Fatherhood

“Become who you were born to be.”

I’ve always loved this line, taken from a scene in Peter Jackson’s film “The Return of the King.” In a darkened tent where the army of Rohan encamps on the side of a mountain, Elrond speaks a word of challenge and invitation to Aragorn. He is the descendant of a royal line who has for too long wandered and waited for his vocation to be actualized. In this scene, the Ranger from the North takes up his forefather’s sword and takes hold once and for all of his high calling. He rises with a new name, Elessar, and a new mission.

Since the adoption of our son last month, I’ve been feeling the weight of a call; of a new vocation. I think something was activated in me just a few weeks ago, something that has perhaps lain dormant until now, like a seed that was planted but never cracked open until God knocked on the thin shell of my heart and whispered “Let there be life.”

It’s the glowing ember of fatherhood, which was nearly snuffed out in these past years of trial, of purification and waiting. But now it’s stirred by the breath of the Spirit and the gift of this adoption. In our sad experiences of miscarriage and loss, and in the midst of our unborn baby’s condition in the womb, I have always felt this vocation growing. Our prayer for a miracle for Baby Grace continues, but it’s as if in this time I were looking through a clouded glass, slightly removed, distant in a sense from this new act of “fathering.” I know in my heart I am a father, but until now I’ve been standing in this “Waiting Room,” pacing about, back and forth.

A mother’s vocation seems to be woven and spun so early, as the little ones are knit together in the womb. For a father, the world is like a second womb; he must wait to receive the new life in its second stage. (I think our Heavenly Father waits at the world’s end to receive us all. And what a happy, expectant Father He is! I wonder if God is pacing the halls of Heaven overjoyed for that moment when we are born into the Light of that Unending Day! Maybe all of the angels get cigars when someone enters Paradise?)

Right now, a child sleeps just feet away from me. Unbelievable. My vocation has made its “quantum leap”… has passed a test and is being given a new one. I feel this inspired instinct, this primal proclivity to guard and protect, to sacrifice and to serve my family at a new and deeper level than before. It’s amazing! And I can see the design here, the plan of God that allows us massive opportunities for grace. Life is meant to be, in the words of Pope Benedict XVI, an “an ongoing exodus out of the closed inward-looking self towards its liberation through self-giving, and thus towards authentic self-discovery and indeed the discovery of God.” It can begin in the self-gift of marriage, and continue for a couple in the gift of children.

Thank God for this plan, the plan of fatherhood and motherhood, of self-gift and self-emptying love! Like the vocation to celibate love, to spiritual fatherhood and motherhood in the priesthood and religious life, the vocation of marriage allows us to break free of the bonds of self-gratifying gravity and into the Great Wide Open of Selfless Love. It is this kind of love that makes the world go ’round, and that builds a culture of life and love.

May we all become what we were born to be!

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Smelling the Seasons…. Again

FALL FLASHBACK
There’s much afoot at the Donaghy homestead these days, and my time for writing is a bit scarce. I hope you’ll pardon this rerun from the fall of 2006, when I was just a baby blogger. Peace!
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I don’t know where you are, reading this right now. But right now, in southeastern Pennsylvania, USA, the leaves are beginning to lose their grip, the wind is breathing cooler, and the earth smells soooo good.

We have a cycle of seasons; they rise and fall from spring to winter like the very lives we live. And every season is a chance for us to taste again the sweetness and the sorrow, to pass through ourselves a life in miniature; to hear again that “still sad music of humanity.” From the green fire of a youthful spring, to the ripe joys of summer, and into the contemplative colors of fall… we prepare ourselves for the quiet sleep of winter.

I love the fall most of all. The very air has such a richness to it; the leaves are burning in a last shout of glory, and their earthy incense is a melancholic fragrance. It draws us into our past. The burnt gold of the evening horizon, the red-rimmed maple trees, the barren branches with their hundred tiny fingers, stretching out into space, stark against a deep night sky. For me, there is something ancient in this season, something somber. And yet pointing towards a promise, even through the cloak of brown leaves and misty mornings.

Tomorrow, I’ll begin again a journey through my favorite book, Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. That journey begins in the autumn of Middle-Earth, a season and a place that Tolkien says is our own, just deeper into the pages of history than can be remembered. The time is a sad one; the Elves are moving through the Old Forest. And with them something of the magic of the world, the ancient ways, the high poetry is leaving too. They are moving towards the Grey Havens, singing hymns of Elbereth and Earendil, leaving Middle-Earth forever.

As I sit on the shores of this new millennium, just beginning, and look back at the 20th century and so many gone before it, I see much that once was has been forgotten. In our noise and haste, lessons are left unread and unlearned. In my own life, and the cycle of its seasons, how many times have I forgotten the wisdom that came through the Woods. Through the leaves that rustled with Truth, the Beauty that came to me in every Sun rising. But what lies ahead is the journey. For the Elves, and for the Fellowship of the Ring as they begin their heroic walk, the journey is one of hope. A hope “beyond all memory.” A hope that what is evil in the world can finally be overcome. A hope that Good can prevail, and the ancient wisdom, the Music that made the world can be played in all it’s fullness.

Let the journey begin!

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Happy Birthday Humanae Vitae!

This year the Church “celebrates” the fortieth anniversary of Pope Paul VI’s theological lighthouse, Humanae Vitae, a brief letter highlighting what human life is all about and what human love is meant to reflect. It materialized like a beacon atop a pillar of rock in the midst of the fog kicked up from a so-called sexual revolution in the 1960’s. I call it a lighthouse because today, anyone with half a brain can see that the revolution shipwrecked in turning away from it; the Yellow Submarine sank just as soon as it set sail, and we’ve been floating through some pretty dark wreckage ever since. The proof is in the statistics.

Forty years ago, public and parochial reactions to Paul VI’s letter were said to have broken his heart. Souls abandoned the Bark of Peter in droves and chose rather to find their own way through the deep and mysterious waters of human sexuality. But we have paid a high price for jumping ship…

Dr. Janet Smith (click here for the complete text) recently wrote an article highlighting the prophecies that Pope Paul VI made concerning what would happen if the Church’s teaching on contraception were ignored. For one, he said that the widespread use of contraception would lead to more cases of adultery and a general lowering of morality (anyone want to argue with that one?) The Pope predicted that men would lose respect for women and “no longer (care) for her physical and psychological equilibrium,” coming at last to “the point of considering her as a mere instrument of selfish enjoyment and no longer as his respected and beloved companion.” Paul VI also foresaw that the widespread allowance of contraception would put a “dangerous weapon . . . in the hands of those public authorities who take no heed of moral exigencies.” (enter China’s one child policy, for example). Finally, contraception could lead humanity into a distorted sense of dominion over our own bodies. As Dr. Smith mentions, “sterilization is now the most widely used form of contraception in the U.S.; individuals are so convinced of their rights to control their own bodies that they do not hesitate to alter even their own physical make-up.”

Despite these forty subsequent years of tragically fulfilled prophecies, many still cling to the hope that condoms and the Pill will somehow tame the teenagers and bring us “adults” a marital tranquility that won’t be “interrupted” or “disturbed” by expensive and intrusive children. Forgive us Father, we know not what we do. *

Humanae Vitae hit the culture like a bomb, and many are still picking pieces of its razor sharp clarity out of their shattered dreams of sexual license and reproductive autonomy. This teaching still burrows into the skin of many Catholics, like a piece of metal the spin doctors missed. We can’t figure out why the Church won’t “stay out of the bedroom” – as if the Church were a building built apart from flesh and blood. Perhaps we should recall that the Church is born in the bedroom, for it’s a living body after all. Where else would the Church be found?

Humanae Vitae told the world that the natural and sometimes fertile flow of love from man to woman that held the power to unify hearts and bring new life into the world should never be blocked, barricaded, or belittled into something merely biological, or merely pleasurable. Sex should (and could) always be knit to love and life, pleasure and procreation, bonding and babies. Our biology is never separate from our theology. That would be a divorce. What God has brought together, let no man separate.

What the world wanted to divide, Pope Paul VI announced, the Church would hold together. And I’m so glad he did. But he paid a price too, like Gandalf facing his enemy, standing on the bridge between life and death. The rather intense image in this post was inspired by a talk of Christopher West’s I attended this summer. I was given permission by the artist Ted Nasmith, himself a non-Catholic, who was gracious enough to let me “alter” his work.

What a hero we have in Pope Paul VI, for his courage in holding fast to the beauty of the sexual embrace, of fertility, of life, of its sacred character from womb to tomb. May it be soon that his spirit of love and sacrifice resurrects like the Grey Pilgrim from the abyss in which our culture is falling. That a true Culture of Life prevail…. free, fruitful, and full of hope.

Pope Paul VI, pray for us…

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* I recognize the strong tone of this post may offend certain readers who disagree with the Church’s teaching on contraception. It is certainly a very personal and sensitive issue. I would like to welcome any comments or questions and I pray that a fruitful dialogue might come from it. This is a teaching that I and the Church I love feel very strongly about. For a deeper understanding of the issue, please read the letter of Pope Paul VI first, found here.

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Fr. Barron on the Lord of the Rings

I stumbled on these gems the other day. Great insights on the foundations of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, which Tolkien himself called “a profoundly religious and Catholic work.” Enjoy! (for more of Fr. Barron’s insights on a host of stuff, click ‘dis.)

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New Year’s Resolution #4 – Letting Go

Letting go of things is never easy.
Letting go of our addictions is never, ever, easy…

Even when they are burning hot Rings of Doom, made by the Enemy, emblazoned with the fiery script of the Black Speech of Mordor, and pretty much telling us in so many words that they are in fact Evil, we are loathe to part with our precioussss “fill in the blank.”

We cling so often to what we know is not good for us, to what we know in our minds and hearts is unhealthy for us. We wantsss it, precioussss…. we wantssss it… Perhaps because it gives us a sense of control or some comfort or it nurses our pride, or becomes the envy of our enemy. What makes the letting go so difficult is the fact that we have poured so much of ourselves into the Thing (whatever, or whoever, it is), just as Sauron poured his malice and his cunning and all of his art, twisted though it was, into the Ring of Power. What happens when we pour ourselves into a creature and not the Creator? Then the possession, the creature or created thing, becomes the possessor. It gets a power over us, and the possessor gets possessed! By refusing to give ourselves freely in love, we lose ourselves tragically in lust; for a power, or a plaything, or even a person that we have made into a god.

We need to break these addictions. We need someone to unfold our knotted fists and open them up to freedom.

Frodo of the Shire. Even Mr. Baggins failed in the end, didn’t he? At the end of all things, it appeared that even Frodo could not resist the power of the Ring, and succumbed to its weight, there at the very Crack of Doom. “Just let it go!” cried the ever faithful Sam. But Frodo could not loosen his grip and let such a small thing fall away from him.

I’ve often pondered Tolkien’s decision in writing this ending. After all, they had come so far, proven themselves over and over again, starved and staggered, fasted and fumbled through countless miles to come to this point. Why did Frodo fail in the end?

This is the melancholic tone that sounds throughout Tolkien’s writing, the sadness and sense of what Tolkien himself called the “long defeat.” It’s a reflection of our human story. We are all of us prodigal sons and daughters. Original Sin should be the one dogma of the Catholic Faith that needs no defense or apologetic. Its echo resounds in every one of our endeavors, every task, every ambition, encounter, effort and ache in the heart. We are wounded, and we need help. We can only come so far, give so much and then, when the leap is wider than our eyes can fathom, or the task to heavy for us to bear, we choke. We hold back. We don’t want to let go, jump, trust, abandon. And the discordant music that ripped a black hole in the fabric of the cosmos swells up again in the human heart. “I will not serve.” – “I won’t let go!”

Thank God another hand was there that day, when Frodo refused to let the Ring fall. But it was an unexpected hand, a gnarled and withered hand that saved the day. Gollum clutched and grasped at his master and bit the hand of Frodo, causing the Ring to plummet into fire and out of memory.

How often does it seem that Providence puts these unwelcome hands in our way, gnarled and withered hands that take things away from us, tear at us and tease us. It should be stressed that this is not the Hand of God… directly. He wills only our good and we must believe this, we must trust this. But we must know too that God is a jealous Lover. And He may from time to time unbind and allow the hands of the Devil to act. This is the mysterium iniquitatis, the mystery of evil, and the mystery of Good as well. The puzzling Plan of Providence.

Does this frighten us? Is this an unsettling thought for us? To consider that God would ever allow us, His children to be burned, to be hurt, to suffer like Job? It takes tremendous faith, and a laser focus on that one thing needful, that pearl of great price. It is, we find in the end, not the pearl that matters, but the Person holding it. All else must fall away. Everything must fall away and we must be stripped, just as Frodo and Samwise on their journey through Mordor, and Abraham through the countless miles to Canaan, and Moses in the wilderness, and Hannah in her tears, and David in his battles, and Anthony in his barren cave, Clare in the cutting of her hair and all the ties that bound her to comfort. Everyone must pass through Mordor, through Calvary. And there, if we are to be free, we must lay down the Precious. Cast it into the fire, let it burn upon the altar of the Cross.

And then will be free. Then we will cry with Samwise when the Ring was destroyed and he passed from death to unexpected Life “I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!”

For when our hands are truly empty, God can finally fill them.

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New Year’s Resolution #3 – Get Dirty

When I was in college, they called me “Nature Boy.” I had an adverse reaction to pavement. I would never walk on the sidewalks. This is true.

It wasn’t exactly a conscious endeavor on my part. I just found myself off the beaten path (well, pavement) en route to another building in the middle of the day, or heading towards chapel as the sun was tipping over and spilling its liquid light over the horizon. Then a guy would yell out, “Hey Thoreau! See any slate colored juncos lately! Ha hah!” … and stuff like that. I’d just smile and keep on…. meandering.

FLASH TO THE FUTURE!!
Just yesterday, I was contemplating the sad fact that I don’t wander as aimlessly as I used to. I travel from Point A to Point B…. POW! Mission accomplished. I’m running over concrete towards a linoleum floor, then back to the asphalt for the ride home. At the illustrious private boys school where I teach, the students are not allowed to walk on the grass because, get this, this would make the grounds “unpleasant” to look upon. You see, when you walk on grass a lot, it goes away.

FLASH BACK TO THAT COMMERCIAL FROM THE 70’s
Remember that image of Chief Iron Eyes Cody looking out on a sprawling modern mess of pollution, and a single tear runs down his ancient face? I loved that commercial! How far we’ve come from that respect for the land, from that love of the earth in all it’s beauty. Who doesn’t feel refreshed at the scent of spring rain, rich soil, fallen leaves, and the thick, warm breath of a garden or greenhouse crammed with life?

This Christmas, Santa got me a new pair of shoes (is that a song?). Oh they’re nice. All leathery and cushiony, great for standing on your feet all day teaching too. Smithsonians or something. The other day I was walking around campus and I felt the call to wander up the hill and along the path that circles Malvern. Like Sirens, those countless hours growing up in the pine woods of south central Jersey, the hikes, the walks, the ritual journey into the silence and the serenity of the cranberry bogs and cedar creeks of Browns Mills was whispering to me, tapping me on the shoulder with long flowery fingers.

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION #3 – DIRTY SHOES…
Why do we choose a hard, slick, “artificial” surface when God has designed a soft, grassy carpet for us.

The Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way, Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
– J.R.R. Tolkien

I think the sign of a happy soul can be found on the sole. So let’s walk today, away from the things of man, and when duty calls, go back again…. but take the long way!

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Wacky Wacky Stuff

A friend just sent me this CRAZY tune on the Lord of the Rings. Hilarious, and the clips from the films is well done too! Enjoy!

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Don’t Mess with Star Wars!

I decided to show the classic Return of the Jedi in my study hall yesterday. What the heck, Easter break is here, and it’s Star Wars for the love of Yoda!!

Watching this classic brought me back to my own high school days. Actually the saga spanned throughout my elementary education and well into high school. We had to wait about three years for each sequel! What patience we had then! I could tell you some amazing trivia. I knew the actors and actresses behind the costumes, I knew the space systems, the creatures. I owned those classic action figures. Yes indeed, those were the salad days….

Now Return of the Jedi had “state of the art graphics.” We were blown away by the speeder-bike chase, the “new” Death Star, and the wild alien creatures that came creeping out of the mind of George Lucas. How ’bout that Sarlacc Pit? Nasty! Star Wars was COOLNESS PERSONIFIED.

As I was reflecting on this, I was suddenly sucked back from my 80’s nostalgia and into the present 2007 “everything’s digitally enhanced is that a real person\city\landscape I can’t tell the difference anymore” world. One of my 16 year old students mumbled “This is like a bad YouTube video.”

Ouch.

Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they say!

A bad YouTube video? OK, in all seriousness, compared to today’s special effects, sure, the Ewoks were a little cheesy, the Death Star did look like a big firecracker blowing up in space (would there be sparks?), and what was up with the Admiral Lobster Head Guy?

But we suspended our disbelief, we got lost in the story. And that was the missing link between the old school Star Wars movies and the new ones, so loaded with computer generated images that the actors were mostly working in front of a blue screen staring at nothing: the missing link was a good story.

I was quickly comforted after this blow to my beloved Star Wars by another student, who nailed it on the head; “If they had this story with the new effects, those movies would’ve been sick.” (this means “exceptionally spectacular, Mr. Donaghy!”)

So, wake up America! Let’s get back to those epic tales of good versus evil, cheering for the underdog, and the crushing complexity of the hero who learns to let go (finally!), putting others before himself. We’ve been super-soaked by special effects and we’re drowning in a blue pool of virtual reality. The kids are suffering from a numbing of the mind… a snuffing out of the sense of wonder. We need an appeal to the real, a drama we can enter into ourselves. We need to look and see that the best movie ever made is you and me. The REAL LIFE! And also we need Peter Jackson to make The Hobbit!! Yeah!!


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PS – Speaking of Star Wars, many of us hoped the latest “episodes”
would have recaptured the glory of the originals for a new generation,
and we were sorely disappointed. George must have had an accident
involving wet linoleum and the hanging of a clock. For a good laugh at
this sad reality, enjoy the following video wondering what the “new”
Lucas would have done if he directed the Lord of the Rings.

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What’s Wrong With You?

There is a moving scene (among many) in the film The Fellowship of the Ring where the character of Aragorn, known as Strider, struggles with his own mortal weakness. In the quiet of Rivendell, in a dimly lit chamber where ancient memories are held sacred, he gazes on a painting of his ancestor, Isildur. It was he who in ages long past cut the Ring from the Dark Lord’s finger and saved Middle-Earth from defeat. But it was by that same Ring that Isildur himself fell into weakness and death. The memory of that fatal flaw has haunted Aragorn his entire life.

As he turns to the shadows in this fog of fear and shame. He sees his love, Arwen approach and she speaks a word of confidence to him. “Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur’s heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.”

The future King replies “The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness…”

What is it that “leads us into temptation”? Why do we so often do the evil that we hate, and not do the good we know we should do? The answers to questions about sin, suffering, death, neuroses and psychoses are all bound up and tightly packed in the simple phrase “Original Sin.” The sheer density of this reality is like the weight of galaxies. It’s like our collapsed star, a black hole in the human universe.

Original Sin is the sin at our origins. And it’s real. Painfully real. Other dogmas and doctrines in the Church sometimes need more expounding, more unfolding for us to see them more clearly. For the doctrine of Original Sin, we only need to look in the mirror, or to read a newspaper. Before we are tempted to dismiss it as something irrelevant to our everyday lives, another doctrine of the Church that’s all “spiritual and stuff,” let’s pause…. if we miss this, it will be impossible for us to ever truly know ourselves, others, or this beautiful but broken creation that has been dying and rising with us all our lives.

In the beginning, with the sin of Adam and Eve, there was a terrible break, a mortal wound that caused four major fractures in our relationships as human persons. These four Original Wounds are still experienced by every son or daughter of Adam and Eve. They are breaks in our relationships with God, within ourselves, with each other, and with creation. We all feel them, we all experience them in some fashion every day. They are our ancestral heritage. They are in the blood (which is why we need the blood of Jesus to be poured out for us in a Divine transfusion – that’s the Mass).

Think of your life. It’s a good examination of conscience every day to look at these four areas and to ask the question, “Have I been healed?” The good news is, we have the cure today. The blood of Jesus is with us. His Sacred Heart is here! The organ is ready to be transplanted within the hollow of our chest. New life, a strong heart, and reconciliation…. finally!

In Jesus ALONE is this reconciliation made… In Jesus ALONE is real union and communion. Has this truth really sunk in for us? Peace and reconciliation will NOT come from politics, the Republicans, the Democrats… economics, a new haircut, or a new job… a new car, a new relationship… It’s Jesus. It really is.

How strong a reaction are you having to this statement right now? Is it an “amen” or a whimper? A shrug of the shoulders or a surge of the heart? For me, it’s getting easier every day. I’m getting acclimated to this new heart and this new blood that comes to me every time I go to Mass. Sometimes it cuts. He’s that divisive. He’s a two-edged sword that slices us through like a surgeon’s knife. But this is the open heart surgery we need, or we’ll die. If we don’t have His Heart, than we suffer those mortal wounds and we’ll never accomplish our own mission or finish the journey…

Arwen the Beautiful held Aragorn’s weathered face in her hands. He was a Ranger and had seen many dangers in the wide world. She whispers “Your time will come. You will face the same evil, and you will defeat it…. The Shadow does not hold sway… Aragorn. Not over you and not over me.”

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Gaudete Means "Woohoo!"

This Sunday (the Third Sunday of Advent) has been traditionally referred to as Gaudete Sunday. Gaudete is the Latin word for “rejoice” and it comes from the first word that appears in the entrance antiphon for this Sunday’s Mass: “Rejoice in the Lord always; again I say, rejoice! The Lord is near.”

I love Gaudete Sunday. It’s our B12 shot for the winter. It carries us through the long shadows of these December days and reminds us that the dawn of our salvation is near! REJOICE!

But let’s be honest. This is easier said than done. For the reality is, we live in very dark times. The weight of this blanket of fear seems almost too heavy to pull off. “To rejoice always” seems impossible, to even try it seems a little naive. We are surrounded by war, division, family strife, daily stress, and tragic deaths; another shooting took place in one of our schools just three days ago. The senseless violence continues, a rampant disrespect for the person rages on, and our culture continues to gorge itself on illicit sex and material possessions. Our hearts are full of the wrong kind of fuel. And still we continue to pour it in and hope that something, ANYTHING, will give us that spark of joy we long for that will fire up the engines of our soul and get us out of this darkness.

We want to rejoice. We want lasting joy, yet we know not where to look. “Religion? I tried the Church, and it didn’t work. It’s full of sinners and hypocrites, like me. Service to others? Did it for awhile and I just ran out of gas. People don’t even notice! I had joy in my work, but the bureaucracy and the paperwork and the triple-typed memos about the previous memo killed my sense of creativity and zeal!”

But you’ve seen some who have this joy. They wear it like a diamond. Like a glittering sword it goes before them, cutting through the legions of doubt, fear, and anxiety that seem always to press in on us. So how can I put on this joy and stay in it? When can I settle down and make JOY my zip code and PEACE my mailing address! I gotta get out of this place! The place where worry and fear always get the upper hand!

I’m reminded of a tale from Tolkien’s mythology (of course!). In the Silmarillion, at the dawn of creation, there are angelic creatures known as Ainur who are allowed to shape the world according to the Music they sing. Known as the Ainulindalë, it is one of the most moving passages ever written. That the world was made in Music, not music made in the world, is a profoundly powerful truth. Perhaps that’s why music is the language that seems to speak JOY the most, bypassing our reasons for fear. It’s primal, elemental, ancient. It precedes the Dark Void; in fact, Music is the presence that impregnates it. Music contains the seed of JOY.
All of the Ainur lovingly assist the One God in shaping the beauty of Middle-Earth, it’s mountains and valleys, rivers and seas, except one. His name is Melchor.

What the Ainur make holy, Melchor desecrates. What they build up, he tears down. What they fill, he empties. A battle erupts and the Good Ainur try to chain Melchor, as he twists and corrupts all that’s good and true. When the War seems to take a turn for the worse, another Ainur, unheard of in Middle-Earth until now, descends into the newly made realm. His name is Tulkas. And here is the image that for me gets to the “heart of things” – he comes laughing into battle. Laughing…

Streaming from eternity with pure, unfiltered, primal, blazing JOY, he comes. It is the shine from the face of Tulkas, beaming with radiant bliss and confidence in the One from Whom he has come, that scatters Melchor and sends him into the outer darkness. This same joy is seen much later in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, in the much loved character of Tom Bombadil.

Now just listen to this Sunday’s readings, filled as they are with this same joy, and so desirous for us to open up and drink it in:

“Shout for joy, O daughter Zion! Sing joyfully, O Israel! Be glad and exult with all your heart, O daughter Jerusalem! … The King of Israel, the LORD, is in your midst, you have no further misfortune to fear…”
– Zephaniah 3:14

“Brothers and sisters: Rejoice in the Lord always. I shall say it again: rejoice! Your kindness should be known to all. The Lord is near. Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
– Philippians 4:4-7

Let’s remember that the measure of our joy and peace lies not so much in what we do, but rather in taking in what God has done for us. Joy is receiving the seed of God’s own Love into our hearts, then bearing it out in the world. We can truly “rejoice always” in everything inasmuch as we lay our confidence in this.

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