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Where’s the Real Jesus?

In our daily hubbub we forgot to add Jesus, Mary, and Joseph to our stable scene on Christmas Eve. Today is the feast of the Epiphany, so I decided to rectify that oversight and also add the three magi. I had Alex help with the Holy Family and Joel help with the magi. Alex asked an interesting question when his task was done.

As he surveyed the scene he asked, “Where’s Jesus?” I thought it an odd question since he had placed the baby Jesus in the stable himself. I reminded him of that, to which he responded, “Where’s the real Jesus? Where’s the Jesus of God?”

That kid has a knack for asking penetrating questions. A month or so back we were watching daily mass when he abruptly asked, “What is God?” After a nervous explanation, he followed up with, “Is God a person?” Nothing like jumping right into the deep end of the theological pool!

Whew. I sure hope the Holy Spirit guides me to give him and his siblings the kinds of answers they need.

Bitterness, Anger, Shouting, and Reviling

Ever have an experience at religious service when it really seems like the readings are meant specifically for you? That happened to me this morning at mass. Here’s the second reading for today:

“Brothers and sisters: Do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with which you were sealed for the day of redemption. All bitterness, fury, anger, shouting, and reviling must be removed from you, along with all malice. And be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another as God has forgiven you in Christ. So be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us and handed himself over for us as a sacrificial offering to God for a fragrant aroma.” – Ephesians 4:30 – 5:2

Um…yeah. Guilty as charged. There’s a lot more bitterness, fury, anger, shouting, and reviling in my house than I’d like, and not nearly enough kindness, compassion, and forgiveness. Aside from that, though, the reading was very timely because of my verbal altercation with a stranger yesterday in front of Alex.

*Sigh* I am a very long way from being a saint. May God grant me a long life. Otherwise, I’m screwed. ;)

Graceful Lily

This cute little milestone for Lily is a few weeks old, but I didn’t get around to blogging about it until now.

Every evening before we eat dinner, Amanda and I lead Alex and Joel in saying grace. One evening a while back I noticed that Lily (about 9mo at the time) was staring at us and had clapped her hands together. At first I wasn’t sure if it deliberate or just a coincidence. Well, it happens just about every time we eat together now, so it’s definitely deliberate. :) Whenever we start grace, she watches intently and usually drops whatever she’s eating or drinking to put her hands together (though she sometimes ends up clapping them or swinging them around like she’s practicing a Captain Kirk double-fist thump).

I think that’s pretty cool, and as a Catholic it makes me proud as well. Anyone else have a story like that they’d like to share. :)

Surprise! It’s a Funeral!

The kids and I had an interesting experience this morning. Our neighborhood parish, St. Rosalia, offers daily mass on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I wish it was offered every weekday, but that’s a topic for another day. I meet with my PhD advisor on Fridays, so I take the kids to mass on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Sometimes mass is cancelled unbeknownst to us (since we don’t attend Sunday mass at St. Rosalia to get the weekly bulletin). That wasn’t the surprise we received this morning, though, and even we ‘d had the bulletin we would not have been prepared. As we entered the church, we were informed that a funeral would be taking place.

Hmm. Decision time. Should we stay or should we go?

Reasons to go:

  • We weren’t dressed in funeral attire.
  • We weren’t family or friends of the deceased.
  • It would be longer than a typical daily mass.
  • Little kids may not behave with the required respectfulness.

Reasons to stay:

  • We weren’t dressed shabbily or shamefully.
  • We weren’t asked to leave.
  • My kids sit through an hour-long mass every Sunday.
  • My kids have repeatedly demonstrated the ability to behave well throughout mass.

Some of you may be wondering why I would want to take my kids to a funeral at all – even if we knew the deceased. My wife and I decided some time ago that as long as our kids could be well-behaved during funerals, we would not ban them from attending. Death is part of life. A mass of resurrection is as important as a baptism. The solemn marking of a member of the Church, the Bride of Christ, meeting the Bridegroom is as important as a nuptial mass. We also feel that by making death a normal part of life, by not hiding it, we will help our children grow to have healthy feelings about it. We want to do everything in our power to help our kids avoid having the unhealthy feelings of fear and obsession I have about death, and the panic attacks and night terrors that come with them.

Anyhow, we stayed, and my children did not disappoint me. I still felt somewhat awkward, though. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were intruding, despite our quiet and respectful attendance.

So, putting aside the question of whether small children should attend a funeral at all, do you think it was wrong for us to attend this funeral mass? Were we disrespectful? If you think we were, please be kind in your comments. We meant no harm, and we cannot undo what we did, even if we wanted to.

Fr. Beavis and Fr. Butt-head?

This entry is part 14 of 16 in the series Wordless Wednesday

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