Mary van Balen

PHOTO: Mary van Balen
This snowy winter day found me walking the streets of Charleroi, Pennsylvania. Actually, I was doing more slipping and sliding than walking. Anyone could tell by my gingerly pace and occasional grasp at a parking meter for balance that I am basically a flatlander who, while used to messy slush, had little experience with walking through it up and down hills.

I passed lots of empty storefronts and buildings for rent. I was looking for a place to stop for a hot cup of tea and maybe a sandwich. A look to the left revealed the golden arches; a look across the street showed a cheerful plump statue of a chef holding an “authentic GYROS” sign standing by the entrance to Paolos Pizza and Pastaria. As if to add balance, a blue scarfed snowman waved from the other side of the front doors, and pointed to a sign advertising a Sunday Pasta Brunch.

Avoiding puddles of dirty slush, I made my way to Paolos, local always my choice over chains. Read More 

PHOTO:Bernard Gragnon Statue of Saint Paul,Damascus




Jesus said to his disciples, ‘Go out to the whole world; proclaim the Good News to all creation.
Mark 16,15





Today is the feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul. You may remember that, while on his way to Damascus to round up more Christians to take back to Jerusalem for punishment, Paul was knocked off his horse by a blinding light and confronted by the risen Lord: Why do you persecute me? The event and its aftermath changed Paul forever.

I have a friend who said he would like to have a "knocked off my horse" experience, something that would help him know with surety what direction to go in his life. Wouldn't we all? With all due respect to Saint Paul, making a drastic life change would be easier to do if Jesus Christ flooded me with light and we had a heart to heart about what he wanted me to do. Of course, Paul needed courage and faith to follow his road which was fraught with conflict, persecution as well as success. His conversion and mission eventually led to his death.

Most of us do not have a "knocked off my horse" moment, but rather discern God's presence and direction in our lives bit by bit. Here our path is similar to Paul's.
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Death was not God’s doing, he takes no pleasure in the extinction of the living. To be – for this he created all; the world’s created things have health in them, in them no fatal poison can be found, and Hades holds no power on earth; for virtue is undying. Wisdom 1:13-15

Taken from today's afternoon reading (None)

Yesterday, I shoveled the driveway twice. After working from one end to the other, I looked toward the garage where I had started and saw already another inch had accumulated there. Snow stopped sometime during the night and this morning the white stuff is sparkling under bright sunlight. Even the streets are white, an indication of temperatures too cold for salt to do its work.

Perhaps this verse from Wisdom was more striking being read in the midst of winter. The words made me think of lush spring and early summer when blooms stand atop thick green stems that snap and ooze sappy juice if they are broken. Creation is "juicy" with what sustains it flowing through xylem and phloem, arteries and veins.

And spirit. Or soul. Or whatever we name that which holds the Divine spark that animates us and feeds our deepest selves. Read More 

SCULPTURE: Lament by Connie Butler

While I was hanging up pajamas at the store, the television above the entrance to the fitting rooms was tuned to CNN. Anchors spouted various polling percentages of disapproval of Obama's healthcare reform. When I returned to pull robes off the rack, the talk was about who the reform was helping and how repeal would contribute to the deficit.

"We are the only nation in the West that doesn't have healthcare for its citizens," a co-worker lamented. "I just don't GET these people.!"

My heart sank.

Breaking news later: a shooting in a LA high school; an earthquake in Pakistan.

Local news: a naked man, scratched and bleeding, had approached a home and begged the residents to let him in. Understandably, they were hesitant and called police. When they arrived, they could find no trace of the man. He was later found dead. Pictures of a tattoo were to be broadcast later in the hopes that someone would be able to identify him.

I ate dinner out this evening and read an alternative paper as I enjoyed Lebanese cuisine. The new governor, inheriting a financial crisis (as so many are), wants to cut services and benefits. No new taxes. I sighed. Working with poverty programs for years, I know some of those who will suffer most. Teaching for more years, I know that cutting frenzy reaches classrooms, too. How can we keep deluding ourselves that we can run a city, state, or country, without increased revenue?
Somewhere I read that Illinois governor is considering new taxes. The rest of the governors are "still in denial."

My heart fell lower still. Read More 

I guess this falls under "I wish I had written that." This morning while perusing the New York Times, I came across an op-ed written by David Brooks titled "Tree of Failure." He lauds President Obama's memorial speech and his call for a return to civility but points out the "Tree of Civility" has roots in recognition of our failures, sin, and weaknesses.

At the risk of cliche I will say that "It takes a village." Everything we do well involves others in one way or another. Despite rampant individualism, the truth is, no one gets to heaven on their own. Salvation is not a "personal" accomplishment. We get there together or we don't get there at all. As Grace would have it, the God who is calling us to Oneness has promised the success of the journey, but it won't be one by one.

Similarly, a climate of civility will not return to this country by isolated efforts or by people, convinced of the truth of their views, working to win over the rest of us. Read More 

PHOTO: J. Scott Applewhite/AP

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day.
Psalm 46 (from President Obama's speech)

President Obama delivered a powerful speech in Tuscon yesterday as he remembered those killed and wounded in Saturday's shooting rampage and called Americans to respond to the tragedy in a way that would honor the victims. His words were eloquent and heartfelt. He spoke with the humility he recommended to all Americans.

After remembering each victim and recognizing those who assisted at the shooting scene and the medical staff who ministered to the wounded, Mr. Obama turned to inward reflection as well as the need to move forward. Read More 

PHOTO: Mary van Balen
"Getting ready for the snow storm?" I asked as I handed the customer her bag of Cuddle Duds long johns.

"Yes, and I'm going home and making a big pot of chili for dinner."

"I'll be over," I joked. She laughed as she walked away, but I couldn't get a big pot of chili out of my mind. Actually, it sounded so good I decided right then that I was going to stop at the grocery after work, buy the ingredients, and make myself a big pot of chili.

Funny how something as simple as that can lift one's spirits. Read More 

IMAGE: The Baptism of Jesus by He Qi

As soon as Jesus was baptised he came up from the water, and suddenly the heavens opened and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and coming down on him. And a voice spoke from heaven, ‘This is my Son, the Beloved; my favour rests on him.’ Mt 3, 16-17

In his book, "The Baptism of Jesus in the Jordan," Kilian McDonnell OSB calls Jesus' baptism a boundary event. It was a "...bridge-burning event - the boundary cannot be recrossed- representing a radically new orientation in the life of Jesus." p4-5.

In the gospels, Jesus came to the Jordan an unknown, or as McDonnell says, "an anonymous face in the crowd." After the baptism, he is singled out as "the one who is to come," "My beloved Son," "the servant of Yahweh." Some scholars hold that his baptism was the moment when Jesus came to understand who he was. Others say he came to his baptism already knowing his identity and mission.

Either way, the direction of his life changed from that moment. No longer a carpenter from Nazareth, he was a prophet, teacher, healer, preacher. His path was set before the water dripping from his body had dried.

As I pondered this feast and Jesus' message of repentance with forgiveness already manifest in his being, I considered my own life. What have been my boundary events?  Read More 

PHOTO: Mary van Balen

"Have a good evening," Kim said as I left work last night.

"I will. I'm going to a Christmas dinner with some friends."

"CHRISTMAS? Girlfriend, Christmas is over. We are getting ready for Valentine's Day!" she said, smiling.

"When I was growing up, the tree went up on Christmas Eve and came down after the Epiphany. That's January 6th. I like to savor the holiday."

Savoring it I am. A kindred spirit, Ann still had decorations up. The living room was glowing with a Christmas tree; candles and poinsettias brightened the room where we gathered, but the most delightful adornment was the people around the table sharing good food, conversation, and coffee. As Emerson said, "The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it." Read More 

IMAGE: Theotokos "Eleusa-Kiska" by Simon Ushakov 1668

The shepherds hurried away to Bethlehem and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in the manger. When they saw the child they repeated what they had been told about him, and everyone who heard it was astonished at what the shepherds had to say. As for Mary, she treasured all these things and pondered them in her heart. And the shepherds went back glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen; it was exactly as they had been told. Lk 2, 16-20

On this feast of Mary, Mother of God, I imagine Mary pondering not only the birth of Jesus and what immediately followed, but also the countless mysteries of her life. This icon conveys closeness and warmth between Mary and her son. Both appear to look beyond what is immediately visible to some deeper reality. Perhaps what they see is Love, God's desire for intimacy with us. The ability to perceive such grace comes from their relationship. Read More