Thursday, January 12, 2012

Quick update and prayer request

Today is one of those rare days when I get to feel really domestic. I didn’t have to work late because the students aren’t back yet and when I got home I made homemade soup (http://www.marthastewart.com/338115/sausage-and-kale-soup), which has become a way to feed myself by making a huge pot and freezing it so I can take it to work. Then, I even washed the dishes by hand because our industrial dishwasher is on the fritz. Needless to say that now, a little after 9pm, as I drink my tea from my little teapot and sit for what seems like the first time in forever, I’m exhausted.

My to-do list seems a mile long and my to-blog list is almost as daunting. It’s only been a few weeks since I last wrote on Christmas Eve, but so much has happened since then. For example, on Christmas morning I had a gallbladder attack and was too sick to go to Mass (which breaks my heart, since Christmas Mass is so special). After Christmas was over and I had spent a lovely evening with the Mugel ladies watching The Help, I went down to Dallas for a week. It was so wonderful to be “home” again—that’s how I feel about Dallas, like it’s my second home and there are so many people there who I love. On the way down, I stopped at Molly’s, which was like heaven on earth getting to see one of my best friends. We shared gluten free food and talked about our lives. After that wonderful experience, I drove onto Dallas. I wasn’t able to see my old spiritual director, but I was able to see my friends from UD: Jill, Hunter, Mark, Patty, and Gabbi; my dear friends, the Kossuths, and, of course, my family, the Ponikiewski/Parents! Also (and perhaps most importantly), I got to see Dr. John Sommerfeldt!! That’s right, UD students, be jealous. I even got a hug! (He’s my favorite professor ever.)

I got to spend New Year’s Eve with the family. My friend, Mark, came along and we watched Randi, Patty, and Travis play guitar. Trevor ABANDONED US for one of his friends’ parties, which we gave him much grief for.

I might write more about my trip later. It was a wonderful opportunity to see people I love and to reflect on how much has changed in the seven months since I moved away from Dallas. I really want to move back there. I miss that family as much as I miss my own and I wish there was some way that I could have both with me. I’m trying to convince Mom and Dad to move to Dallas with me when I graduate ND.

On the way home, I stayed at my friend Emily’s in Springfield, MO. Emily, Vanessa, and I have made it a tradition for the past six years to spend New Years together, but this year it was a little belated and we celebrated on the fourth. We did have fun, though, until I had another gallbladder attack (my third in two weeks) and spent the whole night sick. Finally, I was feeling better in the morning and ate breakfast with Em then headed back to Rolla.

After that, nothing very exciting happened except two things: one, Aunt Melania had a super awesome concert, which I went to with Hannah, Teresa, and Mom; two: as you might have noticed, I have mentioned my gallbladder several times by now. That would be because I need to have it removed. Right now I’m trying to deal with it by eating according to what will supposedly make my gallbladder happy. A friend has recommended a few things and a website with more information for me. So, I would appreciate prayers for that.

Anyways, I’ll write more later. When I started this, I was home alone but now everyone’s home so I can’t really concentrate on conversation and writing at the same time. 

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve Reflections

It’s been a long time since I wrote—almost a month. And like every month in this busy life, a lot has happened since I wrote. The retreat with my students went wonderfully. The semester ended well. I got to spend a day coloring and talking with students and I was reminded yet again how blessed I am to have my job, my students, my mentor, my friends.

Now it is December 24 and as I write this, I am watching the clock slink closer and closer to midnight. It has been a tradition for me as long as I can remember to stay up on Christmas Eve, writing or reading, reflecting. Of course, it is different now. I no longer wait eagerly for the mountain of presents or listen for the bells of Santa’s sleigh. And now, my room (which I had finally gotten organized when I started college) is filled with boxes of random things from my house in Dallas and I’m never really sure where things are or what they are, and I suspect the boxes are mating and multiplying (this pains the neat freak in me, who far prefers organization to chaos).

As I reflect I begin to realize that this Advent was not what I wanted it to be—that my preparation for Christ was not what he deserved. Certainly it involved some failure on my part, some sin or missing the mark, but mostly it involved my inability to slow down, to focus, to concentrate, to reflect. Winter is a time for reflection, as Mother Earth takes her long, deep rest and Persephone spends her months in the underworld with her ghastly groom, I always feel the need to look back, to ponder, and to think about the future. This year, I feel like I failed (as perhaps I have failed every year) to adequately reflect, to adequately prepare. I have long ago shed the childish notion of Christmas as a birthday party for Jesus and embraced it as an opportunity to prepare, as we should all year round, for the second coming and to reflect on the mystery of what happened that night, long ago in a stable in Bethlehem.

At the beginning of Advent this year, as I crept slowly into the cave of my heart, ready to embrace the hibernation that the world around me was entering (something I have not witnessed these last four years, as winter is a stranger most of the time in Dallas… or, perhaps not a stranger, but that annoying friend who comes in the night at some unexpected moment with no warning, and then leaves almost as quickly). I began reading a book by Jan Richardson (In Wisdom’s Path), recommended by S. Donna, SP. I fell in love not only with her writing (particularly her beautiful poetry), but also the image she presented. She presents an idea that she got from a sister from the CSAs, namely that Christ was born in a cave and that Advent is a time to enter the cave of our hearts, the space within us where Christ longs to be born. As I read about Jan’s experience of a slow Advent, I started to feel overwhelmed by my own. I feel guilty commenting on mine, when I know that my housemates were certainly busier than I. Sadly, I think that the majority of my Advent was not passed busily at work like my community’s (although things were more active than Fr. Jeff predicted), but rather that my Advent was spent aimlessly watching television with my housemates (even though I hate tv), passing time on facebook (I didn’t even have the energy for pinterest, which I enjoy much more… a sad statement on my life), and just sleeping. I suppose the sleep is in keeping with the theme of hibernation, but it was a far cry from the reflection that I was hoping to attain (my goal of reading the bible every night fell apart a week before Thanksgiving and I haven’t quite gotten back to it yet, even though I’m at the beginning of Luke, a favorite since I translated it myself).  

Now, here I am, exhausted from the preparations for the commercial celebration of Christmas (I can’t even pretend that wrapping gifts is preparing for the Christ child). Yet, I am also filled with joy after the celebration with my family tonight. I don’t know what it is, but even when I’m not participating in the conversation, just sitting and listening to Travis, Jodie, Kenna, Chris, Madison, Sara and all my other family talk about people I don’t even know or things that happened, I just feel filled with joy. Being with my family, particularly my cousins and their beautiful kids, brings new life and new joy into my heart. The babies (Trustin, Colton, JW, Westin, Bailey, and Tanner), especially, are a blessing. I love them each for their own special gifts. They are all so sweet (though they’re all capable of being what my aunt lovingly terms as “stinkers”). Then, to be with my Aunt Carol and my Aunt Marie, two women whom I have looked up to since I was a little girl, is also a blessing. To have my cousin, Christina, around as well is just wonderful. Perhaps I am channeling Richardson or have spent too much time with the SPs, but I appreciate their feminine energy. I am amazed at their ability to whip up several dishes, decorate, and watch their grandkids all at once. I long to be like that someday, even though my cooking isn’t ideal and my baking has come to almost a standstill since I got serious about the gluten free thing. I know that none of them are perfect at what they do, but I still dream of being able to do it as well as they (because I have no desire to be perfect). I am reminded of Richardson’s cave and wonder if this leaving behind of our normal lives in order to prepare a meal, in the same way my grandmother did before them, and the same way that women have for hundreds of years, is not another way of withdrawing into a cave. Perhaps the images on the wall of woman’s cave really do involve recipes for grandma’s light opera creams or the famous mac n’ cheese that Chris makes in Grandma’s honor at every holiday. It irks the feminist inside of me to admit that I want to have those on the walls of my cave, too; that I, too, long to nourish my family with the work of my hands. Of course, I have never liked Grandma’s light opera creams (sorry, Grandma, but you knew that before and now that you’re in heaven, I’m sure you don’t really care) and any pasta for me has to be gluten free, but surely there’s a way to bring it together, to participate in the feminine heritage that has been passed on from generation to generation. I am reminded of Richardson’s poem, “Rahab, Tamar, Ruth, Bathsheba, and Mary.” The poem comes with a reflection on the Jesse tree’s relationship to the male ancestors of Christ, and she thinks of another tree, forgotten, which contains the names of the female ancestors. I hope that if I ever have children that I will teach them this part of their heritage, their legacy. I love this part of Christmas and I must admit, I miss washing dishes with my aunts, a practice now obsolete since there is a dishwasher.

This has been my celebration so far, and as I write this I notice that there are five minutes left of Christmas Eve. Ready or not, he’s coming.
(Picture: The Family by John Dickson Batten, my favorite picture of the Holy Family) 


Earlier today, I can’t remember what it was that had happened, but I was reflecting on what sort of world it is that Christ is now (and perpetually) being born into. In a world where there is such a disconnect between everything—between humanity and the earth, other animals, each other, between families and friends and husband and wife, a disconnect between Christian and Christ, between the church and the believer… how do we make a connection with this god-man, this child wrapped in swaddling clothes, a God who needs his diapers changed, who dies a gory, bloody death on the cross only to have us turn his incarnation into a commercial event? How do we make sense of it? How do we welcome him in? I am nervous to welcome him in, ashamed. Couldn’t it have been made better for him by Christmas? I find myself thinking of the various stories we hear of war, when there is a cease fire at Christmas and opposing armies would gather together and sing songs before going back to killing one another the next day. I ask myself, what sense does this make? If we could stop killing for one night, why can’t we stop killing for good? What was the meaning of singing songs together, recognizing our common belief in Christ, our common dignity as humans, if we were only going to turn around and kill each other?  Sure, I know the morality behind just war, but just war be damned if we’re going to sing songs together one minute and shoot each other the next. There’s no logic that will make me understand.

And what kind of world is the Christ child being born into when we waste so much? Whenever I’m with my family I try to shut my mouth and ignore the ache that starts in my stomach when I see the piles of disposable plates, the food left on them, unwanted. At least we try to save the scraps for the dogs or the chickens, but even so, the wastefulness of plastic drains me. Yet, I cannot criticize, knowing that my Aunts, already tired, have no desire to rinse tons of dishes and then run the dishwasher the three times it would take if our dishes were real. We trade one evil for another and then invite the Christ child to enter, unsure of which was worse.

Perhaps I am rambling on. The time is late. I am now five minutes into the feast and my body is telling me it’s time to sleep. Ignoring the seasons and the sun’s path have ruined my internal clock, as it does everyone’s. I will go now, wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a year filled with many blessings. If you are interested in Richardson, let me share with you one of her poems which has intrigued me today. I am trying to do a writing retreat with her next semester, if I can get it arranged.

A Woman in Winter
(from In Wisdom’s Path by Jan Richardson, page 18)

A woman in winter
is winter:
turning inward,
deepening,
elemental force,
time’s reconing;
sudden frost
and fire’s warming,
depth of loss
and edge of storming.
She is avalanche,
quiet hungering,
utter stillness,
snowfall brewing;
hollowed, hallowed,
shadows casting,
field in fallow,
wisdom gathering.
Waiting, watching,
darkness craving,
reaching, laboring;
burning, carrying fire
within her,
a woman turning,
becoming winter. 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Thanksgiving


So, I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written. It’s not that life has become monotonous with nothing to say, but rather that it’s become so full that there’s no time to process all the things that are going on. Right now, I just finished (literally, five minutes ago) my last “normal” women’s ministry night of the year (next week it will be PAR-TAY TIME!). Tomorrow, the women’s and men’s ministry groups at Butler will be coming over to the Manor for an overnight retreat. Then, Saturday, we have Cookies for Kids—cooking at local houses for kids in need. Next week is a big party for the Immaculate Conception and we will decorate the Blue House, then the following Sunday (the third in Advent) we will have a midnight mass and sing carols to celebrate Christmas (or, really, Gaudete Sunday) as a community before the students all go home. All this, plus I have a paper that was due over a week ago that needs to be finished. Life is so full!

Last week was Thanksgiving (it seems so long ago already) and I got to go home to my parents’ house. I was barely home for an hour when we got the phone call saying that Fr. Mike had a stroke. It was a scary moment and although he is going to be okay, he is in great need of prayers. After a lot of phone calls, my mother and I realized there was nothing we could do, so we continued on with our plans for the evening: going to see White Christmas at OAT with the Mugels. (Frankly, the first act sucked, but I thought the second act was pretty good.) It wasn’t the best OAT play I’ve seen, but some of it was absolutely wonderful. The Hamacher girls were adorable.

The rest of the week went by filled with insanity. I helped out at the office, Mom got sick, I spend two nights at Grandma’s working on Christmas stockings for my housemates (pictures below) with Grandma and Mom. I got to spend a wonderful day with my two families, got to meet my BEAUTIFUL cousin Westin, got to see all our other wonderful babies (Tanner is growing and getting cuter every day… I just love him, and all of them!). We invited one of mom’s friends from the parish to bring her daughter, so that was interesting to share our family.

All in all, it was a wonderful week that had some really tough, scary moments—rather like life. It was so exhausting that I was actually happy to arrive back in Indy. I made it back just in time for 7pm Mass at Butler and it was a great welcome home to enjoy the Mass with my students.

On Monday we decorated for Christmas at the Manor, which was also really exciting. It was nice to just be with my community and enjoy each other. I feel like we haven’t gotten to really enjoy each other in a long time. It was also fun decorating with the boys—I think Amy and I both agree that Pat and Joe make life a lot more fun in general. I lament that I didn’t grow up with brothers (lucky Amy—she has two!—David, I still love you, even if we didn’t grow up in the same house).

At any rate, the rest of the week has been a blur. All I know is that tonight was a wonderful night, and a good reminder of why I work in ministry—and love my job. I had the whole thing planned beautifully and nothing went like I planned it, and that’s the best part. The “community” that I have been working on forming all semester became alive today as each of the girls had something that they really needed to get off her chest or talk about or cry about and the rest of the community was completely there for her. We laughed, we cried, and we just enjoyed each other. It must certainly have been like a foretaste of heaven—or of the garden before the fall—for us all. I’m tired as I write this from my desk, knowing I have a 25 minute drive home and that it’s going to be a long weekend, but I’m filled with a joy and a hope for the future of the BCC and the world at large. I spent my evening with seven young women who I know will change the world, even if, as one of them said, it is only by raising her kids to see the world differently and to love others as Christ loves. I am just so grateful that I’ve been given the opportunity to know them and to serve them, to learn from them, and, most importantly, to love them. What a beautiful gift.

So, goodnight world. I give to you, my friends, these prayer requests: for Fr. Mike’s continued healing and strength, for the parish of St. Patrick’s Church and those who are leading them, for my students as we go on retreat this weekend and for Fr. Jeff and I that we are able to lead them and bring them closer to Christ, and for all families who struggle this Advent—in health, from unemployment or underemployment, from grief, sadness, or distress. May Christ find room in all our hearts this Christmas.


My gingerbread ornament broke. 


Patrick, the Ornament Doctor, decided he had to fix her. 

 Ginger, as Pat named her, goes under the knife.
 The surgery was long and difficult...
 But she got all better! Thanks, Pat!!
 Our tree... or, trees. Amy decided to put ornaments in our permanent tree as well!
 Pat's stocking-- he loves Bagels, he's from NY.
 Amy, the Disney Princess
 Joe's stocking with airplanes
 My stocking, of course, with Elvis!!

I also made stockings for Matt, Natalie, and Michelle but I don't have pictures of those right now. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Allergic to Religion? (INHEM Notes)

When I got back from Dallas, I had the opportunity to attend the Indiana Network for Higher Education (INHEM) Connections Conference.

Here are the notes on the Keynote Presentation:

Keynote Presentation: “Allergic to Religion: The ‘Spiritual but not Religious’” by Dr. Linda Mercadante (Professor of Theology at the Methodist Theological School in Ohio; Healthy Beliefs- Healthy Spirit at www.healthybelief.org)

·      Religion is not an alien territory, it is God’s home for us.
·      In her family, religion was not a good thing—her Jewish mother associated religion, particularly Christianity, with the killing of Jews.
·      She was a newspaper reporter on a diocesan paper and then became an atheist.
·      “Unfettered Beliefs, Untethered Practice” – her Henry Luce Theology Award… she was investigating an ethos which
o      rejects all organized religion
o      feels all religions are the same
o      minimizes belief—belief doesn’t matter
o      is highly individualistic
o      verges on the non-theistic
o      experiments with monism, pantheism, paganism, and dualism
·      This is a generalized, large ethos that is coming on like a tsunami and we’re on the shore
·      Outline for her talk:
o      What’s going on
§       social, intellectual, demographic changes
o      Changes within organized religion
§       “Spiritual but not Religious” movement (SBNR)
o      Strategies going forward
§       What to avoid, what to promote
o      Hope and Challenge
·      Surveys confirm a dramatic change
o      Pew Forum
o      News Week (“A Post-Christian Nation”)
o      Parade Magazine
o      every few months since 2007, there’s another survey about religion
·      Decline in religious loyalty: 6 in 10 Americans have switched religions at least once
·      A less “Protestant” America
o      In 1992, >66% was Protestant
o      In 2007, <51%
o      In 2011, even lower
·      There has been a rise in the “Unaffiliated”
o      This is the largest growth of any group
o      In 1990, 8%
o      In 2007, 16%
o      In 2011, 20-25%
o      And this is especially among millenials (among millenials it may be as high as 75%)
·      Decline in Religious Involvement
o      50% rarely or never attend services
o      22% say Religion has no place in their lives
o      24% say they are “spiritual but not religious”
·      Why is this happening?
o      Changes in social landscape
o      Changes in intellectual landscape
o      Demographic changes
·      Social Changes
o      Rise in diversity of religion and ethnicity
o      Decline in “felt” importance of religion
o      Disaffiliation and unaffiliation
§       The millenials and gen x’s are not bothered by a lack of identity (as a member of one of these groups, I would disagree with this. We’re ALWAYS talking about “finding ourselves.”)
o      More (religiously) mixed marriages
o      Less children are being raised with religion
o      Competition and the “Spiritual Marketplace”
§       America is like a spiritual mall
o      Mix of religion and politics
·      Intellectual Changes
o      Fragmentation of knowledge, information, roles, meanings, etc.
§       There is an information explosion, but it causes fragmentation
§       We have fragmented roles that keep us from having a core identity
o      There are no longer claims of a universal truth—we hide behind subjectivity
o      Humans have lost their place—we’ve lost the sense of being human beings created by God and having a special place in the universe.
o      In the midst of the chaos, each human is alone to create their own meaning.
§       Bricolage
§       Spiritual Tinkerers
·      Changes in Belief Patterns
o      Believing without Belonging?
o      Hybridity
o      Syncretism
o      Anti-rationality—reason is not to be trusted
§       In AA, they say that “your best thinking got you here,” in other words, don’t trust your own reason
§       “Leave your mind at the door.”
o      Retreat into emotive, experiential
·      Demographic Changes—Seven Key Trends
o      Delayed marriage—this means we’re waiting longer and longer for the prodigals to come back to church
o      Fewer children and later
o      uncertainties in work and money—maybe I’ll have to move, so I don’t want to make ties at this church or parish; maybe I’ll have to work on Sundays; I don’t want to join when I don’t know if I’ll have money to tithe
o      Higher Education—young people are exposed to more and more
o      Loosening Relationships—people are afraid to commit
o      Globalization—leads to spiritual tinkerers
o      Information Explosion
·      Spirituality has become a big business—look at all the different ads on tv for “spiritual” or religious groups
·      SBNR ethos is shaping American faith
o      many are less loyal
o      many within religion are increasingly attracted to the eclectic spirituality of SBNR
·      “Unchurched Spirituality is gradually reshaping the personal faith of many who belong to mainstream religious organizations.” –Robert Fuller
·      Example: one of her friends is Mennonite, but claims to find God through Buddhist meditation.
·      “Moralistic Therapeutic Deism” (Christian Smith at ND) is what my generation is looking for.
·      “Moralistic” to my generation means
o      act so other people will like you (Jesus didn’t do this)
o      fulfill your personal potential
o      don’t be socially disruptive (He certainly didn’t do this)
o      Don’t be interpersonally obnoxious
o      Feel good about yourself
·      “Therapeutic”
o      The goal is to feel good, happy, secure, and at peace.
o      Gain subjective well being
o      Able to solve problems.
o      get along with others
·      “Deism”—a mild form of theism
o      18 Century Deism with a twist… the distant God is selectively available for taking care of your needs.
o      God is a divine creator, lawgiver, keeps a safe distance, and is not demanding.
o      God’s job is to solve your problems, make you feel good, not get too personally involved
o      God is the divine butler and cosmic therapist.
·      Basic tenets of “Moralistic Therapeutic Deism” (MTD):
o      God exists, created, watches over
o      The central goal of life is to be happy and feel good about yourself and your life
o      Good people go to Heaven
o      All religions teach these things, so we don’t have to choose one.
·      What does it mean to be SBNR?
o      3rd largest group among young adults, after Roman Catholic and Baptist.
o      More among Gen Xers and Millenials (can I just say I hate these terms?)
o      Less likely to attend services of any kind
o      about 20% of Americans and 50% of unaffiliated are SBNR
o      Show little interest in church attendance and orthodox beliefs
o      Ethos prevalent in much of the industrialized west (I saw it particularly in Italy).
o      More likely to practice alternative spiritualities
o      More interest in mysticism
o      More likely to experiment with unorthodox beliefs and practices
o      Negative feelings towards clergy and churches
o      The idea that being an SBNR is a badge of honor
o      Religion is seen as a roadblock
§       Many reject claims to absolute truths
§       many believe religion demands abdication of personal liberty
§       many feel entitled to be patrons rather than subscribers… not have to have loyalties to partake
o      Trying to separate spirituality and religion
§       spiritual vs. material
§       individual vs. institutional—people don’t trust institution/authority
§       Interior vs. exterior
§       private vs. public
o      What do they believe?
§       there is something sacred—a universal energy source… no actual God, it’s an energy that you plug into and use as you like.
§       human nature—the self becomes God, the self is sacred… there is no God that is outside you.
§       community vs. freedom—not a lot of community, there is no long term relationship or commitment to community
§       life after death—balancing between feeling of eternity and individuality with a droplet going back into a pool of water… energy returning to energy
o      There’s a lot of hybridity here.
·      There is an emerging meta narrative here…
o      We are all one.
o      There is no personal God out there. Instead, he’s a universal energy source that exists but is non-conscious, non-communicative.
o      We are on par with nature
o      The self is sacred
o      You need to find your “true self”
o      Tradition stifles the individual
o      nothing left when we die, except perhaps energy
·      How different is this? She gives a long comparison to the Abrahamic traditions, but I think we all know these.
·      What are possible outcomes?
o      secularization like Europe?
o      highly individualized spiritual practices?
o      Changes in social structure?
o      More egalitarian, less community?
o      New Reformation?
o      “Leaner” more effective religions?
·      This may be the most dramatic religious, intellectual, and social change since Christendom took root in Europe.
·      Strategies that WON’T work:
o      Condemning
o      denying
o      minimizing it
o      ignoring it
·      Style vs. content
o      Some congregations won’t change their style, but will change their content.
o      Some change style but won’t change their content… won’t address contemporary needs… or, more positively, won’t give up their basic beliefs.
o      Can we change our style while still promoting our core content?
·      A generalized spirituality is inadequate to provide
o      a moral compass
o      individual and corporate responsibility
o      real human identity
o      guidance for spiritual formation
o      true moral freedom
o      lasting conversion
o      clear, guiding vision
·      Promising strategies
o      revitalizing our own faith
o      communicating our spiritual experience
o      creatively encountering SBNRs
o      Thinking theologically about our culture.
o      Becoming the alternative—the counter culture (isn’t this what the Catholic Church was originally?)
·      Possible Scenarios?
o      Organized religion as
§       counter-cultural
§       niche-oriented
§       believing and belonging
§       community and credibility
§       open minded yet confident and trusting
·      Good news…
o      this generation is seeking
o      many want to talk theology
o      searching for meaningful spiritual practices (Catechetically, this means we need stop saying, “We do this because it’s tradition” and start showing them why what we do has meaning.)
o      searching for spiritual community
o      31% of millenials list being spiritual or close to God as one of their life goals.
·      Things to avoid:
o      unclear, anemic worship
o      lack of confidence and joy
o      over organizing
o      judgment, intolerance
o      stunting enthusiasm and creativity
o      top-down leadership
o      minimizing the spiritual experience
o      separating mind and body in worship
o      squelching honest questions and doubts
o      theology disconnected from life experience
·      Things to do:
o      be hopeful
o      show vital community
o      listen, listen, listen
o      figure out what’s been missing in their lives
o      renew your own faith