Monthly Archives: April 2008

Through the Black Wall

A really thoughtful post by eBeth reflecting on her 18 years since being diagnosed with cancer. This riff really jumped out at me:

Cancer brings you face to face with mortality in a way that is startlingly real. For me, it brought an unquenchable thirst to know God, and then, a longing to love and to serve Him. And it was the Church from whom I drank deeply. I am still caught by surprise when I encounter lifetime Catholics who have never thought to read the Catechism, who don’t know what the Magesterium is, who haven’t read a single thing written by John Paul II, or still haven’t taken the time to get to Benedict XVI. Don’t they care? Don’t they know the treasure they have been given? Don’t they want to know why we live and why we die?God himself gave us this Church to shelter us and to teach us and to heal us. Time is short–even if you’re perfectly healthy. God calls you to Him with urgency.

My own trials were very different in nature, to a large extent self-induced, and perhaps a post for another day.

Yet for me the answer has been much the same … drinking deeply from the well of living water (think of the Samaritan woman at the well).

The Easter Alleluia

For the last couple of weeks or so the first reading (in the Office of the Readings from the Liturgy of the Hours) have been an intense tour through Revelations.

What an awesome treat.

With that as a background, yesterday’s second reading is known as The Easter Alleluia, and it is from a discourse on the psalms by St. Augustine of Hippo. I think I’ll just share it in its entirety, & let St. Augustine speak directly to your heart.


The Easter Alleluia
Saint_Augustine_of_Hippo_Early_Church_Father_Doctor_of_the_Church.jpg Our thoughts in this present life should turn on the praise of God, because it is in praising God that we shall rejoice for ever in the life to come; and no one can be ready for the next life unless he trains himself for it now. So we praise God during our earthly life, and at the same time we make our petitions to him. Our praise is expressed with joy, our petitions with yearning. We have been promised something we do not yet possess, and because the promise was made by one who keeps his word, we trust him and are glad; but insofar as possession is delayed, we can only long and yearn for it. It is good for us to persevere in longing until we receive what was promised, and yearning is over; then praise alone will remain.

Because there are these two periods of time–the one that now is, beset with the trials and troubles of this life, and the other yet to come, a life of everlasting serenity and joy–we are given two liturgical seasons, one before Easter and the other after.The season before Easter signifies the troubles in which we live here and now, while the time after Easter which we are celebrating at present signifies the happiness that will be ours in the future. What we commemorate before Easter is what we experience in this life; what we celebrate after Easter points to something we do not yet possess. This is why we keep the first season with fasting and prayer; but now the fast is over and we devote the present season to praise. Such is the meaning of the Alleluia we sing.

Both these periods are represented and demonstrated for us in Christ our head. The Lord’s passion depicts for us our present life of trial–shows how we must suffer and be afflicted and finally die. The Lord’s resurrection and glorification show us the life that will be given to us in the future.

Now therefore, brethren, we urge you to praise God. That is what we are all telling each other when we say Alleluia. You say to your neighbor, “Praise the Lord!” and he says the same to you. We are all urging one another to praise the Lord, and all thereby doing what eac h of us urges the others to do. But see that your praise comes from your whole being; in other words, see that you praise God not with your lips and voices alone, but with your minds, your lives and all your actions.

We are praise God now, assembled as we are in church; but when we go our various ways again, it seems as if we cease to praise God. But provided we do not cease to live a good life, we shall always be praising God. You cease to praise God only when you swerve from justice and from what is pleasing to God. If you never turn aside from the good life, your tongue may be silent but your actions will cry aloud, and God will perceive yoru intentions; for as our ears hear each other’s voies, so do God’s ears hear our thoughts.

- St. Augustine of Hippo

Btw, in thanksgiving for spring I’ve posted a new blog header, a recent photo of flowers blooming in our yard.

Thanks Dad!

Raul Lozano 10-79.jpgRaul Jorge Lozano was born 72 years ago today to Raul and Francesca Lozano in Laredo, TX. The oldest of four children, he worked hard through high school, married my Mom, Mary Lozano during undergrad school, and with everybody straining together somehow both he and Mom figured out how to get through their bachelor’s degrees at the University of Texas, Austin.

Hardships were a way of life, but somehow they survived the death of their second child, David, while nearly alone a million miles from home.

Well not quite a million miles physically, but at least that far culturally. Used to family and the small town of Laredo, they were tossed into the cold isolation of the roiling masses in LA … East LA (Huntington Park, a tough part of the metro area even then) to be exact.

Isolated from all, and still only in their early to mid 20s they had a baby die … imagine what that was like, if you can. I cannot.

By the grace of God they took a temporary job (only to be six months) at McDonnell Aircraft in St. Louis, and well you know how that goes … six months turned into the rest of his life.

St. Louis turned out to be a perfect match for the young couple with a growing family. Two more children were added to the two that survived LA, followed by one lost in miscarriage.

We all made friends, Dad’s work was great and running in front of the industry, and the years went by very, very fast.

Next thing you know I (the oldest) was leaving for college, with all sorts of unresolved conflicts and anxieties. I respected my Dad, but if you pressed me I probably couldn’t really tell you why.

He died only four years later, at the relatively young age of 43. One kid married and in graduate school, one grandchild and one on the way, one kid each in undergrad, high school, and junior high.

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I’m sure that as he heard God’s call Dad would rather have stayed and finished raising us, yet the One who created time itself knew what was best for everyone.

Definitely not easiest, but best.

Raul Lozano and Maria Lozano 300.jpgSome Reasons Why
More than 28 years have passed since Dad went home, and I think I can begin to name out some of the reasons why I intuitively knew that I respected him on that day, just about 33 years ago now, that day when I left to “find my life”.

I have since struggled to live out my own vocation as husband and father, falling often, yet being overwhelmed by the mercy and grace of God in measures inexpressible.

Carol and I now have 8 biological kids of our own, 4 more by marriage (well one is almost, but that’s close enough!), 3 grandkids that we’ve lost through miscarriage, 3 more that we can hold today, and two more on the way later this year.

So it is from that perspective, that humbling place of gratitude for grace and joy undeserved, that I offer these reflections on why I respected my Dad, and why I still respect my Dad today:

Faith. My Dad lived his faith. While he wasn’t necessarily the most vocal, we all knew that we were Catholic, and that Dad really believed what the Church taught. Yes, we got to Mass every Sunday, until I was old enough to lie about going myself and dug my own hole. And when I had a big conversion experience my first year of college, I knew that he was very, very relieved. That Mom & Dad held on to their faith through the turmoil of those early post-Vatican II days is remarkable, something for which all of us are very grateful.

Family. Family really mattered to Dad. Sometimes it mattered enough to him that in a very Hispanic way he would want to shred us (particularly the teenage boys in the midst of doing something that sure seemed to make sense at the time), but as I got older I understood better that this went far deeper in him. Dad was willing to risk being ostracized for not being “hip”, for not going along with the decaying social / sexual norms of his peers, the so-called “sexual revolution” of the 1960s and 70s. While the toll in broken lives, devastated families, and increasing despair for those who dive down that path is increasingly obvious to us today, at the time people just thought it was something new and cool. Thanks for going against the grain big time on this one, Dad.

Driven. Dad was driven to do the best with what he was given – talents, circumstances, everything – and wasn’t too patient with reasons why he should wish for something more, with people who suggested that he had been shortchanged in any way.

Priorities. As his career prospered and money got a bit easier, many of my parent’s friends moved out to more upscale parts of St. Louis. Mom & Dad stayed in a solidly middle-class, mixed blue-collar / white-collar part of town for the explicit reason that being in this neighborhood would make it a little easier for us to stay balanced, to avoid the trap of endlessly chasing this world’s worthless “treasures”.

Open. As hard-headed as he could be, the last conversation I had with Dad was just two weeks before he unexpectedly died. As he prepared to take my pregnant wife and baby with me to the airport for our return to grad school (after an awesome two week Christmas break, which they had paid for), he told me about some of the regrets that he had from his life, from decisions that he made and the consequences derived. Dad also told me that he was proud of what we’d done in the few years since our head-butting conflicts that are so common in teenage years, and I KNEW that he loved us.

DAD WAS NOT A SAINT
Lest you think I’m doing an ad-hoc canonization, I’m not … we all know that Raul Jorge Lozano was not without faults, that like all of us he could (and did) mess some things up. Sometimes big time.

I also do not know whether he was active in the Sacrament of Reconciliation before his death, though it is my deepest desire that he finds mercy in the arms of Our Lord.

Grief and the Flow of Time
When Dad died we all experienced that well known ache of grief, perhaps compounded by the unexpected, to us untimely nature of his passing. That unanswerable pain seemed to come from everywhere we looked, from reservoirs hidden yet painfully real.

Yet as these things go, with time the immediacy of the pain subsided, gradually leaving a holy residue, an echo of times past and a hint of times to come, a lingering call of heaven on the wind, a reminder that we are moving on our own path towards the One who loved us into existence. We still miss you, Dad, and we wait hopefully for the day when through His grace we may meet again.

redwhit6.jpgOur Birthday Present for You, Dad
So on this, what would have marked the 72 year of my Dad’s sojourn in this ephemeral life, please join me in giving my Dad the best birthday present that we can give him: pray that he find the mercy that we all so earnestly hope for, the mercy that answers all of our doubts, the mercy that comforts all of our sorrows, the mercy that forgives all of our sins, the mercy that is our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ himself.

Pray as best you know how. If you are actively Catholic, please pray a Chaplet of Divine Mercy. Heck, even if you aren’t go ahead and offer that beautiful prayer!

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Love,

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Roy Schoeman – Salvation is from the Jews

The second talk of the morning explored the role of the Chosen People in salvation history … particularly appropriate considering that Passover began at sundown, only a few hours later.

salvation_from_jews.gifSo what are the Jews, and what is their role?

At the fall it became necessary for God to incarnate at some point in the future to overwhelm the fall.

God chose the Jews out of all of the peoples of the earth to host the Incarnation, this required a certain separation to be groomed, to understand that there is a singular God, to be given enough theological knowledge and moral training so that all could be ready.

This required the people to be kept separate, so that they could yearn for the coming of the Messiah.

Why did God choose the Jews? Well he had to choose somebody … and he generally chooses the weakest and most unworthy, so that all could know that the gift comes from God, and not the people.

Ezekiel 16: … God compares Israel to an unwanted infant whom he rescues.

Abraham, Isaac Prefigure the Father & Jesus
Also think of the story of Abraham and Isaac, all that came because of Abraham’s obedience to God, his faith.

The mountain that Abraham climbed to sacrifice his only son, which at the time was called Moriah, two thousand years later was known as Mt. Calvary, in which God fulfilled that original sacrifice by providing his only son for the sacrifice.

Compare those two events … the first was a type in many dimensions of our redemption.

The Jews & Jesus
What about the failure of some Jews to recognize Christ?

One the one hand we know that Jesus wanted nothing more than for his fellow Jews to know his salvation. We know that many, many Jews did in fact accept Jesus as the Messiah.

On the other hand, there was a certain mystery to this blindness. Check out Romans 11 … God gave them a spirit of stupor until the full number of the Gentiles could come in, and then they would be saved.

What about this “full number of the Gentiles”?

Luke 21:24

CCC 674 The glorious Messiah’s coming is suspended at every moment of history until his recognition by “all Israel,” for “a hardening has come upon part of Israel” in their “unbelief” toward Jesus

Do the Jews Still Have a Role?
Take a look at the last 2000 years of history.

  1. The continued existence of the Jews
  2. The continual animosity aimed at the Jews by so much of the world
  3. They have a relatively high profile in secular affairs

What can we learn from this period of time, between the first and second comings?

Three streams came together to form the Holocaust.

  1. Occultism. Hitler was personally consecrated to Satan. The Legend of Thule was the origin of the Arayan notion. The head of the Thule Society in Germany at the time testified to having initiated Hitler, which resulted in his opening to demons etc. Occultism permeated Nazism, including the SS. They spent a large percentage of their resources on occult research.
  2. Eugenics. Within 4 months of becoming chancellor Hitler set up a commission to begin a program of eugenics. Selective abortion, infanticide, sterilization, and more. This is tied very deeply to the foundation of Planned Parenthood, via Margaret Sanger. Eg, Sanger drew up plans for concentration camps and recommended them in her official journal, the Birth Control Review.
  3. Sexual Depravity. Nazism was steeped in sexual depravity throughout … but I’m not going to detail the examples here (they’re in the book and elsewhere).

These three forces came straight from the pit of Hell and fueled Nazism.

Why would Satan be so intent on exterminating the Jews if they no longer had a role in salvation history? Roy contends that Satan knows his scripture, and that the second coming is preceded by the conversion of the Jews, so the holocaust was a shot in that direction.

While not totally exterminating the Jews, the Holocaust has slowed down their conversion.

The Role of the Arabs & Nazism
There was a tremendous interplay with Nazism and Islam in the Arab world during WWII. For example, the founder of the Syrian Baath party (remember Sadam Hussein?) openly acknowledged their admiration of Hitler and the Nazis. There’s much more on this topic, but I’ll save it for later.

Wrapping Up
Go back to Paul and Romans 11 … this stumble by the chosen people opened up salvation for the Gentiles. Paul’s central image (grafting on of natural and wild olive branches onto the natural tree) in Romans 11 is a great one for this interplay of the Chosen People and Gentiles in salvation history.

The Christian Jews were finally thrown out of the Jewish community in about AD 130, after a false Messiah (Simon bar Kohkba) led a revolt against Rome. The Christian Jews refused to follow this false Messiah, and so were thrown out of the Jewish communities.

………

On a personal note, I was really taken by this whole topic and most definitely plan on reading Schoeman’s Salvation is from the Jews as soon as possible!

Roy Schoeman – Honey from the Rock

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Roy Schoeman is here for two talks today. This is part of a cool series at Immaculate Heart of Mary in New Mehle, MO, in preparation for the upcoming “Year of St. Paul” in the universal church. His site is Salvation is from the Jews.

Roy’s Witness

Originally from NYC, both parents German-Jewish Holocaust refugees. His dad’s family got out before the killing began, his Mom’s family was sent to a concentration camp but escaped.

Both parents met in the US, but their observance slid down a notch from Orthodox to Conservative. Having said that, his entire identity was wrapped up in being Jewish.

During college he became a disciple of a Hasidic rabbi, almost took up religious life but ended up at MIT.

During the MIT years he lost his faith, probably for two reasons. First, he fell down the science vs. faith psuedo-scientific worldview … a complete trap, second because he fell into serious sin.

It was really the second that caused him to fall away, because it kills the state of grace … whether you believe or not.

Rightly or wrongly, those who believe in miracles believe in them on the basis of evidence, and rightly or wrongly, those who disbelieve in miracles disbelieve on the basis of faith. – G.K. Chesterton.

Ended up teaching at the Harvard Business school at the age of 29, but was completely atheistic at that point.

As a kid he had a real relationship with God, with an expectation that he would understand the mystery after his Bar-Mitzvah. When that didn’t happen he was really down, then looked to each subsequent big event to reveal the meaning and purpose of life.

Never happened, despite enormous worldly success.

One of his friends at Harvard (also Jewish), told him about nearly quitting the day after he got tenure, because there was still no meaning and purpose and life.

Same with Roy, which led to despair. Deep despair.

A Vision

One day he had a vision while walking through nature. He was very consciously in the presence of God and understood a number Two greatest regrets- 1) seeking love when he was held in an ocean of love and 2) every hour that he’d wasted doing nothing of value in the eyes of heaven.

Every moment had the possibility to make a moral choice with eternal meaning, he saw that at every moment. God cared about each and every moment of his life.

No reason to every be anxious about anything, because everything was the best possible. Especially suffering, there’s eternal meaning and value in suffering.

One of the reasons that he likes to do these talks is to help cradle Catholics be aware of the enormous gifts that we’ve been given uniquely as Catholics.

So at the end of the value he knew that the meaning and purpose of his life was to know and serve this God, but just did not know who He was … what religion to follow and so on.

So he prayed to let him know God’s name and what religion to follow, as long as he didn’t have to become Christian.

What Happened Next

He went back to Cambridge happy, for the first time ever. He knew that God really was there, loved him, and knew him by name.

Btw, Roy also loves the literature of conversions, particularly non-Christians. Check out Death of a Guru. Also check out the Beautiful Side of Evil.

He then did two things – one dumb and one great. First he went to see a mystic (this was bad!). Although Roy was exposed to the Miracle of Fatima at this “mystic’s” house.

His first reaction was anger and indignation, because he’d spent his life looking for evidence that God still cared and would intervene in history, and this was it.

The evidence required for proof of a miracle is extremely rigorous, more rigorous than any science.

If Catholics realized what we had, they couldn’t help but evangelize.

So he left this friend’s house with terrible new age stuff, but did have stuff about Fatima.

On the other hand, each night he prayed to know the name of that God.

One year to the day he was awakened and taken to a room with the most beautiful woman possible, and he knew it was the Blessed Virgin Mary. She offered to answer any questions.

He was overwhelmed by two things- 1) to be in the presence of the love that flowed from her and 2) overwhelmed by her majesty, glory, dignity.

She taught him “O Mary conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee”.

“I am the beloved Daughter of the Father, Mother of the Son, Spouse of the Spirit.”

The Holy Spirit is the look of love that passes between the Father and the Son. – St. Thomas Aquinas.

How can it be that you’re so glorious, so magnificent, ….

Oh know you don’t understand, I am nothing, I am a creature, a created thing. He’s everything..

The next morning when he woke up he knew that he had to become Christian.

After the Second Vision

Started at a Protestant church, but left because they didn’t honor the Blessed Virgin Mary. He was spending time at Marian shrines.

Sometimes he would stumble upon a Mass, where he would be filled with a tremendous desire to receive the Eucharist.

Roy went and found a Jewish convert who was prior of a Trappist monastery. He acknowledge the work of the Holy Spirit, but told Roy he needed to be catechized and integrated into parish life.

Moving On

Roy’s whole life was one of misery because of a longing for God that could not possibly be met outside of Christianity, and in particular can not be met outside of the sacramental system of the Catholic church.

That’s true of all outside the Church … lives of quiet despair.

For example, look at any Woody Allen movie. A system of humor based on existential despair.

The answer is truth that we’ve been given, in its fullness, in the Catholic church.

Imagine a tribesman from the bush who comes to America for the first time, the awe at the gifts of daily life that we take for granted. That is what it is like for a non-Christian who comes into the Church, even to a certain extent when non-Catholics come into the Church.

How can we not spend our life preaching this truth, this good news, this hope?

It is not possible for someone who does not love Jesus Christ to be happy. Herman Coen (a convert in the 1800s whose story was given in Honey from the Rock).

A Little Q&A

Q: How long was the vision?

A: The initial vision was around two hours or so, then a lesser phase lasted for up to a week.

Q: Any advice for parents whose kids are drawn to the sciences?

A: Take him to see Expelled, support him in his vocation, feed him with material from faithful (particularly Catholic) scientists, such as Fr. Stanley Jaki, who is a physicist at Seton Hall.

Q: How did the family react?

A: Initially really unhappy, eventual resignation.

Greetings from the Pope!

Well next week Pope Benedict XVI is coming to the US for the first time ever … how cool is that?

Here is his official greetings for the trip …

I’ll start gathering up some of the voluminous resources for this trip in another post or two. But in the meantime, it’s pretty cool to hear B16 say “hi”.

This is the official video released by the Vatican, and is about 5 minutes long. You can also watch it in a “HD” stream here, but you’ll probably have to put up with some commercials.

Bienvenidos, Papa!