Night of Confessions

Stormy Eve

Today at all Masses across the diocese we read a letter from our Archbishop:

The Catechism teaches that we should go to Confession at least once per year

On September 14, 2011 the Sacrament of Penance, more commonly known to us as Confession will be available in all of our parish churches beginning at 7:00p.m.

September 14 is the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. It is a reminder that Jesus Christ died for our sins, and draws us to a life of conversion and new life through his resurrection.

On this day, on September 14 of this year, all of our Churches in the Archdiocese of New Orleans will have a light on in the confessional as a sign that Christ is not only a light of the world but one who is eager to forgive and to heal us.

May I encourage you to take this opportunity to celebrate the Sacrament of Penance not only this month but on a regular basis as we have the opportunity to meet the forgiving, loving and merciful Christ.

Wishing you God’s blessings,
et cetera, et cetera, …
Most Reverend Gregory M. Aymond
Archbishop of New Orleans

So, this Wednesday is the Night of Confessions.

The readings today speak to forgiveness, and with the Sacrament of Confession looming so importantly in our diocesan psyche, I used most of my Confession Story as my Homily. (Fear not, it was well edited from the rambling post I published here.)

The Catechism teaches that we should go to Confession at least once per year; I find every 2 months or so is good for many.

At any rate, we’re looking forward to Wednesday evening, which will be a great time of healing for many.

Katrina Anniversary

Yesterday was the Sixth Anniversary of Katrina, and it’s a sign of great improvement that I didn’t get around to posting about it until well, until today.

But, I’ve never gotten around to doing anything with these photos, so I decided to start posting them here. I know you’ll love them!

Er.. Hello? Helllooo…?

They’ll make it into a separate page, because why be maudlin? But it’s definitely a part of my early Priesthood, and a part of history. And I have things to say about that experience.

I have things to say about a lot of things that have happened along the way, as a matter of fact. Just you wait, I’m telling you.

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A Time for Living.

Well it’s been a long and beautiful weekend here. Here’s what I was up to:

  1. At Masses this weekend the Deacons preached. We’re blessed with some great Deacons: Deacon Angelus and Deacon Henry both give Homilies which are very insightful, informative, and challenging.

    That does make the weekend somewhat easier for us Priests, for the obvious reason that we don’t have to give a Homily. (I usually work on one anyway, though am terribly remiss about publishing them.)

  2. Tomorrow is the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and hence the anniversary of my dad’s death. It’s still difficult to think that he died that awful day. It was one of the last things I could have possibly foreseen with that storm.

  3. The heat’s got me somewhat down; quite a few projects without a time frame are easily postponed until October, like, cleaning the garage, upping my cycling mileage, redoing some of the garden.

    I am officially going to start planing vacations in the August/September time frame. That will render my ministry much more effective, and everyone will be pleased with that. Especially me.

  4. I prepared a vegetable dish for lunch after the 11:00 a.m. Mass. It consisted if many peppers and onions which I cleaned out of the vegetable bin, cooked down with some other things and some spinach, then made into a curry and had with quinoa.

    It’s the kind of thing that’s great to eat alone, very nourishing with good flavors. But if anyone were around I’d probably deny having any part in making it.

  5. I got a lot of reading done this weekend, a bit of research I’m undertaking for yet another project that’s entered my mind for scheduling.

    Sometimes it’s best to have a ten year plan amidst all the other plans of life.

    Especially since, well… argh… well, since blogging’s not my forte! The truth hurts, but we must always face it squarely.

  6. Monday is my alleged day off, and I actually have a free day tomorrow. So I can sleep in, in air conditioned splendor, while the whole world starts turning around a new work week.

    If that makes anyone jealous, I’m not incredibly upset about it. I’ll probably be up at 5AM anyway.

  7. God, grant us peace of days and teach as in all things to glorify you. Teach us to pray as we ought, and to live according to your will for our lives.

    In you alone is our hope O Lord, and we know that we shall never hope in vain. Amen.

Joyce Harrington

A thousand years ago, or so it seems sometimes, I stopped smoking cigarettes. And it was the most difficult thing I had ever done. Being a quintessential introvert, I found help with an online support group.

After I had joined, the very first person to write me back was Joyce Harrington. She wrote the loveliest most encouraging note, and I felt immediately welcome.

About a year later I was still trying to stop smoking, and realized that I had no choice but to just finally quit, whether I liked it or not, and to suffer through the horrible effects of withdrawal and general misery that go with quitting smoking. (It’s a terrible feeling, FYI.)

Joyce meanwhile had started smoking again and was going through the same thing more or less, so we decided to become Quit Buddies. And we both quit! We laughed, we cried, we craved nicotine, we posted in the group madly (well, I did that, Joyce was much more composed than I,) and in general got on with our newly smoke free lives.

Many people in that group knew Joyce much better than I, even though we wrote regularly. She lived in Manhattan, and those in the area, or who travelled there with some frequency, saw her off and on. I had entered seminary the next year and had no business in New York, until a few years ago.

One of my friends had joined the Conventual Friars of the Renewal, and was making his Solemn Profession. And it was in New York City!

I made plans to go and wrote Joyce and we made a date and had the best time finally meeting one another over an extended lunch on the Upper East Side near the Modern Museum of Art. I visited with her and her friend Myra. And I’ll cherish the memories forever.

Earlier this year I found out that Joyce had died, and I became very sad. I found one of her sons and we wrote about it, and then I found some mutual online friends and we grieved together. Whoever thinks that meeting people online is not real life, has some things to learn.

Joyce’s son Evan has put together a wonderful site devoted to his mother’s work. She was a successful novelist, and an Edgar Award winning mystery writer.

She was a wonderful writer, a beautiful person, and I knew her as a wonderful friend.

Imagine

I’m about to commit a pop-culture heresy of major proportions.

And I completely understand that most people will never understand it, will never agree with it, and will never be able to read my weblog again.

But I have to.

You see, I can’t stand the song “Imagine”.

lyrics taken from “Imagine”, by John Lennon.

imagine
“Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today”

I can imagine that, and I don’t like it.

Those facts of heaven and hell don’t constrict our lives, and are not bad things. Rather, sentimental musings set to mindless pop tunes, and contributing to zoned out states of wonderment in otherwise ludic people, if you can imagine that, constrict our lives. It creates a tension in people of Faith and draws souls into a popular culture which has at its core an age old lie of personal hedonism.

“Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace”

No countries. No religion. Just a big free for all where everyone lives in peace.

That’s a good idea.

It’s almost as if he’s trying to describe heaven, but saying that heaven doesn’t exist. …. You know, it’s perilously kinda sorta close to Christianity, but without Christianity. It’s kind of like, sugar coated hatred for religion.

“You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one.”

No, I’ll never be joining you. It’s not that I think your a dreamer John, it’s that I don’t like your music and, even more, your lyrics.

I admit it, I just don’t like this song. From the first time I heard it, I’ve thought it was one of the most inane and boring things I’d ever heard in my life. I was 10 years old, the Mass had just changed into the new Mass, and this song was floating over the airwaves.

To this day when it comes on, I’ve seen intelligent people of good faith get dreamy eyed and start bobbing their heads back and forth singing “Imagine there’s no heaven…”

I just don’t get it. I tried to like it, I even pretended to like it when I was younger and trying to look like I knew what was going on in life.

Imagine this….

Imagine there is a heaven, and it’s a great and beautiful place where there are no more tears and every sadness is wiped away.

Imagine there is a heaven, and everyone has perfect physical health, radiant and whole; and the music is more enjoyable than anything ever heard, and that a love more profound than anything you may ever recall fills your entire being with a peace so full and profound that you wish to share it with all the men and women there. And, it’s great fun.

Imagine there is a hell, and that if you want to go there you are entirely welcome to go, of your own free will.

Imagine that for God time does not exist, and that He, and his angels, can come into any and every moment of our life and look at it in its fullness, and inspect whether or not we are the living work of art he created us to be. And that in His mercy, he understands our weak moments and loves us all the more for trying so hard.

Imagine that every moment is an opportunity for wholeness and completeness, for healing and growing into the fullness of who we are destined to become.
Almost Heaven by Thomas Kinkade
Imagine that religion is not a man made thing that constricts you, but that it is a God made things that sets you free, and that gives you tools to overcome the complications of life.

Well, would you imagine that?

I remember when John Lennon died, I was studying for an American History exam in college (I loved that course.) The girl I was studying with went to answer the phone in the hallway (can you imagine that?) and came back in tears. “J-John Lennon’s been shot!” “What?” I was completely in the moment.

He.. he’s been shot!” She dabbed a tear from her eye.

That’s terrible, I said.

We paused.

So… What did you think of this discussion about the “The Muckraker”?”

She stopped studying and was on the phone for the next two hours. (I aced the exam.)

Understandably, people will always love the song, and the man. And I do understand that, and respect his musicianship and talent.

I just never want to imagine the world as John Lennon saw it. Sometimes life just boils down to profoundly simple choices. I can choose the view of John Lennon, or I can choose the view of Jesus Christ. The views here are not compatible, and I choose Christ.

The Rev. Kenneth Allen