look, the world's a mess . . . mercury is in retrograde (so I hear) and a little country humor and knitting kitsch couldn't hurt, right?


Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross

Readings Nm 21:4b-9; Phil 2:6-11; Jn 3:13-17


    In our first reading tonight from the Hebrew Scriptures, we hear one
of the many tales of our ancestors.  In a
nut shell, the people, unhappy with their circumstances,  complained, then some died, and then the
people asked Moses to ask God to take the serpents away; and God heeded Mose’s
request and those who had been bitten, who surely would have died, were
healed.  Lots of people focus on is how
when the people turned from God, God punished them.  But, we are to look beyond the literal –
after all, that’s just how the people interpreted what was happening.  It’s not necessarily a cause and effect
relationship here.  What seems true to
me, about human nature, anyway, is that complaining doesn’t do anyone a whole
lot of good. 

    So, the people didn’t like the food, they didn’t like where
they were, they didn’t like the people they were with or their leader… (Sound
familiar?)  So they complained and moaned
and threw hissy fits.  And then they
died.  Complaining is a death-dealing

    When people ask me how I’m doing… I often say, “I can’t
complain”, which I quickly follow up with “but I do, anyway.”  Complain that is.  I complain that the leaders of my country are
driving it into the ground; I complain that we aren’t listening to each other;
that our political process is so messed up; that we aren’t doing enough to help
others; that there’s nothing on TV. 

I complain that I don’t have enough time to do all the things I want or
feel like I need to do…. You get the picture. 
You may even be living in a similar picture….Well without the banana in
the cereal box! (I hope).

    But, the truth is there is nothing in my life worthy of
complaint.  I’m fed, sheltered, have
friends, good health, a fantastic job, sisters who love and support me,
transportation, enough yarn to knit a dozen sweaters and blankets, not to
mention clean water, electricity, and indoor plumbing.     Complaining is death-dealing; because while
I’m focused on what I don’t have; what I “should” have, I am not celebrating
what I do have and I miss the gifts that are right in front of me. 

    Also, I’m not working to make life better for those around
me who have way less than I do.  One
would think Jesus would be really disappointed in me; disappointed that I don’t
always “get it”, that I sometimes refuse to “get it”. But the scripture says
something quite different. . .

    God didn’t send Jesus in to the world to condemn it.  Did you hear that?  When I first read the Gospel in preparation
for tonight, I saw that it contained John 3:16… surely the most street-signed passage
in the Christian scriptures.  But that
line (that God loved us so much he sent Jesus) doesn’t really make sense to me
without the next line.  That Jesus came
into the world to save it, not to condemn it. 
So if God didn’t condemn the world; and we see that repeated over and
over in scripture, but loved it. . . . then how is it that we, in our limited,
human selves, think we have the right to condemn and, indeed, complain about it?  Especially when most of what we complain
about is of our own creation in one way or another.

    There’s this song that keeps going through my mind.  It’s a new tune by Steve Earle, sung by Joan
Baez.  The song is called God is God, and
the point of the song, like the point of our readings tonight is that God ain’t
me; God ain’t us; and God is God. 

    When the Israelites were complaining that they weren’t being
treated right, they were claiming to know better than God.  Not so much. 
 When we in any of our groups, be
they personal, religious, political, claim to know God’s will for others, we are
saying we know the mind of God…. But even Jesus, we are told in the Scriptures
tonight, didn’t regard equality with God something to be grasped at.  Jesus, who actually was God, didn’t claim any
special treatment or special rights.  He
went about making the lives of others better. 

    I am not God; we are not God; God is not us, and thank
Goodness God is God.

Our ancestors, I noticed, asked God to remove the serpents
from their midst.  But, did you note that
that’s not what God did?  God used the
serpents, in fact, an image of the serpent, to heal them.  They looked on that which was death dealing,
and they were healed.

    In the fall of 2001, my mom was diagnosed with metastatic
breast cancer.  Over the next six years,
I often prayed for a cure.  Mom underwent
surgery, chemo and radiation; the common lot of cancer patients and she rarely
complained.  I don’t know if my Mom ever
prayed to have the cancer removed.  I do
know she wanted to and chose to live every single day she had. 

    I believe that cancer is a horrible thing and it is
death-dealing.  I also know that
death-dealing thing gave us a great opportunity to spend really precious time
with each other.  My sisters and
brothers, my mom and each of us and her friends, we found healing in the time
we had to be together. 

I wanted to complain, okay, I did complain, to God about
Mom’s illness.  But I also thanked God
for helping us to see past the illness to each other – to the opportunity to be
there for one another – I continue to thank God for the healing of
relationships and the healing of our hearts which happened through the
experience we walked together. 

    I was
blessed with the opportunity to live with and care for her during the last year
she lived here on earth.  My mom was not
cured of cancer, but living with it, living through it, and seeing beyond it
healed her, healed the relationships with some of her children who were
distant; healed her relationship with God and also, in real ways, healed each
of us who loved and walked with her.  She
died 18 months ago, but the healing remains.

    Our ancestors were told to look at the death-dealing serpent
and be healed; My family looked at and through Mom’s death-dealing cancer and
we were healed.  We, Christians,
Catholics, believers, we look to the Cross, a death-dealing instrument, and we,
too, are healed.  We are not
condemned.  We are saved, we are
healed.  And the healing continues.

    Tonight we are going to celebrate the healing power of our
faith in a special way.  We are going to anoint
one of our members as she seeks ongoing healing.  While we won’t be putting a serpent on a
stick, we will, like our ancestors before us, like communities who believe in a
healing God do, we will pray.  And we
will have faith that healing, in whatever form God chooses will emerge.  Not just for Cynthia; but for each of
us.  Will we have the eyes and the heart
to recognize it?

Sr. Christine Wilcox, OP
Dominican University Chapel
Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross

my today wordle. love playing with this!


I'm working on a workshop and conversation at my new ministry about faithful citizenship.  I need to present the multiplicity of sides and issues in choosing a candidate and I want to do it in a fun and thoughtful manner. 

To that end:

I've gotten my hands on a copy of Fr. Dominic DeLay's new movie Inside Darkness which posits three presidential candidates (of differing ideological stances) trapped in a small room forced to work together.

I've downloaded and will make copies of the U.S. BishopsFaithful Citizenship and Network's Presidential Candidate Chart for Conscientious Catholics

I've found this article by  Sarah Vowell who articulates so snarkily entertainingly some of what I believe we are capable of as a nation (sample here.)

Picture this: a wind-powered public school classroom of 19 multiracial
8-year-olds reading above grade level and answering the questions of
their engaging, inspirational teacher before going home to a
cancer-free (or in remission) parent or parents who have to work only
eight hours a day in a country at war solely with the people who make
war on us, where maybe Exxon Mobil can settle for, oh, $8 billion in
quarterly profits instead of $11 billion, and the federal government’s
point man for Biblical natural disasters is someone who knows more
about emergency management than how to 
put on a horse show. Is that
really too much to ask? Can we do that?

Now I'm working on how to put it all together and how to attract folks to it.  I'm thinking Red White and Blue M&Ms; "rules of engagement" for the conversation and facilitation that allows multiple and differing points of view to be expressed and heard without judgment or blame.  Is this possible?

This is such a challenge and I am sooooo delighted to be in a place and a
ministry and a way of life that allows me to work on such a thing!

(PS: Any ideas or suggestions are welcome – spirit of collaboration assumed)

Friday Five: What You Absolutely, Positively, Can’t Leave Home Without

will be at a chaplain’s convention when you all are answering the
Friday Five Questions. I’ll look forward to reading your answers next
week when I get home. At the moment we are trying to get the car loaded
so we can hit the road, so this will be a simple F.F. This running
around madly in order to leave has me wondering: what are the five
things you simply must have when you are away from home? And why? Any history or goofy things, or stories?

1. Cell Phone – is this an obvious one?  I have an iPhone (a gift) and
it’s my mapper, internet, alarm clock, bible, prayers and music….
it’s awesome to have it all in one gadget.

2. Knitting – and lots of it.  I always take too much, and this helps me from taking too many…

3. Shoes – cutting back on these, though in the past I always had
several that I didn’t wear along with extra shirts and pants too.  The
yarn and knitting projects have slowly taken over the space the extra
clothes took up.

4. Books and Magazines – you never know when you won’t be able to knit.

5. Swiss Army Knife – You wouldn’t believe how often this has come in handy.

  • how it feels to be needed and to be helpful to others on a daily basis

  • sisters are funny people

    the odd places you find things… today I found a banana (a real live
    banana) in a box of cereal (Golden Grahams, since you asked.)  Random
    banana in the box outside the bag with the cereal, but going brown

  • the way things end up in different places from day to day (i.e., cereal bowls) (well, and, bananas)

  • the beautiful rhythm of the voices lifted in prayer together

  • how much patience it takes to be with someone who is memory-challenged

  • how much joy it is to be with each one of the sisters

  • how entertaining a NASCAR race can be when shared with several others (and how much knitting one can get done while doing the sharing)

  • the daily laughter

    eating with others and preparing a meal – daily sacraments

  • how i fit in the world

  • the tyranny of “the way it’s always been.”

  • the comfort of “the way it’s always been.”

  • challenge, hope, peace, prayer, acceptance, love, frustration, generosity, charity, faith, and all the bananas

So, a lot has happened in the last couple of years in my life.  Not really important (though I will likely blog about some of it later).  Meanwhile, I'm now in the midst of packing and moving as my living and ministry situations are both about to change.  From Redwood City, CA, I'm moving back to San Francisco and my darling sisters at St. Rose Convent.  I say darling because I've missed them tremendously in my two year (voluntary) exile.  I'll let you know how that darling holds up after months back in and the shine begins to mellow as it does when one lives with other human beings.

I'm also changing ministry.  In the fall, I will be joining the campus ministry team at Dominican University of California.  I've thought for years that college campus ministry might be a good fit for me and my talents and skill set.  So, this move will put that to the test.  And I'm eager to take that exam.

Since my studies in sociolinguistics back in the ASU days, I've been enamored of words.  Actually, was enamored of them long before those days. . . which is of course what lead me to study linguistics in the first place.  But, I digress. . . (again). . . I really enjoy the blog Language Log in which linguists analyze, explore and otherwise share the science of language and the use thereof by humans.  Today's entry was particularly interesting (to me) because I'm packing and sorting, and tossing and generally going mad, it seemed appropriate to share:

to say *heading distinctly dagenham is heading distinctly away from being grammatical in Standard English, though it's close that you can follow the drift if you pick up on the fact that Dagenham is three stops beyond Barking and thus dagenham means three steps round the twist or, in other words, cuckoo, crazy, insane, loopy, mad, deranged, nuts, loony, bonkers, gaga, out of one's gourd, out to lunch, off one's trolley, round the bend… (British English has so many words for mental illness and defectiveness that if lexical profusion were a sign of cultural importance you would think Britain was a nation of psychiatrists rather than shopkeepers.)

I am, as ever, Dagenhamingly yours,

Sister Christer

because i love that mason-dixon knitting

Reality continues to do its tedious dance, only occasionally colorful, and hardly ever at the right time.

Jon Carroll

— betcha thought I was gone for good.  no such luck.

We should do as few stupid things as possible; but to wait for a time when we would do none would be the stupidest thing of all.

– St. Madeleine Sophie Barat (RSCJ)

(I have the not waiting to do stupid things down pretty good; the few part, not so much.)

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