Sunday, January 27, 2013

One Heart, One Mind!


Life has way of calling one to change and grow; this never ceases to amaze me.  This past weekend was Central’s Kairos (word means a time when the conditions are right for the accomplishment of a crucial action) Retreat.  This retreat is designed for our Senior division.  The ultimate goal of the retreat is to call all back to God.  A series of talks are given and through the witness of the speakers and the conversation that follows, all experience God.   I happen to know this class well as I’ve taught them for two academic years.  They have a reputation for being a rowdy and rambunctious class.  This retreat, however, proved to be a time of introspection and conversion (based on my observation) for many of them.  It compelled me to do some soul-searching myself; one cannot experience something like this and not be moved.

On the last night, I was leading my group in a closing session, “affirmation.”  It was here I received, simultaneously, a great compliment and critique from a wise student.  He told me I was one of the greatest teachers he’s ever known and he has the utmost respect for me.  He went on to say, though, that he was disappointed in some of the destructive choices I’ve made.  He believed that I could do better.  Wow!  No student had ever put it so poignantly and direct.  His words struck me like a 2x4 across the face.  For a moment, I felt like a father who, unaware of the influence he wields, did something terrible to offend his son.  The student was afraid to share because he thought I would be offended.  In response, I expressed my pride in his ability to speak his truth with love.  I went on to say that I was sorry for not being the best role-model.  This apology, however, is in vain if I choose to continue to live the same way. 

Earlier in the day, I shared my personal story of obstacles faced in my short 30 years of life on this earth.  I spoke earnestly and respectfully (of myself and to the students) of destructive decisions I’ve made regarding alcohol and sex.  These issues have caused harm and pain to many others as well as myself.  I attributed these regrettable actions to boredom and loneliness.  These actions are evidence of the fact that, in a way, I live two lives.  I have my life as an educator and role-model and I have a life outside the school.  Of course it is ok to have a life outside school, in fact, it is a necessity.  Why, though, must there be no transparency in how I live my life off campus?  Why can’t I live the message of the material I teach?  What inhibits me from conversion and change?  Indeed, the spiritual life is rife with failure, boredom, mystery, and loneliness.  Many a spiritual masters have referred to these instances or periods of life as “dark nights of the soul.”

When I do experience these “dark nights” then I’m glad to be part of Sobremesa.  Community reminds that no one is an island existing totally alone.  If individualism and the “American Way” of doing things ultimately causes boredom, loneliness, or dis-ease with oneself, then Community is the cure.  Community calls me to pray with God who proves that none are alone.  Because of community, I’m reminded that I need to live one life not two.  I need to be transparent so that I can live my vocation better and work to effect positive change in the world.  I need to be the best man I can be. 

If we are, in deed, about making the world a better place then we must be of one heart and one mind; we must be in community.  This insight reminds me of a line from Acts 4:32, “The whole congregation of believers was united as one—one heart, one mind (http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=acts%204:32&version=MSG)!  Today, I’m giving thanks for my vocation and my life in community.  These realities are like a spring of wisdom and inspiration in my life!  I challenge you to examine how community is something that you need in this very private and individual culture we live in.  If you are interested in continuing the conversation then please email us at sobremesamlc@gmail.com.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Adventure Continues

Sobremesa has been blessed with so many things and people... There are times when I just sit back (in AWE) and breath in the Good News. It's amazing. I liken it to times when I have been filled with pride and love for my family and their accomplishments (my sister and her wedding, my cousin getting into Penn State and on and on). Louie achieved the Marianist Heritage Award at Central Catholic on Friday. I was blessed to attend the Chaminade Day mass with his family and the Central Catholic Community. It was a special mass to attend as I was yet again surrounded with Marianists...both vowed and lay Marianists. To top it off... to have Louie receive the award and speak was an inspiring thing. He truly does live out the Marianist Charism in such an intentional way. I am thankful to have him as my community mate, challenging me to live in the same manner and supporting me as we bring our community to the greater community. It's awesome. Congratulations Louie.
The past two Fridays have been filled with interviews from Chaminade College Preparatory West Hills Middle School. My friend, Kate, teaches religion there and "brought me in" via skype to share what it is like to be Lay Marianist and to live in community. Although I have opportunities to talk about community and live out the Charism... our interviews excited me. They reminded me of the opportunity and gift community is.... and helped change my perspective on the changes Sobremesa is experiencing. There are other things that have helped change my perspective: talking to Louie EXTENSIVELY, talking with Bro. Mike (our Spiritual Guide/Companion on the Journey), praying, and seeing Jhonny and Clare together. It is sad to see Clare go. But it is beautiful to see her love Jhonny, to see her in love with her new community. I pray that Clare feels our support and love for her and Jhonny.
The students reminded me that both Louie and I chose to do this every day. That we both struggle with accommodating each other and living with radical hospitality towards not only ourselves, but our greater community. They challenged me to think about the challenge it is to be Lay Marianist... the responsibility/call to serve others. To think about how Sobremesa has a blank canvas... what are we going to do with it. What i give up by saying YES to community and Sobremesa. They reminded me that Sobremesa does not exist only within the house at Norman Lane... but within the greater Marianist world... and San Antonio world. It only exists because of the continued support of our friends and family.... YOU!!!
Both Louie and I have come to the conclusion that there is so much more for us here within Sobremesa. The call is here.... and now.... and I think we are both feeling the Spirit.
Last week, Louie eluded to the call to community... and if that was something you would/could be called to. If that is the case, we want to talk to you! Email us (sobremesamlc@gmail.com), call us, post a comment. We want to start the conversation, continue the conversation.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Take Courage


“Take courage, it is I, do not be afraid.”

One could spend their life living in a perpetual state of fear and darkness, or one could take courage and trust in God’s grace and spirit.  I firmly believe that our fledgling community, Sobremesa, is at a crossroads of sorts.  Where do we go from here?  Should we fold the towel and close the doors while we’re still ahead?  Should we continue on this journey?  These are the questions we face as members of an intentional community in 21st century and they are not exactly comforting questions.

It is always bittersweet to see someone depart community. Regardless of why that person left, the transition is tough.  Clare has been with the community since August 2011 and I am used to her being around, so it hard to see her go.

Putting the three of us under one roof proved to be a difficult challenge.  There were many times we wondered how we best could work together because of our different personalities.  In the final analysis, it is apparent that somewhere along our collective journey, communication broke down; a hard reality to face and admit!  Because of this break down we lost a member.

It should be said that I’m glad to know that Clare can live with her truth: that Sobremesa wasn’t something that was bringing out her truest most authentic self.  For one to acknowledge that requires extreme courage and radical honesty.  Indeed the community will miss you Clare!

Today, with one less person in our community we are in the midst of serious inner work and honest conversation.  Why do we exist?  As mentioned above, should we simply throw the towel in?  Why should we continue?  Where are we individually and personally in our commitment to the mission and the vision of this community?

Despite the grief that the community feels, we enter this luminal space with confidence.  This whole intentional community thing is not for the faint hearted.  I suppose many around us may indeed suggest for us to throw in the towel and enjoy life without a commitment to community.  I cannot just throw in the towel, though.  In fact, we are actively seeking new members.  Would participating in the life of this community (you don’t have to live here to be a member) be something that interests you? 

If the answer is yes please take courage and trust that God is calling you to community.  I fear that too many of us have been led to believe that community is a waste of time or too difficult to bring to fruition. We live in a society, generally speaking, that doesn’t value the common life.  Here, in the mecca of individualism, the USA, we remain firmly rooted in God’s Spirit as we continue our shared life, aka Sobremesa. It will be challenge but I’m here to say that will continue to put forth the courage to see how God is calling the community.  I trust Jesus when he says in Mark 6:50, “Take courage, it is I, do not be afraid.” 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

follow faithfully... bear your gifts.


Advent is quickly coming to a close, and our preparation for a grand celebration of new life, new promise, transition, hope and great joy will come to culmination in just a matter of days. What a remarkable time to be living in a world of transition and change, to be focusing on God's presence and Christ alive and well among us. Advent is a time of great inner work - of taking (making) the time to be introspective and ready ourselves for miracles. It is a time of bearing gifts, as Mary did bringing Christ into this world, as the wise men did when they arrived to meet Jesus. It is a holy time, without a doubt.

The past week has been in itself, an undoubtedly holy time, overflowing with profound joy for me. Jhonny's arrival, celebrating 30 wonderful years of life with so many who are very important to me, preparing for a marriage that will, God-willing, bring a lifetime of adventure, joy, spirit, excitement, healthy challenge and deep love with a man I am blessed and lucky in whom to have found not only a life partner but a best friend, have all been unforgettable moments of grace. I am amazed at the countless individuals who have come bearing gifts for both Jhonny and myself - gifts of love, support, friendship, welcome and encouragement, that have humbled me in deep ways. I am continuously amazed at the movement of God's grace and the Spirit's guiding hand in my life here, in a city/place I now call home, which I have the honor and gift of sharing with Jhonny.  

In some ways, we can't appreciate the sweet to its fullest without some sour - but it is the combination of the two that creates for us a savory experience. Recently, I came to the conclusion that I need to remove myself from being actively a part of Sobremesa, at least at this time. It has been a long discernment process; being a member of Sobremesa has been full of teachable moments for me. It is sad ("sour") in some ways to be leaving the community, but I hope and trust that it makes the sweet all that much more so, for all involved.

Part of the reason for my departure lies in the new stage of my relationship with my fiance. Jhonny has been in the USA a week, and so far, I could not have asked for anything greater. It is amazing to have him here and to be graced with such a remarkable manifestation of love and God's presence active in my life. Indeed, we have and will face challenges, and this relationship needs and deserves my priority and attention. Our path has certainly been an unexpected and beautiful one, and is sure to continue to be full of ups and downs and moments of grace, as well as moments of hardship. I am blessed and lucky that God has brought us together - truthfully, I have our Lady of Guadalupe more to thank! She has been the catalyst and our intercessor through it all! I am excited to focus time, energy, and love on Jhonny and the family that we are becoming.

Simultaneously, there is more to my decision to step back from Sobremesa, which has to do with the struggles and  challenges of community, amidst the gift and goodness. I am leaving for a number of reasons -  in both my life journey and my faith journey I am in a very different place. There have been many trials for me in regards to community (difficulties for me personally to be a part of it, complications in my professional life, and the way I may be preventing the community of Sobremesa from living its mission), that at this point I really think that all needs to be acknowledged and respected. The only way I can see to do so is to remove myself from being a member of this community.

Community has been exhausting for me. I have avoided bringing to the table a very big part of myself and, therefore, have really not been able to engage fully in what a community should look like/be/give/produce. In some ways, this experience of community has really hindered me in many ways from experiencing God, which is not healthy. I need to own that, as much as I hate to admit it - the point of community is by no means to draw us further away from God, from seeing and reflecting the face of Christ, but I had let it get to that point for me. I let myself fall away from a focus on social justice through faith, from a focus on simplicity, from a focus on the importance of being. I greatly appreciate and value the challenge that came from community to not leave - my tendency in the past has always been to leave (cities, jobs - never a community, but certainly other aspects of life equally as vital). It's been very difficult to discern the unknown, as all are unsure about what the future holds. Sobremesa challenged me on my tendency to leave, which again I deeply appreciate - a challenge I believe can only come from one who has insight to and, in some key ways, knows my heart. However, I have not been able to find in this community the joy, nourishment, fulfillment and presence of God as I need it, nor an atmosphere in which I feel I can give it to others wholly. There's a part of me that wishes I had a crystal ball to know what the future holds, but alas, that is not life! And to stay in something for that which may or may not manifest in years to come is not only unfair to me, but incredibly unfair to the community of Sobremesa. To leave is not easy, and it doesn't feel "good," but it is right, I believe, at this point.

I have recently started volunteering at a very small, independent organization here in San Antonio, and it is wonderful. It is a transitional housing facility for immigrants without documentation. I go weekly to bring food and cook and eat with the residents there, and to reflect on Scripture and different topics of social justice. It is a true ministry of presence that grounds itself in quietly fighting injustice, and focusing on both serving and being served by the Latino immigrant population - a group of people who so tightly hold on to my heartstrings. I have been filled with joy and so nourished during these visits - I need to pay attention to that. I need to honor my need for a spirituality rooted in the Latino culture, in "comunidad base," as we call it - in social justice and faith alive and being a contemplative in action (oh, those Jesuit roots!). I have continued, in my prayer, to return to the need of being authentic. I need to acknowledge my own lack of authenticity within this particular Sobremesa context, and to be proactive about finding a place in which to live more authentically as the person God calls me to be, a place in which to bear my gifts, and a place where I can value and cherish the gifts of others.

I oftentimes during Advent/Christmas find myself relating most to the wise men who traveled to meet the Christ child. I don't say that in terms of my own possession of wisdom by any means!, but rather, I feel a connection to those who searched and wandered and looked and continuously tried to follow the North Star. The wise men arrived after Christ's birth - not being there on the 25th, but arriving more than a week later on the 6th (ok, ok, according to our modern interpretations/Church calendar... maybe not literally on those dates!). They took a long time, in their wandering and searching to finally find Christ. They tried to stay focused on the light, to follow faithfully (likely despite many roads and twists and turns), to stay committed to the call to bear their gifts. I often think of my own faith journey in a similar fashion... continuously trying to find Christ, trying to follow the North Star that will lead me to the ultimate miracle of love and hope, searching and wandering, trusting that the path I am following will lead me to more beauty than I could ever imagine, trusting that I will at some point arrive in a place where I can fully and unabashedly bear my gifts. I might not get there right on time, I might not make it there as soon as others do, but I trust in the journey, and continue to follow the Light.  

I am hopeful that, though not as members of Sobremesa, both Jhonny and I might continue to be in relationship with both individual members and the community as a whole, and continue to grow in relationship with one another. I am confident in the ability to similarly live a mission of radical hospitality, of being communicators of Grace, of being an example to others of a different way of living and being - even if Jhonny and I live it differently, in a unique context than Sobremesa. At the end of the day, all is good. And whether it is in a cold and poor manger, in context of an intentional community, at a small house on the west side of town speaking in foreign tongue, or wherever you might find yourself today... keep following faithfully, for we are all just looking for the best space to bear our gifts.

Friday, November 30, 2012

God is winking!

I had lunch today with an old friend, whom I haven't seen in quite some time. We have taken different paths over the past two years, but through "wink of God" events, as she would say, we have landed again here together, reconnected, and - hopefully - find ourselves rekindling a friendship that has in the past offered much life, much understanding, much joy, healthy accompaniment and great grace. I am grateful for the mysterious ways in which God works, for the stirrings of the Holy Spirit in unexpected manners, and for the presence of the Blessed Mother, being sure her children are cared for and have the opportunity to find comfort and genuine companionship in one another.

It is perhaps providential that as we caught up on the past almost two years, we spoke much of the continued transitions in life - we filled each other in on life events (mostly the big, and some of the small), and it seemed that falling back into deep conversation was easy and fairly effortless. There are some friendships, some people, who just "get it" - the "it" being any number of things - in this case, for me, I cherish those people in my life for whom the "it" includes so much... the soul and heart's journey (in all its hardship and glory), the challenge and privilege to attempt each day to live a life of justice through faith; health and wellness, the search for inclusion in a world of many silos, working for peace, living and working for the common good, the crossing of cultural, linguistic, religious, racial and socioeconomic barriers; the gift and challenge of seeing beauty, of following one's heart when it might not lead down the most common road, the constant search for a community that is life-giving and energizing (not to be confused with easy or always enjoyable). These transitions that we shared with one another were fitting, and as we experienced the start of yet another presumable transition in our friendship again today, I couldn't help but feel at peace at the parallel: as we in our liturgical year enter into a time of transition this Sunday, trying to prepare ourselves for the celebration of the birth of Christ - the incarnation of God on earth, the changes all around me seem to be graced with a sense of "this feels right."

Ultimately, what we shared today, breaking bread and asking for God's presence within and among us, was an exchange of love. A love that is real, that is tangible, that is incarnate; a love that strives to live up to the example of Mary - carrying the Christ child within her for nine months, through (what we can imagine must have been) difficulty and anguish along the journey (how many times could there have been no room at any inn?!), perhaps through frustration, misunderstanding and/or bafflement at how she could have been asked to consume this role; a love that moves gracefully through transition, through times of doubt, uncertainty and questioning; a love that trusts unconditionally that God is indeed good, and therefore if we are truly following God's call, having discerned and prayed, reflected and trusted, having surrendered ourselves to only needing God's love and grace for survival, then we cannot be on the wrong path.

When these "wink of God" moments occur... those moments when you know full well that whatever is taking place cannot possibly be of anything other than the Divine (for no human could arrange or maneuver for events to happen as they are, in these cases), we must wholeheartedly embrace Mary's "yes." Perhaps we are at times overwhelmed, or our human side is screaming of uncertainty, but even then - even if in only a barely audible whisper - we must say "yes," and trust that there is something far beyond our comprehension that God is in the works of creating. I don't know, but I would like to think that the time before Gabriel appeared, and the time leading up to Jesus' birth, and the time before Christ's death on the cross... I like to think that in that journey, Mary must have experienced some winks of God. There must have been something telling her that this was right... despite her questioning and uncertainty, things must have somehow "fallen into place" - there must have been some "signs" - however you want to name them, God must have been sending some winks her way, encouraging her despite her doubt, perhaps despite her discomfort, despite the wonder and lack of foreseeable future. God somehow communicated that, while not easy, she was on the right track, and it was all leading to Love.

Dorothy Day, who left our world 22 years ago yesterday, and is considered to be one of the greatest modern-day prophets (and a remarkable woman whom I personally think was absolutely brilliant) gave us the following: “True love is delicate and kind, full of gentle perception and understanding, full of beauty and grace, full of joy unutterable. There should be some flavor of this in all our love for others... With such a love one would see all things new; we would begin to see people as they really are, as God sees them.”

I think this true love is really what we are preparing to embrace again this Christmas. As we begin this Sunday with the first of Advent, let us pay attention to the winks of God in our lives - the small (or maybe at times not so small) moments of grace when we know we are on the right track, joining with those who "get it," moving towards Love. And as we ready ourselves for that transition - to experience Love anew, to see things new and see people as they really are, with the eyes of God - may we be filled with gratitude for Mary's "yes," joy for the moments of Grace/winks of God in our lives, and hope for the incarnation.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

I feel HOME


I feel HOME

“I feel home, when I see the faces that remember their own. I feel home, when I’m chillin outside with the people I know. I feel home, and that’s just what I feel. Home to me is reality and all I need is something real.” –O.A.R.

What’s home to you?

I sent a text today to a dear friend in Maryland, asking her how her Thanksgiving was. She replied that it was good and she was glad to be home. Home is where you can let go and be yourself. Home is where you feel comfortable.

 Being away from my family and my community this Thanksgiving made me think a lot about HOME… and what home has become for me. I have been away from my family before for Thanksgiving, but this year was a little different. It was probably the smallest Thanksgiving meal I’ve had, but it was filled with laughter, food, dancing, silliness, prayer, and love. It made me miss people that I could be sharing my Thanksgiving meal with. The friends and family that love and have loved me in various ways: my Family in Maryland and Pennsylvania, my Friends in Maryland, my Community, friends and family who have passed away, and the friends whom I have had to “prune” or cut out of my life, were all missed.

I’m thinking that it may not be limited to just the house I grew up in. My home is found in the people that love me and support me and accept me for who I am and who I want to be. That opens up my home from just Black Spruce Lane to Newfoundland, Florida, Pennsylvania, California, New York, Hawaii, Texas, Colorado, and the list goes on.

It’s not always a warm and fuzzy place… it’s just like a real home. There are hard things and people mess up. Mumford and Sons has a song called Lover of the Light “watch me stumble over and over, I have done wrong, so build your tower but call me home and I will build you a throne.” I have found amazing people who accept me, and forgive me, and help me grow. I’m growing into this person I didn’t even know I wanted to be.

I am blessed to have found a home in Sobremesa. My community here in San Antonio has become a place where I can attempt to let myself grow, be my true self… working towards the person God wants me to be. Being home in Sobremesa is hard work. It takes all three of us to be vulnerable, to let each other into the good and bad parts of ourselves. To let each other see our weaknesses, challenge us and accept us. All of these things take a lot of work. Just like a family… it is a never ending job… thankfully, all of the work is totally worth it.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Own That: Faith, Hope, and Love and an Experience of God


On Thursday afternoon I boarded a bus with a bunch of “rowdy” juniors.  I didn’t know what to expect as I never usually know what to expect on these retreats.  On this particular retreat, I was a given an auxiliary support role.  This is different than the usual front and center role I have, which I and my ego do enjoy.  My task was to stay up beyond the “lights out” command that was given at 11:30pm.  As I was walking around at 1:00am in the cold dark shadows near Medina, Texas, I wondered, what the hell was I doing out here in the cold of morning.  Almost 30 years old and making sure that kids were not sneaking out of their cabins!  Why wasn’t I given a more prominent role in this retreat?  Those kids need to hear what I have to say!

24 hours later, thanks be to God, my whole disposition changed.  It was good and humbling to sit, observe, and reflect on why I’m continuing to be an educator.  It was reaffirming to say “yes” once again to serving the people of God in this way.  It was good to hear how life has impacted the faith journeys of the students and my colleagues.  It was beautiful to see how God was manifesting in the interactions our students were having.  What was most amazing was the fact that, with grace, we can grow and change.

Our school has this oft abused yet beautiful notion of “brotherhood.”    This notion is fundamentally referring to our ability to see God in the world and its creation.  This notion is on a basic level accepting love but also learning how to love.  The ultimate notion of this high ideal is for our students to leave our institution not afraid to own their faith in a culture that is less and less accepting of faith.  Not afraid to transform the world for good. 

The dark side of this “brotherhood” shows itself when our students “help” out a fellow “brother” on tests/quizzes/homework or bully/tease each other.  These misguided actions are used to justify the “brotherhood.”  Much of my work as an educator is attempting correct these errors because so many of our students have become “numb” to these behaviors.  Indeed these mistakes run rampant in our school and I have to, frequently, remind our guys that there is a line of behavior that isn’t good.  We must challenge ourselves to be better than our worst destructive behaviors.

The final night of the retreat adults and students alike sat around a campfire and shared about the ups and downs of life.  One colleague posed the question about the future of our school.  Will it be around in the next fifty years?  How about one-hundred years?  Will families find it too expensive to send their children to Catholic Schools?  What’s the purpose of Catholic schools if faith can be transmitted and taught at the parish?  These are but a few great questions that caught my attention as well as the attention of the students.

My colleague then issued a challenge that struck at the core of our beloved “brotherhood.”  He stated that this is merely a word and God is more than the “brotherhood” we’ve created.  Our true challenge, he concluded, was to learn to see God and to learn how to be loved by this God, but also to learn love to world.  It seemed as though stillness and silence were the only things able to be heard as we all gazed at the cosmos above us and considered the challenge issued moments before.

My colleague challenged all of us that cold night.  He challenged us to own our faith and to trust in the work of our best friend, the Holy Spirit.  As we enter into this time of Thanksgiving, I give thanks.  I give thanks for all you who are reading this!   I want to thank my community for blessing all my involvements and time spent away from our home!  I thank my family for supporting me all these years.  I would be remiss if I didn’t give thanks for my beloved, CCHS.  This school has trusted me to do things that I’ve only dreamed of.  The list goes on…
What are you thankful for?  I should, at the essence of my being, be most thankful for my relationship with God.  This sustains and nourishes me and I hope it does the same for you.  Experiences like the junior retreat remind me of the task I have to construct the kingdom of God.  I will own that!  Thankfully this task isn’t only mine but yours as well.  Let us work together!

A great jazz song (Esperanza Spaulding) about hope: