I am reminded today that any obstacle can be overcome with the help of God's grace.

Life is simple

You might say that life is complicated, but when it comes right down to it, life is rather simple. We are given two things: time and choices. We are given time to live on this earth for a certain period of time, and we are given the freedom to choose how we will live. Our life takes shape based on the choices we make. It's ironic, however, in all the schooling we've been through throughout our lives, no one ever had us take a class on making decisions, or making choices. That's something we've had to learn on our own. Sometimes we do it well, and other times not so well. This article reminded me of these two truths. Two things. The better steward we are of our time and choices, the better our lives go.

Holy family pray that we may incarnate love in our hearts and lives

Fulfilling Our Catholic Identity through Service-Learning

Recently 50 grade school students at Queen of Angels Elementary School in Chicago made their 3,000th peanut butter and jelly sandwich to help feed homeless men and women at their local food pantry. The school introduced students to this and other service projects over the past four years to help them grow as Catholics in their understanding of the importance of participating in service to others in the community. The impact has not only been that Queen of Angels won NCEA’s Home and School Award in 2009, but that 50 students have had the experience of seeing how one small act of charity can make a big impact in the community in the fight against poverty 3,000 sandwiches later.

At a global level, international service-learning programs at Catholic universities across the United States are challenging students to learn about the multi-dimensionality of poverty in the developing world, analyze its root causes, and identify strategies for social development to gain a broader understanding of the systemic forces at work. So while community service can begin with the making of one peanut butter and jelly sandwich, service-learning challenges students and their teachers to look beyond the needs of the individual and address the underlying social issues in the community.

Moving from Charity to Justice

As Catholic institutions of learning, whether K-12 or Higher Ed, we are called to move from performing works of charity to performing works of justice for the communities we serve - - working not just for our neighbor but with them - - to address their areas of greatest need, neglect, and nurturing. We are called to participate not only in events of service but events and experiences that touch, teach, and transform the community, its teachers, and students. This is the type of impact that service-learning can have in supporting our Catholic mission and identity. It can help us fulfill the call to love our neighbor, be our brother’s keeper, and respond to the Preferential Option for the Poor.

So how exactly do service-learning and community service differ? While community service engages students and teachers to help those in need, it typically does not include an academic component or academic credit, nor is student learning the primary focus. By comparison, service-learning integrates academic study with the community and becomes an impetus for learning about larger social issues. Also, service-learning projects are usually created in collaboration with the community, involve reflection on what is being learned, and attempt to further the cause of justice in the community rather than just provide a charitable intervention. According to Marisol Morales, Associate Director of the Steans Center at DePaul University, “As institutions of higher education, our call is to provide knowledge and create critical thinkers through a Liberal Arts education. Service-learning gives us a way to put this into action by doing more than lip service - - giving students a more critical perspective on why societal problems exist in the first place and moving them from a sense of charity to justice.”

Fulfilling our Catholic Mission

Leveraging service-learning as a teaching tool can help us fulfill our mission as Catholic institutions by bringing justice into the classroom. According to Patrick Green, Director of Experiential Education at Loyola University, “Students are used to doing community service. What they long for is a deeper, meaningful connection - - not just to understand the issues in the community - - but to be more deeply connected to the community. Our students want to better understand poverty, hunger or homelessness, and the underlying systemic structures that cause these problems. Service-learning challenges them to think about how they can affect these underlying structures to create a more just society.” “We have a unique voice,” adds Rachel Tomas Morgan, Assistant Director of International Engagement & Justice Education at the Center for Social Concerns at the University of Notre Dame, “because as Catholic institutions we see service-learning more holistically in terms of our obligation to our neighbor and God.” Thus, service-learning can also help students answer the question of what it means to be Catholic.

Fulfilling the Tenants of Catholic Social Teaching

Doing service that has an orientation toward justice is not only key to service-learning but core to Catholic Social Teaching itself. Whether addressing the Life and Dignity of the Human Person or the call to Solidarity, the tenants of Catholic Social Teaching remind us of the core values that underlie our organization’s mission and values which are rooted in the example of service, stewardship, and social change that Jesus gave us. In the words of Pope John Paul II, “A Catholic university must prioritize issues which are not always emphasized by other lay institutions, especially those related to the… promotion of justice for all, personal and family quality of life, protection of the environment, the search for peace and political stability, a more equitable distribution of the world’s resources, and a new economic and political order which will better serve the human community at the national and international level.”

While this makes perfect sense on paper, how does this link between Catholic Social Teaching and the fulfillment of a university’s mission play out in real life? According to Patrick Green, “Service-learning allows us to breathe life into the mission and demonstrate our commitment to the community in both action and reflection.” Rachel Tomas Morgan adds, “There is a moral obligation that we as Catholic institutions have that may or may not be the same for non-faith-based institutions. While the call to global citizenship is becoming more and more prevalent in Higher Ed, we need to ask ourselves, ‘Are we doing anything differently as Catholics?’” If we intentionally respond to our Catholic educational missions in a way that is informed by Catholic Social Teaching, we can create a unique, intentional brand of Catholic service-learning for students and teachers, which will benefit our communities locally and globally.

The Impact of Service-Learning

Whether the locale is India, Uganda, Cambodia or Mexico, international service-learning can challenge students to work with children with special needs, confront disparities in educational systems, address deficits in nutrition and healthcare, or examine the cultural and social roots of HIV. Through it all, the common theme is that learning is working in service to justice.

When executed effectively, service-learning programs can affect the transformation of a student’s worldview, a stronger belief in a just world, and identification that the struggle of the poor is their own struggle. Through reflection, students learn to see that human development is not a one-way process but a process that engages all participants in a greater understanding of each others humanity.

Ultimately, as Catholics, service-learning can help students connect their inner life of prayer with their outer life of social engagement, gaining new insights into the suffering of the world and the suffering of Christ. Thus, what might have begun in Chicago as a call to love thy neighbor by making peanut and butter and jelly sandwiches for homeless men and women, can lead to an international service-learning experience in Cambodia that transforms a college junior’s perspective about the world and how they are called to serve it after graduation. In this way, service-learning can help Catholic institutions fulfill their mission and identity, help Catholic students live more fulfilling lives and create a more just society.

Stories from the Street: Larry's Story

When you see a homeless person, do you ever wonder about their family? Or do you, like me, assume they must not have a family, otherwise they wouldn’t be homeless?

Today I had the pleasure of meeting 36 year-old Larry Elijah on Adams Street, just outside Union Station. I learned that Larry is the proud father of a young boy also named Larry Elijah who lives with his grandmother. Larry Elijah Sr., it turns out, was named after his uncle. So there you have it - - three generations of Larry Elijahs!

Larry Sr. has found a temporary place to sleep each night on a neighbor’s couch, paying them $10 a night. This is a grace for him since hotels can usually run upwards of $50-60/night. When I met Larry he was carrying a backpack with several copies of his resume in it, ready to act on a job lead that comes his way. Most days he goes to a day labor agency in the City that hires folks at $11-12/hour. Today, however, the agency had no work so he stands on the curb with an empty cup and a winter jacket to stay warm. Larry Sr. has an amazingly positive attitude about his situation. He thinks of himself as a fisherman out there with his plastic McDonald's cup. "You know sometimes when you're fishing you'll get a bite but a lot of times you don't, so you gotta just stay with it, and keep casting your line."

Larry isn’t proud of his situation but he’s determined to make it. He says he tries to be a role model for his son and go out every day looking for work or asking for money. He is proud of his name and he wants to make a difference for the next generation of Larry Elijah's.

Join me in supporting folks like Larry as I work to raise $5,000 for men and women who are homeless while training for the October 2011 Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Willie's Story

I met Willie downtown today on the corner of Wacker and LaSalle, near the Chicago river. He's a humble, quiet man of wisdom from the West side. He told me, prayer sustains him. "Without prayer, I'd be in a trash can." "God is real, and so is the devil, but God is stronger."

Willie looks for work wherever he can find it. Over the years he's worked as a butcher, a mechanic, and an orderly at a nursing home. When I asked him what his favorite job was, he said it was working at the nursing home. "It's hard caring for people because you get attached to them and you miss them when they die." As I listened, the irony of what he said was not lost on me. Being an orderly, is obviously the least desirable of the three jobs he mentioned, yet he enjoyed it because he built a sense of intimacy and relationship with those he was caring for - - as well as made himself vulnerable to grief and loss when they died. I didn't expect this kind of wisdom from a homeless man on a street corner, but Willie was "being real with me".

Willie didn't get around to telling me how he became homeless, though he said his downfall was drugs and chasing women. Despite his past and present circumstances, I got a sense that Willie is in a better place today.

Join me in supporting folks like Willie as I work to raise $5,000 for men and women who are homeless while training for the October 2011 Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Walter's Story

I came upon Walter on Ohio Street as he sat on the sidewalk next to a sign that read, "God is Good." Is it a paradox that a man who is homeless would say, "God is Good?" As Walter tells it, he's been robbed, had his teeth kicked in and more, so every day that he wakes up is a day to give thanks for "a chance to get it right."

Walter's been homeless for 7 years and he says that's how long it has been since he's had a significant other. But Walter seems to know he is Beloved by God, and that sustains him. Truth be told, the day I met Walter I was having kind of a down day, and Walter's wisdom and confidence about his faith gave me hope. A man who is homeless giving me hope? Funny how God works sometimes.

Walter commented how there are so many people running around with all this stuff and they're still not happy. And here he is, a guy with nothing but the shirt on his back, and he's content and happy.

Walter's daily routine is to read his Bible and try and collect $21 for a room and a shower. Join me in supporting folks like Walter as I work to raise $5,000 for men and women who are homeless and train for the October 2011 Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Joseph's Story

Joseph is a man with an easy smile and a ready handshake. He asks for money on the street, but he'd love to find work as a day laborer. Last week he was able to find work helping someone move into their new offices on Madison Street.

While in college at Grambling State, things were going well for Joseph. He attended school full time and worked part-time as a bank teller. Things went sour, however, when he was charged with a felony for selling drugs. He says he got caught up in how much money he could make in the drug business, though he says wasn't really a drug user himself. It was all about the money. He got sucked in and paid the price.

Today he's trying to keep the faith and find a good job, but it's hard to find work when you have a felony on your record. So Joseph takes life one day at a time and relies on the generosity of the strangers he meets. One man gave him the new pair of Columbia hikes shoes he wears, another man gave him the shirt he wears, and today he needs a dentist. He's battling a toothache and the only thing he can do is numb it for a while with a dab of Orajel every couple of hours.

Join me in supporting folks like Joseph as I work to raise $5,000 for men and women who are homeless while training for the October 2011 Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Scooter's Story

Scooter lost the roof over his head in 1992 when his mother died. Since then he’s been living on the street. Scooter is a warm, conversational man in his 60’s. He takes his place on the sidewalk each day outside St. Peter’s church on Madison Street and asks for money to pay for food and a room.

Scooter tries to collect the $15 a night he needs to pay for a room at the men’s hotel at Clark and Harrison. On a good day, he collects $25-40 from passers-by. He needs to get to the hotel by 5:00 PM, before all the rooms are taken. When he doesn’t collect enough money for a room, he buys a CTA pass so he can sleep on the Red Line all night, from Howard to 95th Street and back again.

Despite his circumstances, Scooter is a man of faith. He believes he is being held in the palm of God’s hand. He nurtures his relationship with God by attending daily mass and reading his Bible daily. He shares with me his concern about the growth in his abdomen, which is now the size of a grapefruit. He goes to the clinic when he can afford it to have fluid drained from it.

Scooter is a realist. He knows he needs the daily handouts he receives to survive on the street, but hopes people are giving from the heart, not just out of pity. He says we’re all the same underneath our clothes, whether we’re rich or poor, black or white.
Look for Scooter as you pass by St. Peters Church in the loop. He’ll be there with a ready smile and a story to share.

Join me in supporting folks like Scooter as I work to raise $5,000 for men and women who are homeless as I train for the October 2011 Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Lenne's Story

When I first met Lenna she was opening the door for an elderly woman entering the Dunkin Donuts at the corner of Wabash and Adams. Lenna said she doesn’t go around opening doors for everyone, but "this lady looked like she needed some help."
I introduced myself and shook her hand. As our eyes met, I could see a lot of pain and fear behind her eyes. As we talked she became more relaxed and shared her experience of being homeless for 5 years and selling Streetwise.

Before I knew it she was telling me the story of how she was studying to get her GED. She pulled out here recent test scores from her purse and showed me that she had earned a passing grade in all areas of the test except for Math. She scored a 370, but needed a 410. She was determined to pass and leverage this success to get a better paying job.

Though we spoke for just a few minutes she shared with me her hopes, her desires, and her dreams. I don’t know all of what she’s been through in her past, but I know she’s determined to persevere and get off the streets in the near future. Let’s all say a prayer in support of Lenna and her journey to a better life.

Join me in supporting folks like Lenna as I work to raise $5,000 for men and women who are homeless as I train for the October 2011 Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: David's Story

I met David on Madison Avenue one day around lunchtime. He's an easy-going fellow who takes things one day at a time. He's been homeless for 2 years and stays at Pacific Garden Mission. They provide him with meals, a place to sleep, and a daily helping of scripture verses.

What David really wants is to find a factory job. He doesn't have any leads right now but he remains hopeful. Join me in raising $5,000 to help folks living on the streets like David as I train for this October's Chicago Marathon. Tax deductible donations can be made at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: John's Story

John is a big man, standing over six feet tall. He's a big man, but he's also got a big heart. He's a husband and a father with three kids. They live on Lower Wacker Drive. John and his family are homeless.

John had high hopes when he finished his degree in Engineering at Mississippi State, but he's been unable to find a job in construction so he sits at the corner of Wells and Adams asking for money to support him and his family.

When I told him I was also looking for a job, he brightened up and offered me some suggestions of places to try. "Have you tried UIC or Illinois State?" He also cracked a smile when he started talking about being an uncle.

I don't know much more about John's history, but in this brief exchange with him I can tell he is a family man who just wants to provide for his family. He may be faceless and nameless to some who pass him on the street, but to others he goes by the name John, Dad, and husband.

Join me in raising $5,000 to help break the cycle of homelessness for women and men like John in Chicago, as I train for this years Chicago Marathon. I invite you to make a tax deductible donation at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Brenda's Story

Brenda grew up on the West Side, but she has no family to speak of today. She finds shelter in the evenings at the Pacific Garden Mission, but tells me that the food is not that good. She holds a sign that says, "By the grace of God I am hungry and homeless." What a radical statement that is! Her circumstances are dire but she trusts that God is going to use her in this situation for his glory. Another person might curse God in this situation, but Brenda somehow holds fast to her faith.

Join me in raising $5,000 to help break the cycle of homelessness for women and men like Brenda in Chicago, as I train for this years Chicago Marathon. I invite you to make a tax deductible donation at http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Stories from the Street: Ricky's Story

Week 3 of my marathon training has been tough - - first pulling a hamstring and then catching a cold. But that's nothing compared to what folks like Ricky are challenged with every day in the struggle against homelessness.

I met Ricky last week on Grand Avenue. He was recently layed off from his job from the Mayflower Moving Company. As we spoke, he clung to two pictures of his young daughters. He asked for help supporting his family of five.

He was a quiet, proud man. A little embarrassed to be on the street asking for money. But he needed the money to keep a temporary roof over his family's head - - a room at a cheap motel near O'Hare. Say a prayer for Ricky and those like him this week, struggling to provide for their families - - and help me raise money for the homeless as I train for the Chicago Marathon. Peace.

Stories from the Street: Donnie's Story

Perched at his usual spot on the sidewalk outside St. Peter's Church on Madison Street, Donnie is a homeless man who is a fixture in the neighborhood. He struggles to keep things together while living on the street but is grateful for the graces he receives daily. Yesterday a man bought him some new clothes to wear. Last week another offered to pay him $60 to help move their offices. Today he is hoping to get $5.00 to allow him ride the train all night. His shirt says, "I smile because I have no idea what is going on," but he trusts.

He is keenly aware that God's grace is what sustains him. The tone of his voice is eager, not desperate as he asks for money and shares his story. He trusts that God will provide.

Meet Donnie. He is one of the many men and women on the street I am running the Chicago Marathon for this fall. Help me raise $5,000 to help them break the cycle of poverty. http://www.active.com/donate/crossroadsrunners/edduffy

Week One of Marathon Training

So it begins. I awoke to a cold, blustery May morning here in Chicago as our Crossroads Runners group began our training for the Chicago Marathon.

It was nice to start to get to know other runners in the group as we ran and stretched our way from Oz Park to the lakefront. I think we were all a little nervous, thinking, "What have I gotten myself into," and "Are these the people I want to be doing this with?" Without the motivation of training with a group, I'm sure we all would have stayed in bed a bit longer this morning.

On the running path it was interesting to see hundreds of other runners up at 8:00 AM on a Saturday morning running. I think there is comfort in numbers when you think about the madness of training to run 26.2 miles. You figure, "Well at least I'm no the only crazy person who has signed up to run this thing." I think there is a little bit of scoping each other out to see who's got the coolest running outfit and wondering privately if yours measures up. All that ego stuff kind of fades away quickly though when it's time to run. A little bit of conversation here and there, but mostly trying to settle in and center yourself on the long journey ahead. Thanks for your support!

Choose Life!

The obituary read, “A man who became rich by finding ways to kill more people faster than ever before, died yesterday.” The date was April 12, 1888. The man for whom the obituary was written invented dynamite, a powerful explosive that was used in wartime to blow up bridges, tanks, and buildings. So what would you do if your obituary read that way - - that you got rich by inventing a faster way to kill people? That’s not really a very good legacy, is it?

In this case, this obituary caused the man described to change his life - - because in reality, he was not dead. Someone accidentally mistook him for his brother, Ludvig, who had instead died.

Alfred Nobel, the Swedish chemist, engineer, and innovator got a second chance at life after that obituary was published. All his life he had been successful at his work, but that obituary raised questions in his mind as to whether his great knowledge and gifts were being used to help or to hurt people. Over his lifetime he earned 355 different patents, and spoke six different languages (Swedish, French, Russian, English, German and Italian) but the destructive nature of dynamite was what he was remembered for.

We hear stories like this every year at Christmas, don’t we? We watch movies like “A Christmas Carol” or “It’s a Wonderful Life”, or even “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. In each of the movies the main character gets a chance to see how good or bad the first half of their life has been and then they get a second chance to make some kind of amends.

In Alfred Nobel’s case, when he DID die, he decided to leave all of his wealth to a foundation that administers the Nobel Peace Prize, a prize that has honored men and women for outstanding achievements in physics, chemistry, medicine, literature and peace for more than one hundred years.

That’s what the spiritual gift of Knowledge is all about. God gives us the power to do wonderful things with gifts he’s given us, but we have the freedom to decide HOW we will us this knowledge. Will we use it for good or for evil? Will we use it to help ourselves or to help our neighbor? Will we use it to build up our kingdom, or God’s Kingdom? As the Book of Deuteronomy says “I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse. So choose life in order that you may live” (Deuteronomy 30:19).

It’s no surprise, if you think about it, that this struggle goes all the way back to the Garden of Eden. God asked Adam and Eve NOT to eat of the tree of knowledge of Good and Evil, but they did anyway, and their eyes were opened, such that they now knew good and evil like God, but they were naked and ashamed (Genesis 3).

I know in my own life, I’ve used my gift of knowledge often to help people but also to hurt people. It’s not always easy to walk the right path.

When I was 15 age, one of the families I grew up with in Aurora decided to move to Hawaii to go to work and live with a Christian mission. I had always admired them and enjoyed their company. We went camping, fishing, canoeing, and hiking together in the summer and always had a great time. When I heard they were moving to Hawaii I decided to do something special for them. So I went through the drawer of old family photographs we had and put together a special photo album of them and all the places we traveled together over the years. It was a nice thing to do and it served as a lasting memento of all the experiences we shared. They liked it.

On other occasions, as a young man, I used my gift of knowledge to get away with things I knew were wrong. One summer I had a job patrolling the parks and nature trails in town. It was a great job, an easy job, and it paid pretty well too. But I had to spend hours driving around by myself, and it was pretty boring. So I filled my time listening to the Cub games all summer long. Day games, night games, afternoon games, I listened to them all.

To listen to the games, I borrowed a friend of mine’s portable radio and must have gone through four or five sets of batteries just to keep the radio going throughout the summer. One week, however, the batteries went dead while I was patrolling the nature trail, but I got an idea. What if I wired the radio to the battery in the car, then I wouldn’t need to buy any more batteries? Seemed worth a try, so I found some wire and connected the positive terminal of the radio to the battery, and then the negative terminal of the radio to the battery. Within a few seconds, a small plume of smoke rose up from the wires and with it the smell of burning plastic and metal. Huh. I had just fried the radio. I had just fried my friend’s radio.

Well the honest thing to do would have been to apologize to my friend and buy him a new radio, right? I went to the hardware store to see how much a new radio would cost and it was $25 dollars. Twenty-five dollars? Forget it.

So I thought about it and came up with a scheme. I came up with $25 to buy a new radio, but that’s not all. When I got home I unpackaged the brand new radio from all the plastic and styrofoam and set it aside. Then I took the broken radio and repackaged it in the box as if it were new. A day or two later I waltzed back into the hardware store, carrying the box under my arm and plopped it on the counter, and told the cashier, “I’d like to return this radio. I decided I didn’t need it after all.” And a minute later, the cashier handed me $25. So now I had a brand new radio and my $25 back. Clever, huh?

Well that story is not something I’m particularly proud of, but I tell it to make a point. God has given us incredible gifts and the knowledge to use them for good or for evil. The Bible says, “I have set before you life and death, the blessing and the curse. So choose life.” (Deuteronomy 30:19). Which will you choose? Alfred Nobel decided to change his life and his legacy by using the money he made after inventing dynamite to honor great thinkers and great leaders who have made a difference in the world by giving out the Nobel Peace Prize. What will your legacy be? How will you use your knowledge? You have the freedom to choose. Choose well.

The Transfiguration

"Jesus took Peter, James, and John his brother,and led them up a high mountain by themselves. And he was transfigured before them."

I like you have heard these reading hundreds of time since my childhood and I have found it hard to experience on a personal level. It seems more like us getting a window into the experience of James, John, and Peter.

This Sunday I was struck, however, by the contrast in God's message in the reading. On the one hand we have this vision of Jesus appearing with Moses and Elijah, and then God the Father saying in a booming voice that strikes fear into the apostles, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” If the apostles were looking for a sign of Jesus' divinity they got TWO signs that day: a vision, and the voice of God saying, "Listen up, it's more than just a nice vision, I'm trying to show you that this is the Son of God, my Son. So pay attention and listen to him!"

This is the Old Testament God I'm used to hearing about, the one who reminds me of the booming voice of the Wizard of Oz who scares the Bejesus out of Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion.

Then in contrast, we get the gentle, loving companionship of Jesus. "Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Rise, and do not be afraid.” He touches them. He says, "It's okay. I'm with you. Don't be afraid." Thanks the kind of God I need today, a God who touches me. "Rise, and do not be afraid. It's gonna be okay. I will help you. My Father just wanted to show you who I am. I'm sorry He frightened you."

Last year I was blessed to travel to Israel and walk up Mt. Tabor with my fellow pilgrims. It is a very scenic, yet challenging 30 minute walk. I image Jesus walking with Peter, James, and John. This was his inner circle of friends. (They would later be with him at Gethsemane also.) What would they have talked about as they wanted up the mountain? What was the conversation like when they came down?

I imagine they had some kind of hope in their hearts as they walked up the mountain, and that hope was transformed as they descended. This hope was now more than just a feeling, they were shown by God that this hope was real. Jesus was the Son of God, and he was walking with them.

That day the heavens touched the earth in a supernatural way, but the Son of Man also reached out and touched the apostles on the shoulders and said, "Don't be afraid." I'm going to hang on to that idea and sit with it this week.

Loneliness or Solitude?

The spiritual journey is one of both loneliness and solitude. We have to dwell in this place of silence to find God, whether that be in prayer, taking a walk or just taking a break.

Loneliness is about fear. Fear that we are alone, that no one cares, that no one will ease our pain. But we can find God in our loneliness. His grace and love meets us there. He gives us strength, power, and confidence when we have none, and turn our will over to him.

Solitude is a sense of peace we feel when we know who we are in God and we know we are being held and acting in his will. Paradoxically, our nothingness becomes his everything, and we come to know ourselves as his Beloved.

I reflected on these ideas the past two days after reading about Jared Loughner, the accused shooter in Tuscon, Arizona. Jared saw himself as a nihlist, someone who believed that life had no purpose. The world had no meaning for him. His life had no meaning. Yet everyday he woke up and found himself to be alive. He must have felt his life to be a daily curse. If I am given the gift of life each day, but I am convinced that my life has no meaning, then the logical conclusion, as Loughner seemed to have made, was that we should want to die.

As an expert marksman, Loughner had the skill and tools to destroy life. And so he did.

This is the paradox of the spiritual life. God wants to meet us in our loneliness and despair, but we have to invite him in to help us. Loughner found rightly that the external world could not satisfy him, and it seems he was unhappy with this answer. He was struggling for more, but the devil turned his heart toward destruction and physical violence instead of surrender.

Fr. Sertillanges, a Dominican preacher, says, "Suffering is an extreme remedy which either cures the evil or makes it worse, which strengthens or kills." He continues, saying, "Unhappy is he who carries the cross of Jesus but who is not with Jesus."

I pray for Loughner and for men and women like him who are living a life of suffering and despair. I pray that they listen and surrender their hearts to a God who wants to hold them in their loneliness, ease their pain, and invite them into the peace of solitude.

Who is My Neighbor?

Housing Opportunities for Women (HOW) has provided housing for homeless women in Rogers Park since 1983. The goal is to provide women housing as soon as possible to get them off the streets and then offer “wrap-around” support services to help them move forward in their life (e.g. mentally, financially, emotionally).

HOW’s philosophy of housing homeless women reminds me of the parable of the Good Samaritan that Jesus tells us in Luke 10:25. In the parable, the Samaritan man is the one who stops to help a man who is attacked by robbers on the road to Jericho, and he attends to his needs by putting him up in an inn to rest and heal from his injuries. Key to Jesus’ call to love our neighbor in this parable, is the giving of hospitality - - especially giving hospitality to those who have been abandoned.

In the parable, the Samaritan man takes out two denarii and gives them to the innkeeper, saying, “Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, I will repay you when I come back.” At HOW, the women served typically stay in their program for an average 4-5 years. In this context I think about the parable and wonder how Jesus’ audience at the time would have reacted if the Samaritan would have agreed to care for the injured man for this period of time. They probably would have laughed. The parable was challenging enough for them already.

On the other hand, most of the time when Jesus physically healed someone he was doing more than attending to their physical needs, he was healing them spiritually and forgiving their sins. While outwardly their injury or disability was visibly obvious, Jesus cared more about the condition of their hearts, and I think this is true of HOW.
Building on the initial impact HOW has made with homeless women in Rogers Park, HOW decided ten years ago to get involved in Partners for Rogers Park (PRP), which is a coalition of a dozen community organizations. The coalition began to try to make the community safe from crime, drugs, violence, and to create a community plan and promote affordable housing in the neighborhood.

Thinking of Jesus’ ministry again, one thing that was always apparent was that as he went from town to town preaching, teaching, and healing, the Scribes and Pharisees were always at his heals criticizing and challenging him. “You can’t do that. What gives you the right to do that? Who are you, and under what authority do you do these things?”

Similarly, I was surprised to learn that PRP has had problems with its own brand of Pharisees: Bloggers. It seems these bloggers have used the Internet as a way to criticize and challenge the progress being made in Rogers Park. I guess it all goes to show that human nature hasn’t changed that much over the last 2000 years.