Ubiquitous Pen Cup

We all have them.

The ubiquitous pen cup.

Mine is a nifty ceramic cup that I bought in Mexico City, near the Aztec pyramids of Teotihuacan.  But that’s another story …

Tell me, are you’re just like me, or am I a bit to obsessive?

You see, even though I have several nice pens to choose from in this convenient cup on desk, there is only one pen that I really want to use.  So, I will paw through the contents of this cup until I find the one pen.

It may have something to do with being left-handed.  Finding a good pen for left-handed writing is not as easy as it seems.  You righties out there have the luxury of pulling your pen across the paper.  Since we lefties push our pens, a sharp fine pointed pen will often dig into the paper, making for very poor penmanship and a higher level of frustration.

A proper left-handed pen, in my opinion, will glide smoothly over the page when pushed.

My current favorite?  Pilot G-2 10pt (Medium), blue ink.  I accept them as gifts, just so you know.

I know I should just get rid of the other pens in the cup and only stock the G-2.  That just seems too wasteful to me.

Can I send them to you?

Christmas Stories

If you happen upon this little blog of mine, I wish you a very Merry Christmas and my prayers that life is peaceful for you.

It seems to me that the creative people out there have done an excellent job using online media to tell the Christmas story, this year.  By now you’ve probably seen the “Digital Story of the Nativity.” [link].

It was my favorite until my friend Nick Padley sent me the link for this video, called “The Christmas Story.”

I know you will enjoy it.  Pass it along.  There are many out there who need to hear it.

… and then there was a party!

Sting-ray

My friend Fr. Jay Finelli asked me to send him some audio about my Christmas traditions and favorite memories.

This little task caused me to remember when I got my very first bicycle, a coveted Schwinn Sting-Ray.  I remember getting this bike about 1967 when we were living in Midland, TX.

It was just like the one shown at the far right of the photo, except that mine was “Campus Green.”  I vividly remember getting this bike because I taught myself how to ride a bike that warm Christmas Day.

My brother Kevin had tried to teach me how to ride a bike before that, but nothing but disaster ensued.  I don’t blame him, but for some reason I just didn’t get it.

We had this old bike from the ’50s with large balloon tires on it.  It had been re-painted and passed down through all the kids.  Kevin would launch me down the sidewalk on this thing and I would invariably crash into a neighbor’s car, or my mom’s rose bushes.  Neither was the preferred outcome.

But on this glorious Christmas Day, when it was about 70 degrees outside, I took my new Sting-Ray out to the street, kicked up the kickstand, climbed aboard, and gave the pedal a mighty push.  I was off down the street like I had known how to ride all my life.

I rode up and down the street a few times, more than a little excited.  I managed to get back to the house, ran inside and made my dad come out and watch, proof that I had finally managed the intricacies of bike riding.

I’ve never looked back.  I love to ride bikes and enjoy the sense of freedom it gives.  I’ve had my share of mishaps, crashes, skinned knees and head cracks since that Christmas, but I wouldn’t trade them.

I kinda wish I had that old Sting-Ray now.  I have no idea what happened to it.    If you happen to see a lonely green Sting-Ray in a pawn shop or garage sale somewhere, let me know…

Coal Puppet

Here’s another post in the “just because I like it” category of creative things I find on the internet.  I admire truly creative people and wish that I had some artistic talent that sets me apart from others.   I keep searching …

In the meantime, I find inspiration in things like this:

Tulsa River Parks in November

Photos taken along the Arkansas River in Tulsa.  The river is extremely low due to a lack of rain for the past 6 weeks.  It’s rare to see the river this low, but not too unusual for this time of the year.  Fall color is peaking for NE Oklahoma.

Photos taken with an iPhone 4 and the Pro HDR app.  Most were taken between 21st and 41st street, along Riverside Drive.

 

 

Navy Blue Star Pennant

I found this pennant tucked into the pages of an old family bible.  My older sister had this bible in her possession for many years and I received it a couple of weeks ago from my brother-in-law, along with a lot of old family pictures.

(My sister Christine passed away in 2004 and my brother-in-law occasionally passes along things like this as he comes across them.)

I believe this pennant belonged to my grandmother, during WWII when my dad enlisted in the US Navy.  I’ve never seen it before and my searches on the internet haven’t discovered another one like it.

one of the few color photos of my dad in uniform

My dad graduated from high school in 1944 and enlisted in the Navy soon after that.  He attended midshipman school in Missouri and was commissioned an Ensign after Officer Candidate School at Columbia University in New York.

Fortunately, the war ended before he was assigned to active duty so he quickly entered the Navy Reserve.  He soon returned home to Tulsa and studied geology at the University of Tulsa.

He was recalled to active duty 1950 and served aboard several destoyer-minesweepers, including the USS McNair, during the Korean War.

I don’t know for sure this pennant was displayed for him, but it at least gave me a reason to write about my dad!

Hurricane

Today is the day we are scheduled to depart for the SOLT Mission in Kobonal, Haiti.

But, we are not departing.

Tropical Storm/Hurricane Tomas is currently moving through the Caribbean, on a track to hit the island in the next few days.   As with any storm, no one knows how bad this storm will be when it arrives, but given the dire circumstances already existing in Haiti, we decided a couple of days ago to postpone our trip.

It is dismaying to think of the disaster this storm could cause when 1.3 million people are still living in temporary housing, after last January’s massive earthquake.

Dealing with the current cholera outbreak was something we thought we could manage, but the unpredictability of the storm, the possibility of flooding, mudslides, power outages, airport closures, etc., was something we didn’t want to face.

Please pray for the people of Haiti and hope that the storm will abate and not cause the type of tragedy that is possible.

We are now looking at a mid-January date to travel to Kobonal.  Stay-tuned!

Our Lady of Perpetual Hope

Some of you have asked how you can help with my upcoming trip to Haiti.   Here’s a great way!

The patron saint of Haiti is Our Lady of Perpetual Help (Notre Dame de Bon Secours).  If you happen to read this entry on the date of its posting, you can join me in a novena of prayer in support of the people of Haiti and for the safety of our trip.  We will arrive in Haiti nine days from today.

The novena, and more information about Our Lady of Perpetual Help, can be found here. Additional information can also be found over at saints.sqpn.com.

Incidentally, I happened upon the icon of Our Lady of Perpetual Hope accidentally one day in Rome 3 years ago.  As I recall, I was walking down the street when I passed the Church of St. Alphonsus.  I think it sits above the street by a number of steps and as I passed, the doors were open and I could see the icon in an alcove or side altar, from where I stood on the street.  It drew me in and I spent a few minutes in the church before the image.  I’ve had a devotion to Her since then.

(As of late last night, after a group meeting and a phone conversation with people currently at the mission, WE ARE A GO FOR OUR VISIT NEXT WEEK!)

Thoughts in a time of cholera

Current Situational Map of Cholera in Haiti

For the past year I have been part of a group planning to travel to the Society of Our Lady of the Most Holy Trinity (SOLT) mission in Kobonal, Haiti.  We are currently scheduled to go in early November, but as you no doubt know, there is currently an outbreak of a very virulent form of cholera in parts of the country. (A recent update on the situation can be found here, an explanation of the disease can be found here.)

Obviously, this has us greatly concerned and we are monitoring the situation as closely as possible and are in constant communication with the mission.  We will no doubt be making a go/no-go decision sometime in the next few days, as the situation warrants. (One site of particular benefit so far has been BioSurveillance, who made the map above.)

As someone who has taught classes on social justice and thinks about these issues often, I find my mind wandering in many different directions concerning this terrible outbreak and our planned trip.

If you read my previous post about “practical solidarity,” you might understand what I mean when I say that I’m not particularly concerned about contracting cholera should I go to Haiti in the next few days.  I am confident that I have access to all the things I need to prevent exposure to the bacteria, and should I get it, to the resources needed to treat the disease and secure evacuation back to the United States.

That comes with being an American with the means to go to Haiti in the first place.  The injustice in this is the situation facing the people of Haiti.  It is an incredibly poor country in the first place, devastated by an enormous earthquake just 9 months ago, and now facing a cholera outbreak presumably caused by recent heavy rains that contaminated the rivers which provide water.  What an injustice for a people to be continually beaten down by such circumstances?

I have the luxury of making the decision not to go, not to put myself in any sort of peril because of this situation.  That’s the easy choice to make.  Except that it’s not.

My decision to become a part of this group and go to Haiti was prompted by a deeply placed yet inchoate sense of mission.  I’ve made almost 20 trips to Central America over the past 10 years and it has left me with a desire to do something, to make some contribution to the work of the Church in those mission areas.

When I first met Fr. Glenn Meaux of the SOLT mission in Kobonal, it didn’t take me long to decide to be part of the group going to assist his work.  (Learn about the mission here.)  The work he is doing is so important to the people there and I would like to use my meager skills to be of some assistance, if I can.

It is frustrating to contemplate postponing our trip again (we delayed going last April because of the January earthquake), but I completely understand the reasons why we must consider it.

I hope we can still go.  I hope we can be of service to the people of Kobonal.  But, not because I will it, but because God wills it.  It is frustrating to wait for the “perfect time” to go, when I feel there will never be a “perfect time” in a country like Haiti.

I’ll let ya know.

Practical Solidarity

Today, class, I would like to write about the social justice theme of “solidarity.”  But, before I begin, I would like you to do something for me.  Close your eyes for a few seconds and visualize your concept of “solidarity” as if you are an American visiting another country.

Before I visit another country, such as my upcoming trip to Haiti, I like to reflect on the Catholic Church’s teachings on social justice.  I think it is important to be reminded of these teachings  and prepare oneself for new experiences and new challenges of understanding when away from one’s home.

One of the principle themes of those teachings is the concept of solidarity.  The USCCB website has a page that gives scriptural references for this teaching, as well as excerpts from various papal encyclicals and other documents.  Here is a basic statement of what solidarity means from that page  (link here).

[Solidarity] is not a feeling of vague compassion or shallow distress at the misfortunes of so many people, both near and far. On the contrary, it is a firm and persevering determination to commit oneself to the common good; that is to say, to the good of all and of each individual, because we are all really responsible for all.
On Social Concern (Sollicitudo rei Socialis), #38

This definition and the others you might find in Catholic writings give you a sense of what solidarity means but not a very good practical perspective from which to work from.

So, here is my attempt at providing some practical advice for anyone, Americans in particular, who are trying to be “in solidarity” with others in another country.

The photo attached to this entry is the best that I could find to illustrate how I view solidarity.

If you “google” for images representing solidarity, you will most likely find photos of people holding hands in one form or another.  That only goes so far in my definition because it only represents a joining together for a common purpose.  Those photos most often imply an equality between the people represented by the hands.

Something like this.

In this photo, everyone is equal and assumably working toward a common goal.  That sort of equality is certainly something to be strived for, but a practical perspective would be different.

In the first photo, a group of people have brought what they have to the problem and are helping another overcome an obstacle.  The boy climbing the wall was given the boost he needed and is solving the problem on his own as best as he can given his own talents, knowledge and gifts.

OK, you’re probably saying to yourself that this is as naive a definition as any, but let me back this up a bit from my own experiences.

Early in my career as a campus minister, I traveled to a small mountain town in northern Nicaragua to visit one of our graduates.  He and another young man were working as Jesuit Volunteers in a local Catholic school.  Two other Americans were in the town, doing social service work for the Peace Corps.  The difference in approach between these two groups couldn’t have been much greater.

The two Peace Corps volunteers had gone “native,” so to speak.  To be in solidarity with the locals, they had adopted their clothing, walked barefoot, lived in a hut, and ate the local food.  They gave up  a normal sense of hygiene and stopped shaving or cutting their hair.  They were trying to “be” one of the locals, taking it to an idealized extreme.

Behind their backs, the locals were laughing at them because they didn’t want the Peace Corps volunteers to be like them.  They were trying to be more like Americans, seeking out a more prosperous lifestyle of fancy clothes, electronics, and sleek hairstyles.

My two JV friends had a more practical approach, and this is what I try to remind myself when I travel.

  • As an American, I can never be one of the locals.
  • My culture and upbringing is based on a sense of opportunity that has been inculcated into how I see the world.  Many people in other countries have never had that.  Their sense of what is possible is much more limited.
  • I see the world with a sense of optimism that things can change.  The feeling of desperation that burdens so many cultures is missing in my world.
  • I can never set aside how I view the world as an American and see it as others do.  It is impossible.
  • I have to realize that the way I solve problems will be different because of my culture and personal experiences.  I cannot force my preferred solution to a problem without the risk of trodding on their culture and unique understanding.

Here’s an example that I used to tell the students when we were preparing to visit Guatemala.  On my first trip to the Lake Atitlan region, we passed a group of 10 or so men cutting the grass alongside the highway.  The men were using machetes to cut the grass, a few blades at a time with each swipe of the blade.  I asked our guide why they just didn’t use a tractor or some sort of mower and finish the job quickly.

His answer, simple as it was, put this whole question into perspective for me.

“It allows us to employ ten men for a whole day, rather than one man for a few hours.”

American efficiency says that the job should be done quickly.  Guatemalan efficiency says that the job should be done so that the most people can earn a wage.  The cost in terms of money would probably be about the same but the preferred outcomes are different.

I’ve always remembered that and I try to take that into account when suggesting a solution to a problem when visiting another country.  Their culture, their goals, their solutions may be very different from mine, but as equally valid.  Perhaps more valid, than mine.

So, my definition of being in “solidarity” means:

  • I have to be who I am.
  • I have to let others be who they are.
  • I have to respect what makes us different (cultures, perspectives, dreams, aspirations, etc.)
  • I should offer what I have to offer freely.
  • I should accept what others have to offer freely.
  • We all should work together to solve problems, seeking solutions with an understanding of our differences, needs and goals.

So you see?  Solidarity is really another way of defining another one of the Church’s social justice themes, that of human dignity and the fact that we are all made in the image and likeness of God and should treat each other that way.

Aren’t we a smart Church?

Learning Creole

If you have an iPhone or iPad, you might find this interesting.

As you might know, I’m preparing for the first of what might be several trips to Haiti, so I thought I might try to learn a few words of Creole.  I think it’s always good to know a few words of the local language when I travel.   It can really break the ice with people, especially the kids.

I discovered an iphone/ipad app called “BYKI Hatian Creole”, by Transparent Language, Inc.  It seems to fit the bill pretty well when it comes to learning common phrases, which is about all I can hope to do at this point.

If you’re interested in trying out a bit of Haitian Creole, here’s a link to the app in the iTunes App Store.

Byki

Ladder Epiphany

Yesterday, I fell off a ladder.  Yep.

I felt really foolish, but luckily it was a short fall and I wasn’t injured in the slightest way.

At least I learned something I never knew.

I am in the process of painting the outside of my house.  It has needed it for quite some time, but the recent repairs done after the BIG TREE fell on my roof last May has necessitated the project before winter comes.

Being predominantly left-handed, my left arm and wrist have been taking the brunt of the workout as I slowly make my way around the house, paint brush in hand.

So yesterday, I thought I would see if I could make my lazy right arm do its share of the work.  Bad idea it turns out.

Who knew that working left handed most of my life has  developed a certain muscle memory when it comes to balance.  Ladders have never been my favorite playground, so it was a surprise to learn that my sense of balance immediately departed as I tried to accomplish the simple task of slapping on some paint right armed/handed.  That was the first mistake.

The second mistake was doggedly trying to overcome this deficiency while standing several feet above ground level.

No harm done.  Lesson learned.  Mr. Lazy Right Arm will have to do his share of the work only when both feet are firmly planted on the ground.

How much longer til winter?

Haitians prepare for polls

Here’s a sobering article about the upcoming elections in Haiti.

http://www.iol.co.za/news/world/haitians-prepare-for-polls-1.681956

My upcoming trip to Haiti will occur before these elections.  I have to admit that it has me a bit worried to be traveling there during the run up to that vote.  Given the heartbreaking conditions of so many people, I would be surprised if the elections don’t become a focal point of the people’s frustrations and despair.  How could it not?  If you are an avid follower of world news, you may remember the political violence that has erupted in Haiti in the past.

I’ve been in Guatemala and Nicaragua during similar times in those countries, and as an American, I was very much the conspicuous outsider.  I soon learned why the State Department warns Americans to stay away from any political demonstrations or unknown crowds of people.  Political violence can erupt quickly and frequently in other countries and as a foreigner it is difficult to see it coming or to understand it.

Political parties in many countries also seem to encourage a greater degree of passion, and perhaps, a greater sense of identity than they do in the United States.  Eight or nine years ago, I was traveling in Nicaragua just after the nationwide mayoral elections.  At that time, most of the cities and towns elected mayors from one of the liberal parties and not  candidates from the infamous Sandinista party.

Let’s just say, that the Sandinistas were not happy about it.  One day, I happened to be riding in a small pickup from a small mountain town, called Cusmapa, to the capital in Managua, with the newly re-elected mayor of Cusmpa.  A member of the liberal party, the mayor became a bit worried while passing through a known Sandinista town.  Members of the party with their trademark red and black flags were protesting the election results by barricading the main highway and tying up traffic in both directions.

Mr. Mayor, with his gringo cargo in tow, and pistol in lap, carefully threaded the barricade as inconspicuously as possible.  While nothing happened, it is still a vivid reminder of how different the world can be and how insulated I was as a naive American.  It is one of the few times during my travels abroad when I felt particularly scared because I didn’t truly understand the situation I found myself in.

So, during my trip to Haiti, I will keep my eyes open and rely on the knowledge and advice of our hosts to avoid finding myself in any similar sort of situation.

Prayers for the people of Haiti and for the new government that they are electing.  With God’s grace, I hope they can continue rebuilding their country and end the corruption that has plagued them for so long.

Haitian Journal

Some of you may know that I am planning to visit Haiti in November.  I’m going as part of group from Tulsa’s Church of St. Mary.  The parish has had a relationship with the SOLT Mission in Kobonal, Haiti for quite some time, but has decided to expand that relationship to include direct involvement of the parishioners, utilizing the particular time, talent and treasure that they possess.

This upcoming trip is something of an exploratory trip, to determine how the parish can best serve the mission.  I will be going along to document what we find there through the use of photos, video and audio recordings.  I intend to be very busy, doing my best to capture not only the facts as we find them, but also the essence and spirit of the people and the work of the mission.

I will be using this blog as a way of documenting how I am personally preparing for this mission.  I will document what I’m reading, what I’m finding on the internet, perhaps some of the technical issues that I’m trying to solve, and my personal thoughts as we go along.

So, if you’re interested, follow along with the journey.  You may find a little bit of everything here, things written, things recorded, and things filmed.

I will appreciate your feedback!

Registration by Cell Phone

My friend Lisa Hendey pointed out this article on the Aggie Catholic website.  I thought it was a neat way of using new technologies for the age-old problem of getting people to register for their parish/campus ministry.

The article states well how hard it is to get college students to take the time to fill out a registration card.  Using the context of Mass, when the students are all gathered together, is an idea that most campus ministries already use.  The idea of doing it by cell phone while they are sitting in the pews is new and innovative.

I know that some people will complain about doing something like this during Mass, with good reason.  However, in my opinion, the benefit of actually knowing who your community is and how they can best be served by your ministry, outweighs this one time disruption.

Let’s be honest, is this really worse than having DDF or mission appeals during homilies?  I don’t think so.

http://marysaggies.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-we-asked-our-parishioners-to-bring.html

"Rather Beg Than Steal"

Everyone involved in ministry eventually encounters a panhandler.  As a campus minister, I dealt with a few every semester, usually during the colder weather.  I had different ways of dealing with them, depending on the situation. As a student center, and not a parish, we didn’t have any resources at hand to help the general public in need, so I would either try to send them along to a nearby parish, let them know how to contact a social services agency, or give them a few bucks out of my own pocket.

Catholic social justice teaching encourages us to have a special “option for the poor,” a calling to do more for those in most need, to lift them up out of poverty which cuts them off from so much more than just monetary considerations.  The problem is compounded by not knowing just how to help a particular person and not knowing the truth and legitimacy of the need.

If you drive around most cities, you will often see a “panhandler” standing at an intersection, holding a sign of some sort, hoping for donations from a passerby.  These fleeting encounters tug at our heartstrings and force us to make a quick decision in the time before the traffic light changes.

Perhaps I’ve become a little callous because of the encounters I’ve had before, but I have to be honest and say that I don’t trust these drive-by panhandlers.  I don’t feel compelled to help them in this way.  Instead, I try to find other ways to help the poor in my community.

Just a few minutes ago, I passed a man at a particularly busy intersection.  He was holding a crumpled rumpled cardboard sign with the message “Rather Beg Than Steal” scrawled upon it.  I’ve seen this particular phrase before, but today I caught my attention and made me pensive about its meaning.

Is this a statement of personal conviction?  Is this a warning, meant to guilt us into helping out as a way of preventing a crime?

I would prefer to see it as a plea for understanding, a plea of distress, a last resort before surrendering dignity and morality in the face of truly dire straits.  Does this make me want to give to this man more than before?

When my youngest nephew was confirmed, Bishop Curlin, now Bishop Emeritus of the Diocese of Charlotte, told us a story of traveling in India with Mother Teresa.  While walking the streets of Calcutta, Mother Teresa stopped to minister to a dying man on the streets.  Later, Bishop Curlin asked her how she always found the strength to reach out to others.  Paraphrasing from my poor memory, she said that “the Christ in her speaks to the Christ in others.”

Being made in the image and likeness of God, we know that Christ is in each human being, even if he doesn’t recognize it or accept it.  Basic human dignity compels us to help.  Upon reflection, I do feel a bit of guilt for not giving money to the man soliciting on the corner.

I know that 9 out of 10 such donations are probably not going to people who truly need the help.  This money is probably going to feed an addiction or for other spurious purposes. But perhaps that 1 out of 10 is enough.

“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit upon his glorious throne,

and all the nations will be assembled before him. And he will separate them one from another, as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats.

He will place the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

Then the king will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, a stranger and you welcomed me,

naked and you clothed me, ill and you cared for me, in prison and you visited me.’

Then the righteous will answer him and say, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink?

When did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you?

When did we see you ill or in prison, and visit you?’

And the king will say to them in reply, ‘Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.’

(Matthew 25:31-40)