feet and dried them with her hair. The house is filled with the fragrance of the nard, and the objections of the other dinner guests who complained about the waste of such an expensive asset. The nard itself was worth 300 day’s wages and could have been sold to feed the poor. Jesus, however, silences them. He says that Mary has done this in anticipation of his death and burial, and that she will be remembered whenever the gospel is proclaimed.

Mary’s gesture was unmistakable. She truly was anointing Jesus. This anointing had a two-fold meaning. First, in Mt 26:6, when she anoints the head of Jesus, it acts as a sign of his regal and messianic anointing. Secondly, he was being anointed for burial, which in Jewish society was considered essential for participation in the resurrection. Mary may not have known what she was doing at the time, but it was because of her that his body was not laid in the tomb without being anointed.

However, Mary’s gesture points even further to her deep love for Jesus. This is demonstrated by her actions that seem crazy at the time. First of all, The nard was worth 300 day’s wages. Think about that. Essentially, in the eyes of the other dinner guests, she wasted an entire years worth of work and wages. But Mary was embodying the notion that love makes you do crazy things. Her actions symbolized the literal pouring out of self that she did out of love for Jesus. Everything that was hers belonged to him, and he rewarded her for her devotion. She was, after all, the first person that Jesus appeared to after his resurrection.

Her actions also take on deeper meaning when we examine the Song of Songs, the great love song of the Old Testament. Spikenard was an aromatic and precious perfume worn by a bride on her wedding day. It goes on in Song of Songs 1:12 and 4:13-14 to speak of the sweet fragrance of the nard and its connection to the self giving love of the Bride and Bridegroom. Mary, desperate to show her love for Jesus, takes this perfume that is being saved for her wedding day and pours it over Jesus. We see through the eyes of scripture the depth of love the Mary held for Jesus, the ultimate Bridegroom who is about to give himself once and for eternity for his Bride the Church.

Let us look at the events during this Monday of Holy Week as an invitation to conversion. First, let us pray that our Lord can come into our hearts and drive out all that is standing between us and Him. It may seem violent, and it may not be comfortable, but if we allow him to claim his authority in our hearts he will make us like new. Second, let us pray that Jesus can make our love for him as real as Mary’s, who held nothing back from the one she loved.

See you tomorrow!

St Joseph, model of manhood, pray for us
Father almighty, bless us

It's The Most Wondeful Time of the Year!

Get excited everyone! It's holy week! That blessed time between Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday is upon us, and we are given the opportunity to meditate on the events leading up to Jesus' tragic death, and victorious resurrection. Every day during Holy Week, I will be posting what was going on, and why it is so important for us today.

As we all know, today is Palm Sunday. For us Catholics, this first day of Holy week is marked by the longest readings of the year where we meditate on the events leading up to Jesus' Passion and death beginning with his entry into Jerusalem. I think we often overlook the the fact that it was that Sunday two thousand years ago that Jesus entered into Jerusalem riding on the colt of an ass, and surrounded by dozens, if not hundreds, of his disciples shouting "Hosanna to the Son of David". They laid palms on the ground before him, and welcomed him into the city as a king.

Now what does that even mean? What is a kings welcome? Well it says in Matthew 21: 4-5 that Jesus entered in this way to fulfill what was said by the prophet Zechariah, "Rejoice, O daughter Zion, shout for joy, O daughter Jerusalem! See your king shall come to you; a just savior is he, Meek and riding on an ass, on a colt, the foal of an ass" (Zec 9:9). In that time, when a king entered into a city, he did so either on a horse or an ass. If he were to ride in on a horse, it was a time of war. If he were to ride on an ass a Jesus did, he was coming in peace.

Furthermore, they way that people were celebrating and laying down palms meant that they knew who Jesus was. They called him "the Son of David", meaning that they were hailing him as the heir to the throne of Israel. They recognized Jesus as the king and savior mentioned by Zechariah. They were rejoicing in their Messiah. This is extremely interesting because in a weeks time, these same people would call Jesus a blasphemer, and call for his death on a cross. In a weeks time, Jesus would go from being hailed as king, to dying as a criminal.

What is great about Palm Sunday is that it forces us to think about how we view Jesus, and how we react to him. Do we treat him as the king and savior of Palm Sunday, or do we mistreat him as a criminal, or just ignore him altogether? I encourage you this week to really think about who Jesus is to you, and how you consider him and bring him into your daily life.

Joseph, model of manhood, pray for us
God, Father of Mercy, bless us.

One Step Over the Edge...

Trust is a tricky thing. It can be gained or lost in a moment. Those who don't deserve it are often times are best at getting it, and we seldom give it fully to those we should be able to rely on most. Sometimes we're naive, and just hand our trust over to anyone with a nice shirt, and an impressive vocabulary. Sometimes we're stubborn and set up impossible standards that are inevitably left underwhelmed and unfulfilled. Sometimes we're just blind, and make the ones we should trust most jump through hoop after hoop because we can't see all they've done for us.

Honestly, I think we're just a scared people. We're scared to be open and vulnerable while at the same time we're afraid not to have anyone to rely on. We're afraid to be alone but afraid to be hurt or to be mocked. The problem is that this creates an odd dichotomy in which we either open ourselves up partially to anyone that we find, but run and hide whenever someone really wants to get to know the real, unbridled, mess YOU.

People like our friends... Or our family... Or God

But why? Haven't they given us reason after reason to trust? Haven't our friends and family been there when things were their worst? Hasn't God given us everything we have? Hasn't He blessed us and loved us? Hasn't he saved us? He's brought me this far? Why can't I trust that He really has a plan for me? Why can't I trust that He loves me?

I think we get so wrapped up in our egos at times. We have this false humility in our world that makes us think that our problems are so bad, and that nobody could possibly be as hurt as me, let alone understand me. Who is this invisible man in the sky anyway, and what does he have to do with me?

We forget what we have been given, and we're left stranded in a sea of unfulfilled expectations because we refuse to acknowledge the fact that we are blessed either because we're not humble enough to accept that love, or we're scared of what accepting that love will mean. Often, it's not that we don't believe or trust in the plan. It's that we're afraid of the plan, so we push it to the back of our mind because we're afraid to let go of what we think is best for us.

But sometimes, I think it's just that we're afraid to make the leap. We don't think we'll be caught because we've never had to jump before, or we've been dropped in the past. A scar stands in our way.

But are we content with that? Are we content ignoring our blessings and/or being afraid to move? Are we content being lonely or opening ourselves up to anyone who seems trustworthy? I say no! Look back on your life, and tell me where God has been at work? How have you gotten to where you are today? Can you really say that He hasn't brought you? What stands in the way of you trusting him how you should? Once we identify it, it has to be addressed. There is almost nothing as ridiculous as the idea of not trusting the one who has given us everything; the one who has nothing to prove to us. The one who saves.

Meditate on how we do and don't trust God, and really address the shortcomings. I promise that if you do, you will absolutely go deeper and his absolute faith will abolish all fear.

May the Lord our God bless us
St Joseph, model of manliness, pray for us

Encouragement from Exhaustion

This past week, I was given the opportunity to participate with my fellow CCM student leaders in student welcome week at George Mason. Affectionately (and often exasperatedly) referred to as the "First 168", this week is the most jam packed of any week that we have during the school year in terms of outreach, promotion, and building new friendships with new students.

As the week wraps up, and I look back at the exhausting first seven days, it's really easy to think about how tired I really am. It's easy to think of all the awkward moments, unanswered phone calls, scathing looks, and people that outright ignore you. We all went through periods of fear, fatigue, frustration, anger, and all of us have all let out the big exasperated sigh after being rejected by someone we thought we made a connection with. All of this has brought us to a single conclusion:

GOD IS GOOD

Despite every failure and every awkward moment, God showed through. Despite every bad joke and weird look, God showed through. His glory permeated every single moment of the week and absolutely allowed us to do work that we would never have been able to on our own. God's spirit overcame us and overshadowed us. Amazing work was done, and continues to be done

We had 1200 people at our freshman luau, our 10pm Sunday Mass and Thursday Night Supper were packed with people, and we have literally hundreds of freshman looking into joining Bible Studies and RCIA. We would never have been able to do that without Him. Honestly, I witnessed the Holy Spirit taking over every single person, allowing them to speak in tongues and reach each person in a unique way. We were the loaves, multiplied to feed the crowds. We were the fishers of men, casting our nets into the deep

We still have a lot of work to do, but there is an encouragement found in this past week that will keep us going throughout the coming months and the coming year. God has amazing plans for each person on the Student Ministry Team, and for every person we met. I look forward to seeing what God does over the course of the semester. Praise be to God, our Light and our Guide.

May the Lord, our God, bless us
St Joseph, model of manhood, pray for us

When I Grow Up

Let me tell you two stories:

1. When I was a week boy of merely 11 years old, I walked into my Sunday School classroom and was asked the oddest question of my life up until that point. My teacher, who none of us had ever met before, stood up and asked, "Who wants to be a saint when they grow up?". Silence. Not a single person raised their had, let alone spoke. Who was this woman? Saints are shiny people in the sky! What did they have to do with me. I'm just a regular kid! I'm not a saint. Undaunted, she asked again, "Who wants to be a saint?". Silence again. Then she allowed a smile crossed her wrinkled older face, and she explained what sainthood really is.

St Anthony of Padua, My Patron

2. This past month, I worked for Lifeteen up in Boston as a summer missionary. There I met a missionary named Felix who, from day 1 of the mission, kept the same 6 words: "I want to be a saint". This blew my mind as if I was 11 years old in Sunday school again. Who was this guy? He dressed casually, he spoke normally, and with the exception of his gigantic afro, there was nothing outwardly different about him. But there was something unique about him. Something that it really took me a month to put my finger on. Felix was a man who wants to be a saint, and he has the gifts to get him there.

What I've learned is that saints are not born with halos on their heads and rosaries in their hands. Saints are not born old and wrinkly, as we see them in pictures and paintings. Saints do not stand on pedestals above us, or sit on benches to judge us. They are not just pictures in books that we read, or names that we write on pretty churches. Saints are people that are fully alive.

St Peter, Or First Pope

But what does that mean? What did they do that I'm not doing? It's deceptively simple. The saints are regular, everyday people that embraced every moment of their lives with unrestrained love and immeasurable enthusiasm. The saints are sinners like you and me that set themselves aside for the glory of their God and Savior. They were people that feared, got angry, cursed, drank, and failed to love at times. But they understood that they were the children of the Almighty, and they set aside all sin and all attachment to worldly things in order to live fully with He who is Life.

Brothers, they lived life the way it was meant to be lived. They did not settle for the things of this world! We are called to live the same life. How can you love today? How can you give glory to God in your work, classes, family, or relationships? How can you be a saint. Do not let anything stand in your path. If you have a past that you think stands in your way, offer it to God and live a life despite your past. If you have a wound or sin that you cannot let go of, humbly ask God to remove it and heal you so that Hid glory can shine through. Let nothing block you from what you are meant to be!

St Joseph, Model of Manliness

My friend Felix has what the saints have. A love for God that is ever deepening, and a love for others that gives life to everyone and every situation he encounters. Felix and the saints always point to Christ as their source and life, and they never turn from that.

I pray that we too can live our lives to the full as Christ says in John 10:10. I pray that we can cling to the cross like the saints do so that we can be truly one with Jesus our God. I pray that one day, when our pilgrimage on this earth is over, we can live forever with He who calls me to Life.

May the Lord our God bless us
All saints and angels, especially St Joseph, pray for us