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Speaking in Center City, Philadelphia – Mondays, November 2, 9, 16, 23

October 19, 2009

Introduction to the Theology of the Body


Date(s): Mondays, November 2nd-23th
Location: St. John the Evangelist
21 S. 13th St.
Philadelphia PA, 19107
Presented By: Bill Donaghy
Contact: St. John’s Young Adult Community
Email: yacspirit@gmail.com
Cost: $65 includes materials

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St. John’s Young Adult Community will host Bill Donaghy, TOB Institute Speaker and Educator, for a unique seminar series this fall. Over four consecutive Mondays in November, Bill will break open the beauty and mystery of Pope John Paul II’s Theology of the Body. Join other young adults in the Philadelphia area and dive deep into depths of the church’s teachings on sexuality. Be prepared to discover, maybe for the first time, your heart’s deepest desires for love and communion.

Alligators and Boars and Jesus, Oh My!!

July 13, 2008

Today wraps up the first annual “Be Not Afraid” Youth Conference Retreat at Ave Maria University near Naples, Florida; strategically held at a place where there is, in fact, much to fear.

The following list of deadly beasts is authentic and has not been doctored up or exaggerated in any way (and was revealed to me by “Christie,” who gave me this list AFTER she picked me up at the Fort Myers Airport… ha ha ha)

– panthers
– black bear
– wild boar (I met a guy named Anthony who has bagged 14 of them with
a bow and arrow. I am NOT making any of this up)
– alligators (exhibit A, pictured above; sadly his ferocity may seem
dwarfed by my finger. I found him this morning, floating just outside
the main hall where the retreat was held. Awesome)
– five species of poisonous snakes (and of course, lots of non-
poisonous cousins)
– black widow spiders (helloooooooo)
– mosquitoes that could carry small packages on their backs.

“Be not afraid.”

Indeed.

Ave Maria University just moved into town a couple years ago, in fact, the town is being built “around” the University. It’s brand new. So as Christie says, “Nature has not quite gotten the concept yet of “people.” It got me thinking though, as I pedalled into town this morning on a
borrowed bike, past palm trees, floating gators, and prehistoric birds drying their huge wings atop street lights (while whistling the theme from Jurassic Park) – I think the scariest presence of all for some of these teenagers is God Himself.

Who is He really?
What does He want from me?
Does He know me, all of me, my heart’s deepest secrets and desires?
Do I even know myself?

It’s scary terrain, this interior landscape of the human heart, no doubt. But to live an authentic human life, we must step out, wade into the water, take that uncharted path.

Leaving today, with the final farewells and the testimonies of the young, I knew many had discovered some peace. A fellowship too, so desperately needed. And best of all the truth that God is not scary; life without Him is.

Youth Conference at Ave Maria University

June 5, 2008

Ave Maria University is hosting a dynamic conference for youth this summer (July 11-13) in sunny Florida. It’s a great time for the youth to go deeper in their faith, meet some new friends, and experience God’s love in a place set apart just for them. Here are the details from the AMU website. PS – I was invited to speak 😉

SPEAKERS:
Matt Smith (from Life Teen), Bill Donaghy (Catholic Nerd), Franciscan Friars of the Renewal (these guys are like Catholic Super Heroes)

WHO:
Rising High School Freshman to Graduating Seniors

WHAT:
A weekend packed with dynamic talks, praise and worship, perpetual adoration, prayer, fellowship and entertainment.

WHERE:
Ave Maria University, Ave Maria, FL

WHEN:
July 11-13, 2008

HOW:
Registration is $125 and will include a NON-REFUNDABLE deposit of $50 for each person.
“Be Not Afraid…Open wide the doors to Christ!”- Pope John Paul II

For more info, visit the online registration page here.

On Top of the World

May 24, 2008

I’m in North Carolina this weekend, catching up with an old friend and giving a couple of short reflections to his Confirmation students. We had a great hike today up Whiteside Mountain. There’s nothing like talking about the wonders of God’s creation while you’re sitting in the middle of it! The kids, all roughly high school age, were a great group and brought a peaceful, fun spirit to the hike. The pictures of the day and the beauties we discovered can be found by clicking this here link! – “My Mac Web Gallery.”

“To materialists this world is opaque like a curtain; nothing can be seen through it. A mountain is just a mountain, a sunset just a sunset; but to poets, artists, and saints, the world is transparent like a window pane – it tells of something beyond….a mountain tells of the Power of God, the sunset of His Beauty, and the snowflake of His Purity.”

– Bishop Fulton J. Sheen

You Never Know…

July 26, 2007

Last night ended the series I was invited to offer at my ‘ole home parish in Browns Mills, New Jersey. That…. was… fun.

And it was so humbling to come home; to see so many of the faces I knew growing up, some never knowing by name, but by their faithful presence in the pew beside me. And here was this skinny, nerdy kid, now all “growed up” and not so skinny …. sharing faith and reflecting on living the Catholic life. You never know where life will take you! So humbling…. and I’m so grateful for that invitation.

Much has changed from the old L-shaped church with the rickety old pews and creaky wood floors that I grew up in before high school. I remember the smell of the Murphy’s Oil and the old missalettes stacked up in the back. I think it was built in the 1920’s? Or was it the 1930’s? Affectionately known as “St. Ann’s in the Pines,” it was where I used to kneel and pray and daydream and drift at countless masses as a child. That’s where I’d steal furtive glances over to the “blond haired girl” (and she’d glance back!) as she’d walk her little sister to the back of church when I was 12. Yeah, my first crush.

And in the quiet pauses in the liturgy, when soft light streamed through weathered stained glass, in the middle of my daydreaming about a galaxy far far away, or imagining myself on an adventure like Indiana Jones, I’d get that little tug at the heart. I’d sense a Presence just close enough to notice, but waiting for me to discover, to recognize when I was ready. I’d smell the warm wax from the votive candles and hear the bells chime up in the front of church… and through a crowded sea of shoulders and heads now gone silver, I’d see Something happening, some distant and mystical action that I knew was different. Special. Holy…

God bless the parish churches that daily sound those bells and the priests that lift their hands to bless us, Sunday after Sunday and day after day. And to the old men and their meetings, their running of the Bingo and their stories of the War. To the women who are the heart of the Church, whispering their rosaries and thumbing through their yellowed prayer cards and devotional books, bound up and held by rubberbands.

All have sown seeds. All have tilled the fields and worked in some way, though they may know it not, and their ordinary lives are bringing up extraordinary life in the garden of the world. We see you and we know you believe, even in the midst of this culture that is stripping us of the Sacred and Sublime.

On this feast day of the grandparents of Jesus, St. Joachim and St. Anne…. I thank you for guiding me and my generation in unseen ways and inspiring us with unspoken words.

“For just as from the heavens the rain and snow come down and do not return there till they have watered the earth, making it fertile and fruitful, giving seed to him who sows and bread to him who eats, so shall my word be that goes forth from my mouth; It shall not return to me void, but shall do my will, achieving the end for which I sent it.”


– Isaiah 55:10-11

Going Home

July 19, 2007

Well, my home parish has invited me back to lead the Triduum for St. Ann next week. The mission runs in the evenings from Monday to Wednesday (July 23-25). If you’re in that neck of the woods, feel free to stop in!

I’m very excited, despite the fact that Jesus said “Amen, I say to you, no prophet is accepted in his own native place.” (yikes) … and then they tried to throw Him off of a cliff. Nah, I’m not nervous…. because South Jersey has no cliffs! Hah Ha! That’s right, we’re flat-landers! The Pine Barrens, where I used to wander as a youth, has to be one of the flattest, most monotonous, and deeply beautiful stretches of God’s green earth I’ve ever seen.

What a gift and an honor to be invited home! To offer some reflections on living a life of faith, of seeing this world of wonders, and each other, as gifts as well. Not to say the talks won’t challenge us too… Would it be the Gospel if it didn’t stir us up, shake us from our comfort zones, expand our horizons and call us to a journey into the deep, perhaps into Mordor itself! It’s all about conversion, turning around, facing His Face again, and letting Him look deeply into our hearts. Please say a prayer that I voice the sweet summons of the Gospel, and only what He wants to be spoken. May the words of St. John the Baptist become my mantra: “He must increase, I must decrease.”

Anyhoo, we’ll be heading over to Jersey this weekend…. back to the home turf, the ‘ole stompin’ grounds. I hope to visit one of my old haunts to get ready for the mission (no, not Alba’s Pizza, home of the greatest Sicilian Pie ever crafted by human hands). I mean White’s Bogs, that desert of pine trees and cranberry pools that formed me; the Fortress of Solitude that made my brother and I look not only up to the Creator but down to the Master Dreamer Who showed us the intricately carved beauties of His works. And in those wild and wide open vistas, in all kinds of weather, we treasured the gifts the Master Painter gave us.

I’m looking forward to the smell of the cedar water, the shrill cries of the red-winged black bird, the egret, and the laughter of the chickadee. I couldn’t tell you how many hours we spent wandering those quiet places, and every season turned a new page; the tundra swans in early winter, the warblers in the spring, swimming in the clear back lake, and driving the dirt roads in the summer, laughing and singing John Cougar Mellencamp, as the sun tipped and set the heads of the white pines ablaze on the horizon, like matches to warm the cool and scented night. The bogs became a book we knew well, and we weathered every page.

So what’s your story? What are the pages in the book of your life? Do you ever go back to read them from where you are today? There are lessons we can learn from our past, every moment like a stone we can hold and polish smooth with our thoughts and prayers. Were there wounds and sorrow? Thoughtful prayer can smooth them over. Is there loss and regret? Grace can fill up the deepest valley. Was there joy that has since been left untapped? Reflecting in that pool of memories can bring refreshment again. Our youth still belongs to us, and each experience is uniquely our own and belongs to no one else. So going home, like going on vacation, is a chance for reflection, growth, and gratitude. Let’s seize the opportunity! In the immortal words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast…. you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”

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Check out Michael Hogan’s beautiful pictures of the Pine Barrens!

Three Thoughts That Have Changed My Life

June 12, 2007

This Thursday, Rebecca and I are flying up to Western Canada and I’ll be giving an all day seminar on the Theology of the Body (please pray for us!). We can’t wait to share this message with our brothers and sisters “up north” …. (and seeing the Canadian Rockies is a wee bit exciting, I’m not gonna lie!)

I was asked not long ago to share what I thought might be the three most powerful thoughts to come from a study of Pope John Paul II’s Theology of the Body (a series of biblical reflections written by the late Pope John Paul II, called “one of the boldest reconfigurations of Catholic theology in centuries.” It addresses some of the most fundamental and important questions of human existence!)

Well, here are the three things that continually fill me with wonder and awe, and are daily becoming the tripod on which I stand to view God, Life and Everything in Between…

1. The body is holy.
2. Marriage is an appetizer.

3. God is a Lover.

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1. The body is holy.
So many of us grow up being conditioned to think that are bodies are somehow dirty, our desires always sinful, and sex is a guilty pleasure (even among the married!) We seem to forget that it was God Himself Who gave us our bodies! In the beginning, He declared them to be “very good,” and the first commandment He gave us was not a “Thou Shalt NOT” but a life-affirming, joyful, and ecstatic exclamation to “Be fruitful and multiply!”

So our bodies are holy, aka unique, set apart, different and wholly one with our souls. Not pieces of luggage our souls are wrapped in until death do us part. Our bodies are destined to share in the glory (or the horror) that is to come. The body is a unique composite – a unity of spirit and matter, soul and body, fashioned in the image of God and destined to live forever.”

They/we are made for a communion, of which marriage is just a little glimmer! It’s the sad consequence of sin that has caused a rift in the body/soul harmony. Everyone today, in a hundred different ways, is trying to figure out how to restore the balance.

Our bodies are temples, really. I think we sometimes consider them to more like parish youth centers, or maybe modestly carpeted church basements. But they are TEMPLES! Something beautiful, something theological is expressed in and through our bodies! What is it?

2. Marriage is an appetizer.
The truth is we are made for COMMUNION. And we must become a gift for others in order for this communion to happen. It happens in a spiritual way primarily, but marriage here below gives it the physical sign for us to see, and for many of us, to experience.

Man is meant to become a total gift for woman and woman is meant to receive this gift from man, and then… life comes from the union of the two. This giving and receiving is the great dance, the spousal meaning of our bodies proclaims it. It points to the fact that in the end there will be the final realization of God’s plan for humanity and the universe. And that is…. (tadah!)

1. That we sit on clouds and strum harps?
2. We fan God on His Throne with palm branches saying “Yeah God!” ?

No… the final realization is the Wedding Feast of Heaven, when we at last come to see that God wants, not simply for us to follow the rules, be good, clean up our acts…. but above all God wants to MARRY US! Draw us into the Great Embrace of His Triune Love, a love that has ceaselessly been swirling about in the Love of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit! So marriage here below echoes that hope, gives us a glimmer of the love to come, and offers us even now that mysterious equation found in families: 1 + 1 = 1

One gives to another in love and makes another…. 1 + 1 = 1 and 1 = 3, a family. You’ve got three persons in one family. Sound familiar? The very mystery of Who God Is is stamped right in our bodies as male and female! We’re so much more than biology…. we’re biology that speaks a theology, a word about God!

3. God is a Lover.
This word that marriage speaks about God is that He is above all a Lover. Are we ready for this? Even though it is in fact love we all long for, did we ever think that God was the source of this Love? His is more than a Father’s love, or a Grandfather’s. His is the beginning and end of Love. Look at the saints and mystics….. their prayer became rapture, their hearts were wooed by the Divine. Pope John Paul II said “Prayer can progress as a genuine dialogue of love, to the point of rendering the person wholly possessed by the Divine Beloved, vibrating at the Spirit’s touch, resting filially on the Father’s heart. This is the lived experience of Christ’s promise…” (Novo Millennio Ineunte 33)

WOOHOOOOO!!!! If these truths don’t lead your heart to cry out for God and the deepest meaning of your own life, then I don’t know what can. So let’s trade in any false loves, any counterfeits we’ve bought into…. and we’ll cry out these ancient prayers from the Psalms:

“As the deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God. My being thirsts for God, the living God. When can I go and see the face of God?” (Psalm 42)

“My soul yearns and pines for the courts of the LORD. My heart and flesh cry out for the living God.” (Psalm 84)