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Mine Eyes Have Seen Your Salvation

February 3, 2010 · Leave a Comment

The Presentation of Our Lord in the Temple

Every year on secular Groundhog’s Day, Holy Mother Church celebrates the Feast of Our Lady’s Purification and Our Lord’s Presentation in the Temple. Like the Circumcision, it shows how Our Lord who had created the law and who was above it also submitted to it in all humility and obedience. He did this so that He could be more like us and so that we could be more like Him.

The Feast of the Purification reminds us also of Simeon. St. Luke does not tell us a great deal about Simeon except that he had been told by God he would not see until he saw the Messiah in the flesh. He was most certainly a devout Jew who spent a lot of time in the Temple and who waited for many long years to see the One who had been promised to his people. When he finally did so, he proclaimed one of the most beautiful hymns of the Church:

“O Lord, let your servant depart in peace for mine eyes have seen Your salvation which have You have wrought in the sight of all nations. A light to enlighten the Gentiles and the glory of Your people Israel.”

This prayer, commonly known as the “Nunc Dimittis,” is sung by priests, religious, and lay people every night before going to bed and forms the nucleus of the Hour known as Compline. It is a most beautiful hymn to sing before going to bed. In it, we thank God for all of the graces the He has bestowed upon in His mercy during the day and we ask Him that He continue to be the glory of His people, the New Israel, the Church.

Yet there is more to this hymn than what I have said above. The Nunc Dimittis speaks to us about a much more profound truth. You see, my dear readers, before the time of Our Lord, it was not possible for a mortal man to see God and live. Even when Moses saw God on Mount Sinai, he only saw God’s “hind parts” and not His face. The same was true for Ezekiel and the other prophets. What they saw were only parts of God and they did not yet see Him fully.

Why is that? Why is it that God did not show Himself to these men as a mortal man in the flesh? Why did He have to wait four thousand years before Simeon finally saw Him? The truth is that men were not prepared. Apart from the prophets and other seers, the world did not yet know God. It did not know Him because it was sleeping in idolatry. It did not know Him because He had not yet come and shed His blood for the world.

As St. John the Evangelist wrote even His own did not receive Him. If we read the Old Testament, we know that God truly loved Israel. He liberated the Israelites from bondage in Egypt, He gave them judges to be their rulers, and eventually instituted a monarchy for them. Yet the Israelites did not listen to God well enough. There were times when they did. More times than not, however, they were deaf to His message.

When the fullness of time had arrived, however, Our Lord appeared on this earth as one of us. Like us, He was born as a tiny infant and wrapped in swaddling clothes. He knew hunger, cold, and thirst, He felt everything that we feel, and He cried out to His Mother and St. Joseph for help. Indeed, He was the most helpless of us all and yet in that same little body was our God incarnate.

When Simeon saw the Child Jesus, he knew intuitively that He was the One who had come to deliver His people and set them free. Like so many others, he had been waiting and waiting for the Messiah to come.

During those troubled times in Judea, numerous false messiahs had come and gone. Some of them offered the people real hope, while others were merely swindlers who were much more interested in money or some other such thing. Simeon probably knew some of them and heard about their deeds, but he also probably knew in his heart that they were not Him. He waited and waited until the day finally arrived.

The Nunc Dimittis is not only an evening hymn and a New Testament canticle. It is not only a prayer of thanksgiving to God, but also a humble act of homage. When Simeon held the Child in his arms, he paid homage to Him in the only way he knew how. He thanked Him for having counted Him worthy to be among those who would see Him in the flesh as He really was. Not only this, but He was among those who would see Him in His gentlest guise as a helpless Child.

In our own lives, we too are sometimes like the aged Simeon. We often wander for years wondering where we are supposed to go and what God wants us to do. We have our own false messiahs just like the Jews did. False friends come and go with every passing day. There are also those other messiahs that we think will help us and those are even more insidious (bad reading, bad company, alcohol, smoking, and certain kinds of television programs).

When none of these messiahs bring us what we want or what we really need, we are back at square one. We go back to standing in the Temple of our souls and waiting for Him. We wait for Him because we know that He is there. Sometimes, it will be months or years before He physically manifests Himself to us or speaks to us Yet when He does, He appears as He did to Simeon. As a little Child asking us to help Him so that we can help our own selves.

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Obituary for Sr. Mary Francisca, CMRI

February 2, 2010 · Leave a Comment

The following obituary was for Sr. Mary Francisca was published this morning in The Spokesman Review:

KLOTZ,
Sr. Mary Francisca

Went to her eternal reward on Thursday, January 28. Born in Fort Wayne, Indiana, September 2, 1948, Janice entered the Religious Congregation of Mary Immaculate Queen in 1972, after graduating from Orange Coast College inCosta Mesa, California, and becoming a certified medical assistant. Within the Congre-
gation she spent many years as a teacher, infirmarian and secretary. She completed her education in the nursing field, receiving her degree of Master of Nursing from Eastern Washington University in 1991. Since then she has been medical coordinator and counsellor for St. Michaels convent andacademy, as well as a tireless coordinator for the Singing Nuns. In addition to her Sisters in religion; her mother, Dorothy Klotz; her sister Patti Melvin; her three brothers: Fr. David, Chris and Kevin, and her students, many in Spokane will miss her cheerful spirit, generous heart, outgoing and caring ways. Visitation will be Wednesday, February 3, 10:00 am – 3:00 p.m. at the funeral home. Rosary at Mount St. Michael, Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. Requiem Mass and Funeral at Mount St. Michael, 8500 N. St. Michael Way, Thursday at 10:00 a.m. Interment will be at Holy Rosary Cemetery.Please sign Sr. Mary Francisca’s online guestbook at www.hennesseyfuneralhomes.com.

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace. Amen.

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The Laborers Are Called

February 2, 2010 · Leave a Comment

The period that begins on Septuagesima Sunday is one during which we are asked to re-evaluate our lives before the beginning of Lent. This season of two and a half weeks is a time for us to reflect on where we are and where we are going our spiritual life.

On Septuagesima Sunday, therefore, the Church has assigned us the Gospel of the Laborers in the Vineyard. As you will recall, a man went to call vinedressers during several times of the day (morning, noon, afternoon, and dusk). All of these laborers received the same wages for their work. The last were first and the first were last. Yet what does this parable mean to us today and how are we to apply it during this particular season?

Fr. Ferdinand Prat and other Biblical scholars have written that the hours during which the owner calls the laborers are different times in a person’s life during which he may be called to holiness (the labor in the vineyard). If we have read the lives of the saints carefully, we know that there are some saints whom God has called from their earliest youth and their mother’s wombs (St. John the Baptist, the Prophet Ezekiel, St. Aloysius Gonzaga), others who were converted during their young adulthood (St. Francis of Assisi), and still others who found Him during middle and old age (St. Augustine, St. Edith Stein).

All of these saints heard the call to holiness from God. Each of them responded in his or her own way. The path to God for them was not easy. Some of them had to sacrifice almost everything and endure bitter sufferings. For example, St. Aloysius was severely beaten by his own father when he told him that he was discerning a call to become a Jesuit while Edith Stein was shunned by her mother because she was abandoning the Jewish faith of her forefathers.

Still, there were others who had to fight against great temptations to make it to eternity. One thinks of St. Augustine’s heroic struggle with purity and the heretical beliefs of the Manichaean heretics or St. Anthony the Great’s temptation in the desert where the devil physically threw him on the ground and left him for dead.

Yet no matter what happened afterwards, all of these saints responded to God in the same way. They gave up everything and followed Him like the apostles and martyrs before them. They did not question when they heard the call, they did not put off the call for another day. When God spoke to them in the silence of their hearts, they answered, “Speak, Lord, for your servant hears.”

In our own lives, we are often deaf to the voice of God. We find other things with which to amuse ourselves. Our secular culture provides us with so many forms of “entertainment” that it is easy for us to forget what our primary duty on this earth is. Unlike the saints, we ignore the call.

Over and over,  God asks us to be holy. He gives us signal favors. He sends us books to read and people to counsel us like holy priests and religious. The hours of our life pass before us and we continue lumbering down the same road that we have trodden for years and years. When He speaks, we don’t hear Him. When He demands some small sacrifice from us, we ignore Him and pretend that He doesn’t exist.

No matter where we are in life, we should take a time out during the season of Septuagesima to think and pray. It doesn’t matter where we do this. It can be done on the morning bus ride to work, in the car, or while doing the dishes. But we must do it.

And what is this “it”? We should look at our spiritual lives and examine them. Is there something that needs fixing? Someone whom we have not forgiven? An offense for which God would not forgive us? We turn these things over in our mind, we think about them, and then we make an Act of Contrition and beg God’s mercy. Not only this, but we should also go to Confession.

Once we have done this, we should make a program for Lent. Not only of the sacrifices that we will make, but also of the special practices that we will take up this season. Perhaps, we can pray an extra Rosary, visit a cemetery and pray for those who have no one to pray for them, add an Hour from the Divine Office, attend daily Mass, or make more visits to the Blessed Sacrament. Whatever it is that you do this Lent, think about it now and then Lent will not catch you unaware when it comes.

Our Lord calls us every day to holiness. Take this season of Septuagesima and listen to His voice.

Our Lady of the Angels, pray for us!

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Sr. Mary Francisca, CMRI: A Tribute

February 1, 2010 · 2 Comments

Several days ago, I heard from a good friend of mine that one of my favorite Sisters had departed this life. This news came to me as a great shock since Sister had always been in excellent health and in the prime of her life, humanly speaking. However, God’s ways are not ours and He called Sr. Mary Francisca to himself on January 28, 2010, while she was visiting her family in Florida. Her funeral will be on February 4, 2010, at Mt. St. Michael in Spokane, Washington. The Funeral Mass is scheduled for 10 AM that day.

Having said all of this, I would like to say some things about Sister from my own personal recollections and what I have heard from others.

I first met Sr. Francisca on the day when I was given an academic entrance exam. I clearly remember her gentleness and kindness as she gave me the test. I still remember how encouraging she was. Never in my life had I met such a generous and selfless person with the exception of my own parents and grandparents.

That was the way it always was with Sister. No matter what she was doing or where she was going, she was always willing to stop and listen to you. No matter how great or small the problem, she would always lend a willing ear. One could see in her eyes that her concern was genuine and that when she looked at somebody, she did not merely see another human being. She saw Christ in that soul and she treated people as if they were Christ standing right in front of her with dignity, honor, and love.

I remember that Sister was always smiling. No matter what she was doing, she had a smile on her face. She always seemed so happy. It was her joy that made me wonder if I had a vocation to the religious life and it was that joy that I continue to carry with me.

More than anything else, Sister knew how to counsel people. In high school, I was mercilessly bullied by some of my fellow students. I needed someone to talk to about what I was going through. Someone who would understand my pain. One of the Sisters recommended that I go see Sr. Francisca.

I did as I was told and almost every Monday, I would go to her office so that we could talk. Her office, at that time, was located at the far end of hall that was used for the elementary school. It was a cramped little room containing nothing more than a desk, a table, some chairs, and piles of books on medicine and counseling as well as spirituality. There were also statues of Our Blessed Mother and various saints as well as holy pictures. If I remember correctly, her office also smelled. Of what, I don’t know, but the smell has always remained with me.

Sitting there for half an hour a week, I would pour out my soul to her and explain what I was going through. She would sit across from me and gently direct me. She told me various stories about saints. She gave me books to read about St. Dominic and St. John Bosco. More than anything, however, she always gave me the encouragement that I need to get through the day or the week at hand. That how Sister was. She always put others in front of her own needs.

Another thing that I remember clearly about Sister was her face. She had a face that was extremely expressive. One look at it would tell you what she felt. Even if you didn’t say anything, you knew and the tone of your conversation would be determine by that. I saw her tired numerous times, but I never saw Sister angry. She was always calm and at peace with everything and everybody. It was a peace that she radiated wherever she went.

Sister was truly one of a kind. With a hearty Texas accent and a big, infectious smile, there were very few who were not friends with her. There is a saying that she knew half of Spokane. Considering what I’ve written about her above, I believe that.

I also believe that after her death, she continues to look out for those she loved so much and for whom she cared for. I know this because the night immediately after her death, I asked her to intercede on my behalf for an important intention. The next afternoon, my plea to God was answered.

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May she rest in peace. Amen!

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Work

January 20, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Ecce Homo

I received a telephone call concerning a job that I had applied for recently. The lady on the other end wanted me to start immediately and the job description didn’t sound that appealing to me. I turned it over in my mind several time weighing the pros and the cons.  Then I decided to just bite the bullet and do it.

One of the things that I’ve realized during the course of my job search is that the end product of our searching may not always be what we want. The truth of the matter is that it is almost never what we would like to have. Most people who graduate with Master’s degrees don’t always work in the field that they have chosen and, as I have pointed to out to numerous friends over the years, a degree does not guarantee anything. It is merely a piece of paper that shows that someone has fulfilled the requirements necessary for that degree.

In life, we sometimes recoil when we don’t get what we want. God does not always give us carrots. He sometimes gives us onions and brussel sprouts. We don’t like them, but we have to eat them anyway. That’s the way it always works. We have to swallow our pride to become more conformable to Him and to His will.

Yet it is so difficult for us to do this. It is so difficult to put away the old man and become a new one. It is a struggle to overcome our concupiscences and all of those other feelings of revulsion. Yes, there are moments when we are so tired that we just want to stop. Our feet become so numb and calloused that we want to sit down for just one moment so that we can think about the next step

There is an old saying that I heard many years ago from a sister at my high school, “Our Lord did not please Himself.” How true that is! Our Lord did not rest for one day during His earthly life except on Holy Saturday and even then He was in hell working. He did not stop as He carried the Cross to Golgotha although His entire body was in such wrenching pain that He could have died along the way. No, He continued walking and walking. He endured it all for us and who are we then to say, “Lord, I’m not taking this job. I don’t want it. I want something else.”

We are small and capricious children compared to Him. Yet we must learn to become more and more docile. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross wrote that acceptance is one of the most difficult stages of grief and yet it is the most important. Once we come to accept a situation as fact, we can start to deal with it slowly. It is the same way in the spiritual life.

Our spiritual life does not begin when we accept Our Lord into our hearts. Oh no, it doesn’t work that way. It begins when we accept ourselves for who we and God for who He is. We bow down before Him and we make an act of self-confidence. We tell Him that we are willing to accept whatever crosses He will give us and that we will do all that we can for Him. In this way, we are fulfilling His will and we are given the strength to do all things in Him.

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Consolations

January 19, 2010 · Leave a Comment

St. Teresa of Avila

Earlier today, I went out and rode my bicycle around my neighborhood. In the northwestern parts of the country, January is usually the time of year when we are under a blanket of snow and the temperatures outside are freezing. This year, however, we have been blessed with gentle rains and rather temperate, spring-like temperatures. It is good to be out in the sun and enjoying one’s time.

For the last year or so, I have been riding my bicycle around town whenever I have an opportunity. I find that it is an enjoyable way to exercise. One sees the neighborhood in slow motion and meets one’s neighbors in a way that one cannot when riding a bicycle. There are also other things that happen on a bicycle. For instance, one can smell the smoke coming out of a chimney or the sound of a child crying. In a car, we are sound proof in the sense that we do not hear what is going on around us.  Instead, we are focused on our own little world in which we live.

A few months ago, I went on a 34 mile ride around town. It was a glorious autumn day and I was out of the house for something like four hours. Almost the entire ride was spent in a state of ecstasy. Not in the religious sense, of course, but in amazement at what my body could do. I had never anticipated that I would be able to ride so far in a couple of hours or that my “weak” legs would be able to support me. But there it was, I made one of the longest trips on a bicycle and was intensely proud of myself.

I think that there are moments in the spiritual life when we are enthralled by God. Around this time last year, I was sitting on a bench and waiting for the bus to come. The sunset was one of the most glorious that I had seen in a while. But what made that particular moment even more special was the way everything was integrated into one. The psalms in the breviary were talking about the importance of brotherhood and how wonderful it is for us to go to the house of the Lord.

For an instant, I felt a sort of union that I cannot described. I felt so happy interiorly that I wanted to burst out of my own skin. As wonderful as that experience was, it faded in the next moment. Yet I have continued to treasure it because God clearly showed me the synchronicity of his works and how all things can work together for our salvation.

In our daily life, we often don’t get glimpses like the one that I have described. But what we do receive are insights into the journey. Just like the man who is climbing a high mountain, there are moments during the ascent when he looks back on the landscape around him. He sees far below him the verdant valley where he was only hours before and, towering high above him, the majestic peak that he is yet to reach.

We receive these insights as well. Sometimes, it is a peace that fills us during prayer or a moment when things come together. The spiritual writers call these little insights “consolations” because God uses them to comfort us on our long journey.

St. Teresa of Avila writes in one of her books that the more she prayed and practiced her Rule, the more consolations she received. It is this way also for us. The more we pray and sacrifice, the more we will be given by God to use for our salvation.  The higher we rise, the more graces and merits we will acquire.

Yet God does not give us these insights and consolations every single day. Sometimes, they come every couple of months or years. We do not really know the time, but when they do come we feel that we are there on the seventeenth and final mile of our bike ride thrilled, exhausted, and refreshed at the same time.

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Daily Meditation: Peace and Unity in the Church

January 18, 2010 · Leave a Comment

St. Cyril of Alexandria

[Editor's Introduction: Today marks the beginning of the Chair of Unity Octave (January 18-25) during which we pray for the conversion of non-Catholics to the Catholic faith. It was begun in the early 20th century by Fr. Paul of Graymoor (founder of the Franciscan Friars of the Atonement) and Mother Lurana Wood.

Coincidentally, today is the feast of St. Cyril of Alexandria in the Eastern Churches. He was one of the greatest doctors of the Church during latter fourth century. He is renowned today for his writing on Christology.]

With justice, therefore, do we say that the final temple, the Church, will be more glorious. To those who are so solicitous for the Church and labor for its construction, Haggai declares that a gift will be made, a gift from heaven given by the Saviour. That gift is Christ himself, the peace of all men; through him we have access in the one Spirit to the Father. The prophet goes on to say: I will give peace to this place and peace of soul to save all who lay the foundation to rebuild the temple. Christ too says somewhere: My peace I give you. Paul will teach how profitable this is for those who love: The peace of Christ, he says, which surpasses all understanding will keep your minds and hearts. Isaiah, the seer, made the same prayer: O Lord our God, give us peace, for you have given us everything. Once a man has been found worthy of Christ’s peace, he can easily save his soul and guide his mind to carry out exactingly the demands of virtue.

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The Joys of Creation

January 17, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Many of us have hobbies that we enjoy. Some of us are amateur bakers or candlestick makers. There are others who spend their summer weekends on their knees in the garden tending to roses, acacias, and daisies. There are still those who are musicians and love to spend the evenings jamming with a couple of close friends in a basement or coffee shop down the road. All of us have hobbies from the esoteric and celebral to others which engage us in the creative process.

If I was asked what my main hobby is, I would say writing. I have written and told stories for most of my life. When I received my first word processor back in the fourth grade, I spent most of my time sitting in front of the screen and doing all kinds of writing. I would make up programs for recitals or concerts, short stories, CD reviews, you name it. If I had a keyboard in front of me, I used it to write about whatever was on my mind.

One of the reasons why I love writing so much is because it is a medium in which we can share our deepest thoughts and ideas with others. While there can be something intimidating about a printed text, there is also a certain intimacy that can’t be achieved on the telephone. As I have written elsewhere, writing anonymously on the internet allows us to share our thoughts without recrimination from others because they do not know who we are.

Of course, I don’t just write a blog. This blog is one of many things that I work on throughout the day. Over the course of the last year, for example, I have completed two novels and a screenplay. I don’t think that any of these works will be published at any point in the future, but I see them as exercises that could lead to great achievements later on. All of us have to start somewhere and these little works that I have recently completed are stepping stones to something greater.

I think that one of the main reasons why I write fiction is because I have pronounced need to escape from my own self. While it is certainly nice to reflect and examine one’s life, there is also a need within each of us to escape outside ourselves. As a writer, I can create characters that are very different from me and who are nothing like me. For example, the main character in one of my novels was a busty blonde Wasp from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. This just goes to show you that I, too, need to get out of my own skin sometimes.

Yet there is also something else to writing that attracts me. The act of sitting down in front of a computer screen and creating something out of thin air is one of the greatest joys in my life. I love sitting there and thinking about the characters, settings, and plots of my stories. In my mind, I play with the characters, place them in different situations, and watch them interact. It’s like Second Life in a way except that it’s much less fraught with danger and loneliness. It is a world into which I can escape on my own.

My own writing, however, is also a way to praise God. My stories may not have Catholic overtones, but they do have Catholic themes. Some of them are about the relationships between children and families, how do you help someone in need, and what do you do when the trumpets call. All of these themes are addressed in my writings and you can find many of them in the Bible as well.

Indeed, there have been many great Catholic writers over the centuries that are worthy of admiration. I think of Georges Bernanos’ “Diary of a Country Priest” and Flannery O’Connor’s short stories as excellent examples of Catholic fiction. Books that are imbued with the faith and that can teach moral lessons. Indeed, I hope that my writings meager and humble as they are can add to that canon and enrich the world.

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Chastisement

January 16, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Our Lady of La Salette

Last night, I had a lengthy conversation with a good friend. At one point, she asked me what the earthquake in Haiti meant and whether the whole 2012 thing was for real. I told her that I did not believe that 2012 would be the end of the world. It would be superstitious for me to believe such a thing.

As for the earthquake, I told her about something Our Lady of La Salette had told the children in 1848. For those of you that are not familiar with this particular apparition, Our Lady appeared once to two shepherd children named Melanie and Maximin. She came to ask the children for amendment of life and added this stern warning:

“If my people will not obey, I shall be compelled to loose my Son’s arm. It is so heavy, so pressing that I can no longer restrain it. How long have I suffered for you! If my Son is not cast you off, I am obliged to entreat Him without ceasing.  But you take no notice of that. No matter how well you pray in the future, no matter how well you act, you will never be able to make up to me what I have endured for you sake.”

The words of Our Lady of La Salette still ring in our ears today. Our Blessed Mother came with tears and entreated that people amend their lives for the better. All of those years since 1848, things have not improved. Rather, we have grown colder in the faith. New scandals, new sins, new wars have come over the earth. Back then, it was still possible to lead a Catholic life. Sometimes, one wonders whether it is possible to do the same today.

Our Lady of Fatima warned the three children that there would be great chastisements visited on the world if people did not amend their lives. While some may think that I am being cruel or sadistic for saying this, the earthquake in Haiti is a chastisement from Heaven. It is a warning to us that we cannot possibly continue going the direction that we’re going. We must change our lives and our ways of thinking before it is too late. If not, then Our Blessed Mother will let Our Lord’s hand fall on the earth.

Yet we must also know that God allows suffering because He is just. God is very forbearing and He can deal with all kinds of things that we throw at Him. But He also knows that there are times when it is much more prudent to punish a child rather than let him or her get away with bloody murder. It happens all of the time.

In the Bible, God sent the prophets to warn the Israelites of the coming chastisement and what did they do?  They continued doing what they had always done. When the Babylonians came, it was too late to save Jerusalem and the Temple. The deeds had already been done and God’s anger was upon His people.

Lest we anger God, we must begin to amend our lives today. We must beg His forgiveness for our sins and realize that nothing in this world is senseless or without cause. If we change our own lives, then we will change the world. If God so wills, our coming chastisements will be shortened and we will not live to see them.

Our Lady of La Salette, pray for us!

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Patience

January 14, 2010 · Leave a Comment

I am not terribly good at being patient. I don’t like to wait. This goes for a lot of things including the bus, lines at the unemployment office, you name it. If it takes a long time to do, then I’m probably going to be one of those people that walks out of the place after 15 minutes. I don’t have to waste my time and why should I?

However, I am also patient in other contexts. For instance, I’m very tolerant of other bloggers who give dissenting views on all kinds of issues. I tolerate them because I’m interested in what they have to say even if they are lying or speaking things that I know not to be true. No matter how mistaken these writers are, I feel that they have a right to be read by the rest of the world. Just because they are writing something that I don’t necessarily agree with does not mean that they should be run out of town.

However, there are those bloggers for whom my patience wears awfully thin. There is one particular place on the internet that gets me in a knot much faster than most of the other ones I read. The contents are usually excellent, but the author manages to skew in her own opinions into them. She has an axe to grind with almost every single Orthodox bishop and jurisdiction in existence. If she doesn’t like them, well, then she writes about them and writes about them. Not only this, but she goes after almost everybody that says anything which dissents from what she believes to be right.

I followed this blogger for quite sometime. I read her posts for a while, but I finally lost my temper today over something she wrote. She came down really hard on an Anglican bishop and accused various persons at an Orthodox seminary in the United States of pandering to the Archbishop of Canterbury in the name of diplomacy. I’m sorry, but nobody is pandering to anybody. Awards are given at academic institutions for all kinds of reasons. Perhaps, this person actually did something good for Anglican/Orthodox dialogue. Not that I would know, but still… Why the vitriol? Why the accusations?

My gut reaction when I read her commentary was to write her an extremely angry letter and tell her to her screen exactly what I thought of the way she wrote. However, I found that it was pointless for me to do that. I would only be feeding the beast and then I would have to deal with the consequences. I decided to just let the thing slide and never visit that blog again no matter how great the temptation may be. Out of sight, out of mind.

I think, too, that sometimes God tests our patience to show us our own failings. I know that reading that blog entry today brought out all kinds of things that I had forgotten about: my short temper, my inability to see things from another’s perspective, my vengefulness. The Bible says that the righteous man stumbles seven times a day. I probably stumble seventy times a day. But the thing of it is that I learned my lesson. If anything, I learned a great deal about self-knowledge and how important that is. Knowing what I know now, I probably won’t visit that site again.

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