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Sophias distaff Musings
on the millennium
It is one piece. Faith and fear, joy
and tears, love, apathy. Past and future,
you and I and God our warp
and woof
The gossamer cloak of trust warms days of doubt -- still,
chill seeps through when turning years
twist dreams, knot grace in
coils of mocking specters
No matter ... Gods shuttles mesh
both Indiscriminate, loves fabric unfolds:
lavished on one,
it richly mantles many
and nets worsted indifference in its
wake; even so, love- and -less are laced.
The death in long-gone
wrongs kills visions
if unravelings destroy today Yet then and next
roll up like yarn
in Gods hands, capable without
our
cradling. Within a seamless garment Wisdom gathers us, and each
stitch
incarnates what has been and what shall be.
a
miscellaneous patchwork of the Plan and highest art, Creations
tapestry
I count on you to weave your life with mine
and leave
the looming fears where they belong, scraps beneath us, as
linsey-woolsey-we
fly up for fittings in our snowy robes
and
spirit spun filaments binding us to God
ANTOINETTE BOLLING LUTTER Tucson, Ariz.
* * *
In his name
LET IT END this centurys needless losses its
wars and hungers did not serve us well
SEND FORTH HOPE to carry
onward toward a millennium of progress and potential freed for human
dignity
LET IT BEGIN with pregnant pause to birth anew our
mission for the first century third millennium gospel, love and
peace.
PAT MINGS Idaho Falls, Idaho
* * *
Millennium
Time is a matter of linear measure But infinitely more
than that Time must be measured in heartbeats Spasms of pain and shouts
of joy Those you have known, cherished and loved Or tried not to know
and held in disdain The measure of time comes to clarity When the depth
of living is focus
God has no yesterdays or tomorrows Gods
time is unbegun, yet endless Concern yourself not at all With what may
or may not be Consider simply this moment Gods presence in your
heart Past and future matter not The moment at hand holds
eternity
MARI DONALDSON Hurst, Texas
* * *
I have lived through road rage, industrial boycotts, flower
children, the Beatles, TVs, computers, technology and so on. Having been born
just after the first quarter of this century, I have seen it all and wish I
could live it all over again! Experiencing God in the midst of it all, war and
peace, depressions and booms, has been my joy and gift. Vatican II was my hope
and disappointment. However, I remain with hope, I strive to build hope and I
will welcome Vatican III.
Just as at the beginning, we, as Gods creation, are called
to love deeply, to act justly and to walk humbly with our God to build the
Kingdom of God where equality, mutuality and tolerance reign, I am ready for
the next experience!
ALICE ROOS San Antonio
* * *
During these fresh new years, if will be the biggest word
in the language: There will be enough for everyone in the world -- if we
are as spiritual as we think we are.
TOM BRUBECK Silver Spring, Md.
* * *
Ghosts
When I left the doctors office, I looked for him again.
Thirty minutes before, across the almost vacant parking lot, I had spotted him
shuffling along a side street. He was shabbily dressed in bulky garments, one
foot in a sandal and one in a running shoe. He wasnt very old. He
appeared out of place in my suburban landscape. Something about him bothered me
enough that I drove around the quiet streets in search of him. I wasnt
sure why I needed to see him again.
I didnt spot him and gave up. Maybe the diligent local
police had escorted him to a more appropriate location, away from our office
parks and malls.
But his presence haunted me.
I remembered the blank, blood-washed eyes of similar young men as
I passed the taverns along Halsted Street on my way home from high school. And
the older men that my mother instructed me were to be fed when they appeared at
our back door but not to be let into the house.
He reminded me of a girl in my small parish school. For three
years we left her alone, with her unwashed hair and torn sweaters, until she
and her entire family disappeared. I recalled the adult daughter and her
elderly parents who lived on our street behind a tall wooden fence. Rarely, the
father came for my fathers help when Mary wandered away.
Because real estate taxes were then determined by the appearance
of the property, most homeowners took pains not to spruce up street-facing
facades too much. That didnt fool the neighborhood. From the earliest
age, I knew who had a good job and who didnt. The reality of who was
secure and who was hovering near the brink of poverty was clear without
material evidence. The eyes told the story.
My sterile world has managed to push the marginal people beyond
the boundaries of daily existence. I am safe here. There are no reminders of
how fragile my security often is. Even the downsized have the good grace to
move away or stay out of their neighbors view.
So this invasion into my world of one of the lost ones reminded me
of how close and easily toppled the barrier between my two lives remains. And
the fear that, in the future, I may be one of the forgotten.
PAT KALATA Cherry Hill, N.J.
* * *
May Each Sign Send All to God
for Eternity
In A
Be Our Teacher, Thanks,
and Love Eternally
ANNE F. BRISTOW Yorktown, Va.
* * *
I seemed to hear Jesus say, For a penny, Ill give you
my thoughts. I listened, and this is what I heard:
When I taught my disciples to pray Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, they understood I was not
talking about brick and mortar but about relationships. When I reprimanded
James and John and their mother for seeking first places, they came to know the
kingdom is won by compassion rather than competition. When I washed their feet,
they came to know that the kingdom was about serving rather than being served.
When I died a humiliating death on the cross, they would later come to
understand that evil power can be overcome with loving nonviolence. Living in
community, eschewing property, power and prestige, my apostles and their
followers acted out my love commandment and did overcome evil with good, hatred
with love and falsehood with truth. They were so effective that Roman Emperor
Constantine converted to the faith and enacted the Edict of Milan in 313,
making Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire.
Since then my church and governments have become entwined.
Clearly Caesar now has the upper hand, and my beloved poor are victimized. You,
my living followers, for the sake of the poor and the kingdom have a duty to
wrest from Caesar what belongs to God. The fate of the earth is at
stake.
Your loving savior and servant, JESUS
Submitted by Deacon Larry Lange, Devils Lake,
N.D.
* * *
Headline for the next millennium:
Relational Revival takes hold
One outgrowth from the newly elected popes recent call for a
worldwide Revival of Relationships has been the new spirit of
partnership taking hold in Catholic parishes throughout the United States.
Connecting is the dominant motif as leaders and parish members make special
efforts to connect with one another and with others beyond their
congregations.
Those attending Mass on the weekend are seeking out partners as
they enter church so that people are no longer sitting apart from one another
but in clusters. They join hands across the aisles for some of the prayers
during the liturgy, sharing petitions with one another and getting to know each
others names and interests.
Once the Mass is completed, congregations remain together to share
refreshments and insights from the liturgy. People are signing up for
faith-sharing groups throughout the week in record numbers.
Each person attending Mass is being encouraged to relate to one
other person who is on the fringe of the church, either a relative, friend,
business associate or someone in need. They are told to listen rather than
speak. This is not a proselytizing effort but merely an attempt to connect with
people who have been left alone and separated from the mainstream of culture
and the church.
The efforts at connecting have spread to other churches and
congregations as well. Catholics are connecting with those of other faiths, not
discussing differences but exploring gestures of friendship and mutual
interest.
Catholics are rediscovering one essential aspect of their
religion, that relationships are more important than rules and regulations,
that sharing comes before doctrine. A new spirit is taking hold on the local
level, as leaders and parish members join to make viable the mandate of the new
pontiff to revive the legacy of Jesus Christ to love one another, any and every
way possible.
Fr. THOMAS P. SWEETSER, S.J. Milwaukee
* * *
Time capsule
Heralds
of advancement These past 1,000 years Open doors of HOPE So ALL may
live life In the Center Of Gods Vision These next 1,000
years.
S. CLARA SCHERR Zuni, N.M.
* * *
We affirm that the elders and grandmothers in our society are
wisdom figures for the new millennium -- having survived with equilibrium the
wars, racial strifes, economic depressions, changing cultural patterns and
rapid technological advances of the 20th century.
THE PHILOSOPHERS ROUND TABLE FITCHBURG GREEN
HOUSING Fitchburg, Mass.
* * *
Letter to a new nation
We send this message to you in a primitive way, a mere bottle,
scrap of paper, born across the sea. We do this because we have relinquished
our moral infrastructure. Nothing is private. Nothing is secret.
This new millennium finds us at a loss to control ourselves. We
have become subjects of our appetites. We have failed to name the sources of
coercion used to manipulate our behavior. We labor under the false idea that
our culture is about loyalty, healing and caring. It is about money and the
power it brings. We have allowed others to cast a spell over us.
Orwells 1984 is here. It is international businesses
that direct our government, endow our schools and support our charities --
necessary components of their business plan of operation and profit. These
powerful businesses are Big Brother.
We warn you to wake up! Teach your children about our failure and
the lies we have swallowed.
A member of our human family, DONALD FRANCIS CUDDIHEE
SR. Greer, S.C.
* * *
In the spirit of the Jubilee Year, two dozen Racine, Wis.,
Dominican Sisters made a pilgrimage to the 13 holy places the community has
served in the Madison, Wis., diocese. They stopped at each parish to offer
thanksgiving and prayer for the congregation and to remember the sisters who
ministered there. The pilgrimage began with St. Norbert in Roxbury, Wis., where
the sisters ministry began in 1865 and continued for more than 100 years.
The last site visited was St. Mary, Janesville, where the Dominicans served
from 1913 to 1986. Over the years, 106 women joined the order from the
locations visited.
Sr. Joyce Ballweg, coordinator of the Siena Center, the
sisters motherhouse in Racine, said, We are part of who we are
today because of what we did in the past in the places where we
ministered.
Excerpted from a clipping from The Catholic Herald of
the Madison diocese sent by Sr. Renee Van Himberger, Racine, Wis.
* * *
At the end of this 20th century, we wrest with liberals who would
dilute the truth and with conservatives who would embalm it. But quietly,
imperceptibly, there are those who, like paper at the edge of a tangled forest,
wait under truths magnifying glass for the searing rays of Gods
love to ignite them and set ablaze the whole forest, clearing it for the new
millennium.
CAROL ANN TREVEY
Front Royal, Va.
* * *
Thy kingdom come
Said the one who sits on the throne: For 2000 years you have lapsed
into War and hatred, sorrow and want. When I would have wiped every
tear From your face and given you the Gift of life-giving
water.
Again I stand knocking at your door A new point of light, the
millennium Where I make all things new So that morning after morning
You may embrace love and joy, Pardon and peace.
Reclaim your
beautiful blue planet, Win the victory and inherit the earth. Build up
the Kingdom Lest someone rob you of your crown And a new hymn of
Revelation.
Sr. MARY KAY McNELIS, SSJ Erie, Pa.
* * *
As a woman made in the image of God, if I could light but one
paschal candle, on but one Holy Saturday, upon the altar of St. Peters in
Rome, I would hold in my hand that atheist manifesto of original sin, touch it
to the blessed flame of the New Fire and burn the mortgage.
CAROL JOY McDERMOTT Redwood City, Calif.
* * *
My message is not new. It has been sent in past millennia to my
neighbors, my children, my fellow citizens and has been taken seriously under
penalty of law:
- We cant shoot our neighbors over disputed fence
lines.
- We cant mine our political adversarys campaign
office.
- We cant take bombs to school.
- We cant deploy missiles to alternative churches.
- We cant build nuclear weapons in our garages.
If we violate these rules, we will be judged in a court with the
laws that keep us civilized.
Among nations, all of these rules are suspended, and violent
military resolutions are immortalized on film, in books, in songs, in medals of
honor. Parades and celebrations are used to validate the use of force by
countries throughout the world.
We can condemn child abuse, spousal abuse, gang warfare, but
internationally, violence is tolerated by our apathy and financed with our
taxes.
My message pleads for the laws used by the civilized community to
challenge our leaders in the next millennium. The rules of peace apply to
all.
PATRICIA McCUE Chicago
* * *
Being born, raised and schooled prior to Vatican II and having now
lived more than half my life after Vatican II, I constantly have to deal with
the ecclesiastical schizophrenia of one who looks for the harmony of the
50s while knowing full well it cannot be recaptured in or out of the
church.
The church in which I was baptized and received the sacraments is
of another age. I attended public school and always felt like a second-class
citizen in the parish. My parents persevered in the faith despite the Roman
regalia of Right and Very Reverends, bells and smells (too much incense),
publishing the lists of givers and the constant haranguing for more money from
the pulpit. I liked the idea of praying for peace and the end of the war. My
father and mother had a lot to pray for. I didnt realize we lived on the
economic edge. I remember my confirmation pledge not to drink any alcohol until
I was 21. Such was the love of God for the CCDer.
In college I studied religion for the first time. In
this Catholic university, the RCs were in the majority. I admired most of my
priest teachers from the diocese; they were like the chaplains I saw in the war
movies. There were a few flakes, and we all knew them; they were marked men. To
attend one religion class, the student had to regularly display a Bible, a
missal, a rosary and a scapular just to get in the door. Then you could learn
about Gods love.
After college, I was off to the seminary to follow a dream. Always
cognizant that I would/could be a wonderful husband and father, yet this may be
a higher calling and Id better see if its for me.
Thrown into the rigors of seminary life, I walked through the minor orders and
the emotional turmoil of the sub-diaconate (now abolished) and the promises of
celibacy. I took the final step Ad Sum, which led to my priestly
ordination.
Placed in a parish I had never heard of, with occupants I had
never met, I began my ministry in the midst of Vatican II. The civil rights
movement, war in Vietnam, the peace struggle, assassinations and youthful
exuberance were my milieu. I was assigned to a parish that went from 80 percent
white to 75 percent black in one year -- a societal challenge no one trained me
for in the seminary. I was caught up in the liturgy, civil rights, the War
Against Poverty and the excitement of Vatican II.
I spent many long nights at community meetings and then rose for
6:30 Mass in a church that was not air-conditioned.
I had the best of buddies of which many remain good friends 35
years later. We prayed, we partied, we played golf and had a great time
bringing the Kingdom of God to our people. The monthly get-togethers, called
Scotch and Scripture, symbolized the joy of brotherhood and prayer.
Then the sky fell in. Boom. First the Guidelines for Catechesis
and -- boom -- the encyclical Humanae Vitae. Our priests
association rebelled. We were interrogated over and over. The Inquisition had
returned. The red bellyband administrators vs. those in the trenches. Our
loyalty was questioned and freedom of conscience was up for grabs. A few weeks
later I along with 44 colleagues, all priests working hard in the archdiocese,
were suspended on the same day with very different remedial punishments. Fired!
What a way to end a career. My pastor, in an act of charity, gave me a $50 bill
and said he hoped it would all work out. Three of the four priests at our
parish were suspended.
Scared to death and far from home, we wondered what would happen
next. And what about those who were not with us on these issues? Some were
sympathetic; others were very angry with us. More work, fewer workers.
It was disappointing to learn that in the presbyterate and the
Mystical Body, only one bishop, Charlie Buswell of Pueblo, Colo., offered us
sanctuary until there was some resolution. Can you imagine? Just one. I
eventually concluded that this was not the institution to which I wanted to
devote the rest of my life.
In some strange manner, I was being liberated from the
organization and didnt realize it. In retrospect, we had a personnel
problem, not a doctrinal problem.
Falling in love with the right person at that time was another
grace. Romance can certainly help with the loneliness of a young, energetic
curate. This union was solid despite a few critics. Too early to make that
decision! After 30 years of marriage, I see the wisdom of the decision to
marry. Rome and Cardinal John Wright took another five years to settle the
question. By then, my youngest child was 4 years old.
And so the rest is history, church history at the end of the
century. Now, as we approach the millennium, I look forward to a more
democratic institution, guided by principles of ecumenism, free from simony or
its appearance, knowing that the church must change radically to support the
sacramental image of God.
I have had my ministry restored by the Commonwealth of Virginia
for which I work as the ecumenical chaplain at a large state institution. Here
we pray, sing, talk and give praise and glory to the God of us all, remembering
that God is in love with us. The children are grown, and the grandchildren soon
will follow in the tradition of love and caring. This is the legacy. We look
forward to but doubt our attendance at Vatican III.
GEORGE F. SPELLMAN Williamsburg, Va.
* * *
Time
Call back
East, Theyre an hour ahead, Call San Diego, Theyre still
in bed.
Cant save time, How hard we try; When time runs
out, Time to die. Alternative medicine, Miracle drugs, Stressless
living, Filtered air, Computer living Wont get us
there.
Write that poem, Paint that scene, Smell the
flowers, Dream that dream. We have one captain in control, Follow Him,
save our soul.
ELIZABETH FIASCHETTI Houston
* * *
As we reach the year 2000, it seems to me that being ordained a
priest in 1956 was one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given. To have
been part of the vast mosaic of Gods Providence for the greater part of
this century, I am tempted to say, cannot be topped by any previous age or part
thereof since the Apostles themselves.
With immense gratitude I look back on seminary days in Europe in
the 1950s, where the likes of Suhard, Micheneau, Cardijn, Coppens and Thils,
Teilhard de Chardin and Guardini and so many others were preparing an
atmosphere for an unexpected and unbelievable window opening about to take
place at the behest of the jolly, trusting and lovable Pope John XXIII.
My first years as a priest were the last of a nearly medieval
church whose practices included use of Latin, bounded traditions and the
priests back to the people, practices that symbolized in so many ways
otherworldly spirituality and the peoples second-class membership in the
body of Christ.
I can never forget the days and months of the Second Vatican
Council as a seemingly whole new church was being reassembled from past and
present. What wonder to have been an active part of a rising lay movement --
the Christian Family Movement, Cursillo, Marriage Encounter, family programming
and small Christian communities.
The strong sense of God among us has never wavered despite new
testings, a drive for an incomprehensible revisionism that a later generation
seems to be aiming for. Nevertheless, a new church-wide liturgical sense has
expanded and grown, prayer has been centered and deepened and I have aged 44
years in all of this panoply of life and love.
From a church secure behind its walls, I have witnessed a new
awareness and commitment to the world outside, led by brilliant treatises of a
strong series of popes, sensitive to an incarnational revelation in all its
demands of justice and possibilities of peace. We are Catholic as never before
and with a rebirth of scripture study, Christian, too. We are ever so much more
relational, like God, and we are wrestling with the issues of complete
equality, regardless of gender, ethnicity and even religion.
It has been and is evermore promising and exciting. With patience,
compassion and expanding wonder beyond the galaxies, I can only say from my
heart, Come, come, Lord Jesus.
Fr. GEORGE BEHAN Warwick, R.I.
* * *
With all the talk about the passage from 1999 to 2000, it might be
profitable to acknowledge that the year 2000 is not the first year of a new
millennium but the last year of the old one. Year 100 was the last year of the
first century, not the first year of the second century.
Amid all the celebration, we perhaps should take occasion
individually to reflect on our years in this past century with an eye to
improve our imaging of Christ in the new century.
LAWRENCE J. CROSS Dayton, Ohio
* * *
How can anyone say that one religion is as good as another? The
one thing that most religions and sects have in common is in striving to live a
moral life and to help our fellow man.
Otherwise there is worship of men, nature and/or multiple gods. If
one God is not the focus of religion, what kind of meaning does life have?
In the book I Became a Buddhist Monk, the author, when
asked by an interviewer, What are your expectations after death?
answered, Nothing.
MARY S. LONG Spencer, Ind.
* * *
Life questions for the next millennium
As we are slowly growing theologies of the moss-covered sciences
of evolution and ecology and painfully birthing a new reproductive morality,
science is racing ahead with theories of complex adaptive systems that may
change all our life questions. Here is a glimpse of what the
children of the third millennium may be taught in science class:
- Life is the result of a basic law of systems that makes life
inevitable.
- Life can only exist in narrow special conditions called
boundary layers. The surface of the earth is an example of such a boundary
layer because it is the boundary between solid earth and fluid sky. A boundary
layer is the ever-changing condition sometimes described as the edge of
chaos. If it can only exist under these always changing conditions, then
what are the eternal truths about life, and even our own lives?
- The process by which life is created and develops is always
internally driven and inherently unpredictable.
- Life is in the software, not the hardware.
If we expand on these concepts only slightly, we may see why the
church must be a participant in the life of the life questions of
the next millennium.
If life was inevitable here, then it must be inevitable
everywhere. Then what is our place, and how do we blend this knowledge with a
belief that God created us preferentially?
If life can only exist in the narrow boundary between anarchy and
stagnation, then what are the eternal truths about life and even about our own
lives?
If the process that creates life can only be internally driven
because life must emerge and adapt (which can only happen from the inside out)
then life cannot be created by an outside agent. If this is true, then how do
we image our creative God? How, then, is God all knowing, if this
principle says that there is no such thing as a knowable future? Is it possible
that God loves surprises?
If life is in the software, then life is in the organization, the
coming together. If this theory is true, then life is in the emergent, adaptive
relationships between the pieces and parts, not the pieces and
parts.
What makes something alive is its network of relationships. This
may represent a Copernican revolution. From Complexity by M. Mitchell
Waldrop, the old question was, What are the building blocks of
life? The new question is, How does the system behave?
If the answer to the new question is that the system starts with
simple internal relationships and develops complex behavior in an emergent and
adaptive manner, then the system is alive. What does this have to say about the
old wisdom of the value of relationships?
Does this help us understand our church? Does God only create
church from the bottom up with simple relationships such as love God, yourself
and your neighbor, which emerge into the rich behavior of gospel living? What
does this say about our efforts to create a living church from the top down?
Isnt it vital that our church enthusiastically participate in the
interpretation and integration of the life questions of the next
millennium?
JOHN HOUK Jackson, Ky.
* * *
The shape of things to come in the 21st century is still a great
mystery. However, I will put a message in a bottle for a grandchild yet to be
born. I could write about the century almost past, but much of it would be a
dark history. I prefer to see the new millennium to come with hope.
So, dear grandchild to be, here goes. You will be born a healthy
baby and will grow up in vibrant good health. Your whole life will be healthy.
You will live at least to the ripe old age of 100. You will also know the glow
of being emotionally and mentally sound.
You will live in harmony with friends and family. The doors of all
churches will be open to all, and hate and prejudice will be known no more. If
you choose, someday you will marry. You will enjoy a long and happy marriage.
Schools will teach how to be a good marriage partner and how to be a good
parent. Schools as well as churches will teach ethics and morals; children will
grow up knowing clearly what is right and wrong.
You will choose a profession or an occupation and pursue it,
working with enjoyment and a minimum of stress. You will be able to profit from
a small business of your own or profit from working for a large organization.
You will not be a number but an integral part of the whole, and your input will
always be respected.
There will be no more hungry people. No children will go to bed
starving. Proper shelter and clothing will be given for all. Greedy people who
indulge themselves in gourmet foods, expensive cars, yachts, clothes and the
like will be exceedingly rare. There will exist in mankind an awareness that by
so living others will suffer deprivation. Yes, finally there will be that
awareness!
There will be no more silent springs. All will work
with the recommendations of environmentalists to keep our precious planet
clean, beautiful and livable, without toxic wastes of any kind. Catastrophes of
nature will be largely foreseen and carefully prepared for.
The unborn and the aged as well as the handicapped will be
accepted and taken care of with a tender wisdom. No one will be pushed aside;
no one will be thrown on the trash heap. There will be a minimum of crime and
criminals. To those who choose to follow a path against society, incarcerations
will be humane. There may indeed be life imprisonments, but no one will be
murdered as punishment for the crime committed. Mercy will prevail on all
levels of society. Yes, finally there will be mercy!
This, dear grandchild to be, is my message for you. I may not be
around to share this with you, but I beg you not to call this a mere fantasy.
After all, remember that ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE.
JEAN HAMPTON Middlebury, Vt.
* * *
An enormous overhaul and development are sorely needed in the
theology of marriage at this point of a new millennium. This is a description
of the sacrament as I believe it should be practiced today.
A couple should marry civilly and live their lives as best they
can in accord with the gospel call of love for each other. Should they, at any
point in their lives together, become aware that they have an unconditional
love for each other, a love they believe is akin to the compassionate love
Jesus had for us, they should go to the parish community and so declare. The
parish priest or leader will set a time and date for them to appear before the
parish community. At this gathering -- preferably at Sunday Eucharist -- they
will declare that they have this love and wish to celebrate the sacrament of
marriage. The priest and the parishioners will witness this declaration and
celebrate with them the sacrament.
Such a dignifying and recognizing of the sacredness of the
sacrament of marriage will strip away all trivializing of the sacrament, as is
so often the case in many weddings. Such an attitude and manner of celebrating
the sacrament will relieve many of the intolerable burden of living in a
loveless marriage or living as divorced persons.
Should a couple learn that the love they thought they had fell
short of the deep unconditional love of Christ for the church, let them civilly
divorce as they civilly married. They are in a position then of trying again
for this sacramental love they so desire. It is to be celebrated, however, only
after a time together when they both feel secure in this love.
Such a fitting of the sacrament of marriage into our communities
is a recognition of love as the substance of the sacrament. Such a manner of
celebrating the sacrament does away with the need of the institutional ruse of
calling a divorce a declaration of nullity.
Such a manner of handling our Christian marriages makes us all
aware of our calling to be bright and glowing lights and signs of Gods
love. Then will we the church be signs of Gods kingdom on earth.
BILL PICARD Brecksville, Ohio
* * *
Grief or joy
In the
new millennium, like today well keep fighting against God in
all trying to get our way as a tyrant enslaved to our mounting terror,
rage and despair of getting neglected, abused and rejected by lying and
cheating to keep secrets that drive, torment and seduce us into staying
trapped, lazy and wasted in the Hell of strife, bitterness and
hopelessness to glorify Chaos, the suicidal fake, our greedy, vicious and
lost self of tyranny that worsens with each pain, hate and failure being
toxic grief, the terrified field of pride tearing our head, gut and heart
apart to flaunt our progressive insanity.
Or well keep trying
to please Him as His wife trusting in His guidance, forgiveness and
help to go thru our fear, anger and despair of getting neglected, abused
and rejected by telling truths, correcting wrongs and serving needs that
keep us free, diligent and fulfilled growing in wisdom, strength and
courage in the Bliss of peace, gratitude and hopefulness to glorify Him,
the Just Self giving all His total life of tough but true faith, love and
hope, the perfect gift of deepening grace that heals each pain, hate and
failure being quiet Joy, the Holy Youth of truth, our head, gut and heart
found together loving all equally with grateful wonder.
G.K. FITZGERALD Santa Barbara, Calif.
* * *
A vision
Last night, Sept. 8, an incredible thunderstorm filled the dark
heavens, electrifying the air with a spectacular light show! As I stood
watching the breathtaking golden webs of celestial energy dance wildly in the
wind and rain, I had a vision of Millennium Mary, for Sept. 8 is the feast of
Marys birth.
Our rooftop was singing like fiddles as the holy water poured out
of the thundering sky. Our tall, beautiful sunflowers, standing with the corn,
swayed to the prophetic sign of the times. Mary was dancing in our
backyard.
I had just finished writing about womens ordination when the
thunder and the storm struck. What timing! Looking out our glass doors to the
sky, I sensed a grandmother out there somewhere, just like me.
The newspapers may say it was a storm from Baja, but on
Marys birthday I stood and watched the hopeful, golden faces of the
sunflowers looking up at the birthday party of natures Magnificat
creation. Suddenly as the sky lit up, I saw her grandmotherly face.
Mary looked like all the blessed grandmothers I am and know. She
even wore glasses. And she looked happier than her old but forever young statue
because I could see grandchildren.
A 747 passed in the still-booming thunderstorm, its red and white
lights a hopeful chariot of changing times. Maybe I should try to speak to
Grandmother Mary. I could ask her if there is hope for women priests.
At that same moment, I saw faces of grandchildren whispering into
Marys ear, Happy birthday, Grandma. We love you as you
are.
A tear of joy ran down my glass door window as the storm of hope
rolled on into the bright lightning and thunder of the morning 9/9/99. A
morning star rising in our hearts. Grandmothers love from heaven.
CAROLE FREDERICK Woodside, Calif.
* * *
He was getting ready to go to college, and we were walking on the
beach at the Jersey Shore. It was a warm July night, 20 years ago. I had known
him for several years and came to love him and his family. I remember that
night well. He was looking ahead, wondering about his options and the roads
that were there for the taking and the going, and we were talking about those
things. Suddenly he looked out at the ocean and said, his voice starting to
crack, that he hoped he could do it. I hope I do OK, he said. And I
told him that he would. I knew then as I know now of a goodness in him that is
a blessing to all who know him.
He went to college and did well. Then he graduated, got a good
job, fell in love and married a wonderful woman. I witnessed their vows, and it
was a real pleasure for me to hear them promise lifelong love to each
other.
They began their married life, and so many things fell into place.
But a baby was long in coming. There were several very worrisome years,
and then a baby girl arrived. He wrote me all along, sharing with me their
anxieties and then their joys when she arrived. I could not attend the
christening but remember thinking about them on that day and hoping all the
best for the new threesome.
Several weeks ago, my friend wrote to me and said there were
problems. Their little girl, now 2, has yet to speak a word and does not seem
to tune in to sounds around her. They are in the process of taking her for
tests.
They have been on my mind a lot. I think of them before falling
off to sleep, and find myself talking to them, talking to him. Several times I
am back on that beach, and my eyes are shut and we are walking and I am
listening to him, and I tell him again that all will be fine. I hear the waves,
see the moon, hear his voice. Is that a prayer? I hope so.
I recently read of a woman who thinks of those she loves and
offers them to God in thanksgiving and warm thoughts of love. Her exact words
were I hold them up to God.
When I think about those words I hope. I hope about all the times
I think of those I love. For I hope I am right, that my quiet love does some
good. I cannot honestly say that I pray for them, as if my words could secure
for them whatever help they needed -- light, goodness or whatever. Something
about loved ones comes to me in the peace and quiet of my nights, when my heart
is going over the days and years of my life and resting on those from whom I
have learned to give and receive love. And in doing so I feel near them -- and
near something of God.
There is much about what I am writing that is incomplete. The
tests for the baby are still to be done. And I feel the pain of her mom and
dad. They want to do good and be good. But something is happening in their
lives that is making them long for a special kind goodness and certitude. Their
baby will need a quality of care and attention that will be very specific to
her needs: perhaps to her silence, to her not hearing like most other children
do. They are on another beach, and I am sure that there are tears and a longing
for knowing so many things. I am here and cannot walk with them and listen. But
I hold them close to me in my heart, and know that a real goodness and
certitude shall be theirs.
What has the church been this century, and what will it be like in
the next? There has been and will be reform. There have been and will be
prophets and popes, moments of grace and failure, arrogance and sublimity.
There will be scandals and genuine shining examples of goodness, heroism,
sacrifice. All in all, it has been and will be a church doing its best to
follow an extraordinary Light.
There will be a church that hopes for good things. But there will
be those who will need special love, special care. They will know need because
they will never be able to speak as well as they should or hear as they might
or even know as they ought. In their eyes, their ears, their hearts and minds
and in their need for goodness and love, God will show to each and every
generation what the church is. People will seek what is complete, and God will
be born incomplete -- and call forth from men and women a special and exacting
kind of love.
And so there will be church, not from our reforms and plans, as
needed as these might be. But church from our need to walk with each other and
listen for whom we are and how we can be of some good.
A young man asked me once if he would be OK; if he would do what
is right. We walked a beach, and it was dark and saw no bottles with messages
about a church that was or will be. There may have been one, or even two,
bobbing in the surf. We were walking and listening, caring and hoping. Good
comes his way as I write this. I am sure of that.
So place this in a bottle and throw it into the sea. Maybe some
night, a long time from now, it will wash ashore on a faraway beach, where
people walk and share their hopes, and, in doing so, become the message in a
bottle that washes up at their feet.
Fr. JAMES STEPHEN BEHRENS, OCSO Conyers, Ga.
* * *
I propose a new image of the Trinity, one that resembles the three
figures in The Gleaners by the artist Jean-Francois Millet (1814-1875).
Gleaners are workers who follow harvesters, carefully hand picking each spear
of leftover grain. They value the insignificant, the negligible, the leftovers
not considered profitable by those who reaped the choice portions. The Gleaner
God works, cries and laughs with us at our office, school, sick bed, kitchen
sink, dinner table, field. The Gleaner God walks quietly and softly at our
side, asking us to tread lightly upon our earth, which sustains us.
Sr. RUTH FOX, OSB Richardton, N.D.
* * *
As this new millennium approaches, I pledge to continue to be a
prophet speaking out for the ordination of women. I pledge to recognize the
gift of my own priesthood, to be the priest who ministers to my own family and
to Gods family.
KATHY SULLIVAN VANDENBERG Waukesha, Wis.
* * *
The Book of Genesis tells us God created two great lights, one to
rule the day and one to rule the night. My two great lights, both a
disappointment, have been the church and the government.
I thought the churchs light would be turned on by Vatican
II. I thought my church would reform and become the center of Christian life
for my community. Im 73 now, in the twilight of my life, and my church
has failed to live up to its potential. I pray that you who come after me will
see this light, the great light of the day.
My second great light, our countrys government, has failed
to shine brightly, also. Money from all directions has perverted the path of
good government. When things get very bad, people will accept any strong ruler,
even a dictator. To prevent this, we must move the center of power out of
Washington to the people, all the people. We must abolish representative
legislation and go to a pure democracy. Money will have a much harder time
buying off 300 million people than 535 legislators.
I pray the following generation will see these two great lights.
My time is short, but you might see them. God bless you all.
JIM TAUNT Phoenix
* * *
There is a pair of lovers whose uniquely tragic story spans
practically the entire second Christian millennium. The philosopher/theologian
Peter Abelard was born in its first century (1079), his lover Heloise was born
at the start of its second. Their story was celebrated in masterpieces that are
already ancient: Chaucers Canterbury Tales, and Francois Villons
Where Are the Snows of Yesteryear? Weaving its sad beauty through
almost our entire millennium, it is worthy to be the love story of any
millennium.
Fr. JOSEPH GALLAGHER Baltimore
* * *
Many of us enter the new millennium still seeking God, therefore,
retreat, take time to simplify, pray, reflect and find rhythm and rest in our
lives, so we can advance into this next thousand years at peace.
WILLIAM RINCK Coram, Mont.
* * *
A Millennium Dream
I have a dream. That one day soon, humankind will wake up and see
with new eyes. Scales will fall from our eyes, and we will behold the world as
if seeing it for the first time. What will we see? Not $$ or commodities, not
objects to be controlled for human profit and comfort, but a living system,
alive in its parts and in the whole. Short-term goals will yield to the longer
vision of the kind of world we want to leave our children and the children of
all the species. It can happen in this new time of the 21st century and the
third millennium. It just takes waking up.
Sr. DOROTHY OLINGER, SSND St. Paul, Minn.
* * *
About a dozen years ago, I was a candidate with the Tiffin (Ohio)
Franciscans. A young priest from Tanzania asked me, Why would an American
girl with lots of education and opportunities even consider the religious
life?
My answer sort of popped out of me, Because in this country,
right here, right now, we are creating the church that is going to the stars. I
believe, with every ounce of my being, that we humans are not going to be
forever caught on this small planet. I believe that humans will venture far
into space, and I believe the church will be there with them. The church that
will go to the stars will have to be flexible and real. As I look around, I see
that church being born. I want to be a part of the story.
In those dozen years since, I came to realize that my vocation was
not to religious life. I have since immersed myself in a local campus ministry
program where it has been my privilege to watch and help nurture the growth of
future leaders of the church. I have come to see that we have some very real
problems right here on this planet, and that we need to work together to solve
them. However, even in the midst of poverty, sweatshops, female mutilation, we
need to occasionally look up and out and know that in the millennium to come,
when we have solved these problems, the stars await.
ELIZABETH RODRIGUIZ Ypsilanti, Mich.
* * *
The chain of faith
January 1, 2000 12:01 a.m. Look back: 2,000 years of faith Ahead: the 3rd
millennium A chain of faith stretches back unbroken to that one
earth-shattering fiat Two thousand years of witnesses repeat Mary's word:
fiat Peter, Prisca, Paul: fiat The chain is firm. Scholastica,
Benedict, Stephen, Elizabeth: fiat Jean, Ita, Oscar: fiat And now I stand
at the edge of two millennia. Courage Lord, give me courage that my small
link in the chain of faith will Hold as time tests the lives of God's
faithful ones.
ELAINE HANUS Cambridge, Md.
* * *
Millennium thought:
We celebrate 2000 years of the Christ-Gift to our world, and we
observe 2000 years of a world still struggling with Jesus and His message of
Salvation. HE is WORD and LIGHT and LIFE, and we human beings are still deaf
and blind.
JERRY HACKER Keystone Heights, Fla.
* * *
Though 99 fades away And 2000 bombards in,
Jesus Is!
MARY STUART McMILLEN
Rancho Palos Verdes, Calif.
* * *
Loving God, on this eve of the new millennium, enable us your
cherished daughters and sons, to integrate the prophetic call to justice as we
passionately work for peace and justice in every corner of our world!
Sr. RUTH KETTMAN, CSJ Ft. Mitchell, Ky.
* * *
In 1976, as a 23-year-old director of religious education, I
placed a host into my mother's hand and said, This is the Body of
Christ. After Mass, my mother said, You know, I always hoped I
would someday receive Communion from one of my children. I just never dreamed
it would be my daughter doing it! Growing up in Solon, Ohio, I, too,
never had such a dream.
When times get confused or even discouraging, when the dreams of
the Second Vatican Council seem very far away indeed, I console myself with the
realization that the Spirit is still working on this motley, loving church.
What we have accomplished as women in the church cannot be undone,
unlearned or forgotten. Change is not only coming, it is here.
MARY CUMMINS WLORDARSKI Dayton, Ohio
* * *
Y2K may change nothing, save our modes of thinking. Therein lies
hope for the future.
A. PRESTON MOSER Medford, Ore.
* * *
I think partnership between the sexes will bring about peace in
families and, ultimately, peace in the world. Patriarchal control, control by
fear and legalism, will no longer be respected. Before this can take place,
many years of bitter conflict between women and men will take place. For
example, women working for the church will strike nationally and
internationally at key times of the liturgical year in order to make their
point. The church in return may retaliate with suspensions and excommunications
against these brazen, activist women.
PAT BONNEAU-WHITE Las Cruces, N.M.
* * *
Could this be the finis, the apocalyptic end or could
it be the beginning of a life as yet unknown where seeds of peace and
justice and eternal love are sown.
MARY ANN RYK Downers Grove, Ill.
* * *
Mindfulness Inititates Loss of Large
Egos Nudging Novices Into Unfettered Mysticism
BILL McCLELLAN Fort Collins, Colo.
* * *
Everything will be different when you get this letter.
Yet you who open this will breathe the air of that time and place that
was my own, where or so I thought, everything would make sense
eventually and love would find its place, but perhaps nothing at all will be
new, Same glass, same ink, same hopes, same me, same
you.
LUKE MARCELLO Lake Charles, La.
* * *
Couldnt we have a little silence? Just for a
while A whispering, twilight silence When we might say no to what
is Too much, too fast For even now is too late Each pause wasted
chance Every instant a raucous insistence Seek Buy Know Answer
Swapping mystery for omnipotence In a cosmic sucker bet
MARY HENOLD Rochester, N.Y.
* * *
Sistine Chapel, November
1958:
The crowd cheered, the short, rotund figure the world came to love
stepped forward and in a booming baritone blessed the crowd. None in the square
or the world realized what a difference this farmer from northern Italy would
make in the church, the world, my life. And I was there at the beginning!
THOMAS F. HINSBERG Cedar, Mich.
* * *
Like shooting star I came Surprised, surprising,
To the doorway that opens to the universe. And now, oh adventurer, I ask
myself: Where are you going, and from whence have you
come?
GENE BLEIDORN Wauwatosa, Wis.
* * *
A hundred years ago, the head of the physics department at Harvard
University discouraged applicants for the physics program, assuring them that
all the major discoveries in physics had already been made. In terms both human
and cosmic, Gods creation will always surprise us.
JIM ORGREN Williamsville, N.Y.
* * *
The next millennium must find us moving well beyond the bounds of
definition and defense back to the apostolic, and thus relationally authentic,
declaration of Good News. What is this gospel, this Good News? Christ died,
rose and will come again. Where and how? Within the context of our
relationships: hurting, helping, hopeful.
DONALD P. RICHMOND Loomis, Calif.
* * *
No one disputes the little changes that go on like a leaky faucet.
The children grow, the dog mellows, the vegetables in the drawer mold, moods
swing. My favorite priest says all things work for good with God. Perhaps it is
so.
PATRICIA CAROL Wilmington, Del.
* * *
All of you to follow us will be shaped by the hands of compassion
that we lay into the very structure of life on Earth.
Sr. GAIL WORCELO, CP Weston, Vt.
* * *
After Rouaults
Road to Emmaus
Maybe while they
walk The familiar road And talk the usual thing Maybe she Left
beside them Is embraced In their embarrassed silence.
ANNE HEUTTE Washington
* * *
In the third millennium, Jesus needs followers, not fanatics;
witnesses, not warriors; disciples, not defenders. The pope, instead of wagging
fingers at the evil world, should warmly embrace it, to transform
it through love.
Fr. PAUL VELIYATHIL Coral Springs, Fla.
* * *
I hope that a cure for AIDS will be found. I hope that by the time
the bottle is opened we will have openly gay and lesbian bishops and cardinals,
and that our pope, be he or she gay or lesbian, will hang the Pride Flag from
the Vatican window.
BRUCE ZEHNLE Scotch Plains, N.J.
* * *
We celebrate being part of this extended family as we look back
with gratitude to our intrepid and hardy ancestors and look ahead to welcome
and to find room for each new child to come among us. Carpe diem. May our
hearts and homes be open in this new millennium to fully receive life and all
that is life-giving from the Source and Giver of life.
Sr. KATHY LYZOTTE, OCSO Dubuque, Iowa
* * *
And now, beside the usually foremost, Love, we also focus on Hope
and Faith. Best in 2000 and 2000s more.
PATRICK, KRISTINE and CAITLIN KELLY Woodbury,
Minn.
* * *
WHY2K?
Thats the question imprinted on the front of Jewish T-shirts
and sweatshirts. Whats all the commotion, it asks, when its the
year 5760? Its meant to remind Christians that Gods love, his
concern for humanity, has been going on for much longer than 2,000 years.
AUGUST J. UTTICH McHenry, Ill.
* * *
Just to believe
Born
just weeks before Hiroshima I was 17 when Cuban missiles aimed toward
Atlanta, my home. Dad was on the road, and my mother and I made
plans To live in the basement. At that age, I could not imagine growing
old, not because of the invincible shield of youth but because I
thought some fool would someday soon let the big one fly, and it would
be all over in a matter of minutes.
Imagine this: After a life of
thinking about death, I was diagnosed with depression In my mid-30s. I
survived Because others prayed me through it And believed I could. I
tried to believe, too, but it was dark for a long time.
When the
Berlin Wall came down, the stones around my heart had already
collapsed, and I had learned at last to love. Then I thought just
maybe hope could fly and raise this planet from its path of
self-destruction.
Still, I could not imagine I would live to greet a
new millennium.
I plan to stay home this New Years Eve and keep
watch until sunrise that first day. I want to pray the earth
forward, not to deny its atrocities, not to neglect its starving or its
illness, not to escape the violence, but just to believe through that
long winter night, just to believe.
FLO WALSH Atlanta
* * *
Bottle poem
Chronos-kairos time flow down the millennium every second
counts.
JULIE HOUY Pacific Grove, Calif.
* * *
Do not sink into the American Dream completely
anesthetized. If you kick the old man wrinkles cannot hide,
prepare yourself for an empty old age. If you scorn the young, you scorn
your youth: your abandon, your ideals, your willingness to risk. Honor
the old wherever you see them. Nourish the sage. Cherish the
young. Refuse to be processed. If God hated us, God would indeed have
made us perfect, but God cut a chunk out of each glorious shape;
threw us all a curve; carved a yearning so deep -- a pathos, a tragic
flaw, a lump of ore, a grief. Devote yourself to what befalls you with
courage. Refuse the mantle of victimhood, of forev- er being an adult
child of this or that. Use your last name whenever you introduce
yourself. Our ancestors live on in us. Dont be threatened by ideal
families. They dont exist and never have. Grieve for the damage we
have inflicted on ourselves. Repent, accept forgiveness, forgive. We
have a divine spark, a political connec- tion to all that is. Resist the
defense of a full schedule -- the completely controlled day, the
impossibility of a spontaneous act. Be subversive. Think about how each
nuclear bomb is a present day abuse: an insult to our common humanity, a
daily spilling of our blood into the source. Educate your therapist to
think commu- nally, politically. Challenge your pastor to preach
nonviolence. Give your neighbor in 12A the courtesy of an introduction.
Begin The spiritual discipline of nourishing the local. Kiss the
earth. Kill your television. Practice turning your back on the American
Dream. Refuse to be caught up in the sound and fury of ever expanding
growth -- the economy. Dare to hope. Search for what is changeless in
you. Pray to recognize what must change.
ROBERT THIEFELS Hinesburg, Vt.
* * *
My hope is that we will all take seriously the need to connect in
understanding with people of the Muslim faith. My fear is that if we do not
make this bridge we will not have peace in the world.
MARYANN S. PICARD Brecksville, Ohio
* * *
To thrive is the goal, but only small segments experience that.
Our century is still on a level of survival. This is my prayer shared with you.
May we aspire to tap our wondrous capacities for goodness, love and generosity
of spirit, to be for more than self. May we base our lives on the simplest, yet
most profound truth: Love gives life. If this is fantasy, survival is the best
we can hope for.
Fr. MARK FRANCESCHINI, OSM Hillside, Ill.
* * *
Shift
All the hype
and superstition. Looking for the profound. Gibberish. Look at the
numbers. Same as they were and will be. Only the order is
different. The truth is constant. One God. Different names. God of
love and welcome. Dump the fears. Leave the astrologers. Avoid the
psychics. They are wrong. God is here. Always has been. Nothing
new. Know the joy. Embrace the light. Feel the calm. Live the
peace.
[DEBBIE] BRADLEY Red Wing, Minn.
* * *
Respect existence, Life, consciousness And
conscience. Respect mystery.
JACK HOHENSTIN Philadelphia
* * *
Dont woe men! Pope Paula I and a majority
of women in the curial senate will include you.
Sr. ELIABETH DELMORE, CSJ St. Paul, Minn.
* * *
In the new millennium let us determine to live the New Covenant as
directed by Christ: Love the Lord with all your heart, with all your
soul, with all your mind and with all your strength. Love your neighbor as
yourself. In these thousand years we will be preparing the way of the
Lord.
RUTH S. HOSEK Addison, Ill.
* * *
Litany for the journey
That as we bid farewell to the old millennium we say with T.S.
Eliot, Not fare well, but fare forward, voyagers. That we check
what baggage to leave at the border and what to carry over. That we realize the
greatest minds of the past were not computers. That the greatest
accomplishments were not deeds done in our lifetime alone. And that the good
souls who now sleep within the brackets of the last millennium can rest in
peace, knowing that we who step over the great divide carry with us their best
wisdom, virtue and love.
BARBARA HOFFMAN Dunmore, Pa.
* * *
My life spans most of this century. Born in 1908, I have witnessed
so many surprising changes that I know nothing is impossible with God. In the
area of church liturgy, I listened for years to statements of a universal
language that would never change, or a ritual that was fixed forever --
statements that became more forceful in the 1950s. I guess fear fed into the
clergys proclamations. Then along came Pope John XXIII and the Second
Vatican Council. Now I know that was just the beginning of a long overdue
catching up with the reality of the evolving world. I hope I live to see women
and married men in all the leadership roles of the church, up to and including
a papacy that will have been renewed.
Sr. MARY LOYOLA ENGEL, CIJ Rockville Centre,
N.Y.
* * *
I pray our church would create an authentic environment for
reconciliation between people with disabilities and those who are not disabled;
people who are poor and people who have wealth; men and women, old and young,
conservatives and liberals, parents and children, the educated and illiterate;
perpetrators of crime and victims of crime; families broken by divorce, buried
and painful memories, alcoholism or abuse.
Fr. JOSEPH A. MULCRONE Chicago
* * *
Is our honesty to ourselves, to those we know and love, to our
spiritual yearnings, to our society and to our nation so forged in our cauldron
of time, endurance and sacrifice that, as we emerge at journeys end, we
will always be known as truth-tellers?
JEROME R. STRATTON Littleton, Colo.
* * *
When the NCR invited even the most impossible hopes to be
aired, our wildest visions for the future, this was the foremost hope of mine:
The institutional church claiming affiliation with the one from Nazareth would
outlaw participation in the armies of nations. It would further include in its
liturgy of baptism and in its canon law the renunciation of violence as a
condition of membership in the church. The advocacy of violence at the
personal, family, national and international levels would be cause for perusal
and investigation by the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. Any
reports issuing from the congregation would begin with these standard words:
In the light of the teachings and the example of the Lord Jesus to Peter
and his apostles to put up the sword and to bear up under persecution for
my names sake, it is the judgment of this body. ...
The church on earth would have another face. It would have fewer
members. It would be ostracized and persecuted by the democratic good
guys. The priests who were formerly chaplains in the army would have a
different function. They would be camp followers who would solicit the former
Catholic soldiers and counsel them in the ways of conscientious objectors.
Unreal? Certainly. As unreal as the kingdom of God touted by the
prophet from the hills of Galilee. So unreal that only a hope born of mystery
and generated by grace could account for it. It is the type of hope found in a
message in a bottle.
BILL PICARD Brecksville, Ohio
* * *
My question for the next millennium: Will democracy and
Catholicism provide convincing alternatives to materialism and the injustices
of unbridled global capitalism?
STEPHEN V. RILEY Sarasota, Fla.
* * *
My prayer in the new millennium is that we might rediscover the
message from forever, that dimension of life lived in the
dreamtime in harmony with all creation, and hear once again the
music of the spheres, the song of glory.
Sr. ROSEMARIE, OSC Hermitess, Cahuilla Indian
Reservation, Calif.
* * *
My work desk holds a large seashell, relic of a past respite.
Walking along the seashore, I noticed a beautiful and unblemished remnant swept
in by the tides. When lifted from the sands, it revealed a broken, mottled
underside. I kept the shell. It reminds me of humanity and of the possibilities
of change.
BARBARA MILLER Wayne, Ill.
* * *
Opportunities to write, sing, speak, sculpt, paint, teach, weave
will be ours. The future seems to hold possibilities unlimited. But only if we
continue to grow in our understanding of who we are and how the grace of God is
involved. The choice is ours.
HARSH BROWN Columbia, Mo.
* * *
Malls will be almost replaced by Internet shopping. Space travel
will become common. Cities will be established in space. Cars will be driven
automatically, on tracks. No one will ask about race, because all humanity will
be a blend of many races. What will be done with the knowledge gained in the
field of human genetics will either dazzle our minds or totally repulse us. The
millennium is ours.
MARY JO LISBORG Fayetteville, N.Y.
* * *
Genie 2000 A.D.
rom
a womb of water came the earth And the eternal Word, fruitful, one with
God; That Word submerged today by human din And heard with deadened
ears. Now our denatured thinking we return To Living Waters, source and
form Of all that is, time past and far tomorrow, The one all-knowing
Word. Come forth again, oh Holy One, Refashion us in Gods own
truth, You in Whom we only and forever are.
AMY L. LANDRY Sun City West, Ariz.
National Catholic Reporter, January 7, 2000
[corrected 01/21/2000]
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