Showing posts with label Julián Carrón. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Julián Carrón. Show all posts

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Wow! «wonder and entreaty, and gratitude for witnesses of this kind, who bring us to know Christ, the Fact that fills history»

Traces No. 3, march 2008
Editorial


A Fact that Embraces Everything


First of all, there is the fact: fifty thousand people in the square and in the Cathedral of Sao Paolo, Brazil, where Cardinal Otto Scherer had the doors opened to let those outside shelter from the rain. Fifty thousand faces, hearts, stories. A movement: the “Landless,” along with their leaders, Cleuza and Marcos Zerbini. That day, Sunday, February 24th, in the Cathedral, they consigned themselves and their history to someone else: “Years ago, when Fr. Carrón met Fr. Giussani, he handed his movement over into Fr. Giussani’s hands. Today, we of the Landless Movement of Sao Paolo want to hand it over into your hands, because on meeting Communion and Liberation we have met all we needed to meet.”

These were the same words that Cleuza had spoken in La Thuile, stunned by that phrase “even the hairs on your head are numbered” with which the CL Responsibles’ Assembly opened. “Marcos, everything is here. Now we can even go back to Brazil.” After the meeting in the Cathedral, many of those fifty thousand people said the same thing personally to Fr. Carrón, moved and happy, “small and unworthy” but “without fear, because He who has begun this good work among you will bring it to fulfillment.”

A fact of great immensity, then, which leaves one breathless, as happens when an Other is fulfilling history; but in that fact there is also the certainty of that witness, the absolute depth of judgment, of that “everything” said not as a figure of speech, as often happens, but with complete seriousness, with full awareness. “We have met everything we needed.” Everything. Because Christ truly embraces everything, and faith becomes truly the criterion with which to face and get to know everything: life, desires, expectations, commitments, politics, and “the tears of twenty years of struggle for building houses and the whole of our movement,” as Cleuza said; everything. There is no need for anything else, and nothing remains outside this encounter, to the point that you entrust to His hands yourself and the enormous, tremendous enterprise you are building with twenty years of history and fifty thousand friends.

There are no conclusions to be drawn mechanically, in the face of this fact; no rule to apply—only wonder and entreaty, and gratitude for witnesses of this kind, who bring us to know Christ, the Fact that fills history.

See also this article: "The friendship that can deal with everything"

Sunday 24 February. In Sao Paulo cathedral, before 50,000 people and Cardinal Odilo Scherer, Cleuza and Marcos Zerbini consigned the Landless Workers movement “into the hands of Fr. Carrón, because in meeting Communion and Liberation we have met with all we ever needed.” This an account of a moving event which marks a breakthrough for CL, and in more than South America

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Facing darkness

[crossposted at Deep Furrows]
«We see darkness and talk about darkness so many times. We mustn't pretend that the darkness doesn't exist; we shouldn't just think some spiritual thoughts about darkness; we can't do something "alongside" the darkness — we have to look it in the face! "I look into my depths and see endless darkness" [song: "Il mio volyo"]. What is it that the darkness can't quash? It can't stop my acknowledging this darkness, and it can't stop the moment "when I realize that You are there," when I realize that this circumstance, no matter how ugly it may be, is not made by itself; when I live through a dark period, even in that moment I am living, and even in the darkness, I do not make myself; it that darkness I have a radiant clarity: I do not make myself.

[...]

We can't avoid this road, nobody can spare us this road, and this is why Christ went deep to the bottom of the darkness: so that we can look at everything. This is anything but an intellectual exercise! It's simply the recognition of reality according to all its factors.»

Fr. Julián Carrón
Notes from the talks by Ciancarlo Cesana and Julián Carrón at the Beginning Day for CL adults in the Lombardy Region of Italy, September 29, 2007.
Traces Vol 9, #9 - 2007

I mention this apropos of a post at Deep Furrows on an priest sex abuse trial in Kansas City. The post offered only a partial, tentative judgment. If I link to these articles from time to time, it's because of an implicit need to look at the darkness and betrayals of my life, of our life together in the Church. I must remember, however, not to stop at the surface, but to seek the face of Him who conquers the darkness.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

the circumstance of Thanksgiving

At Deep Furrows, I have often reflected on the significance of circumstances. It astounds me that every circumstance can be the occasion of an encounter with the Mystery Who makes me, Who makes everything.

By themselves, however, circumstances are ambiguous; beauty is ambiguous. The stars may make us hunger for a face responsible for their beauty, or they may tempt us to controlling events through studying their patterns. And the choice is not either-or, for some scientists are both attentive to the details revealed by the stars and remain openly seeking the Mystery Who made them (it's eminently reasonable to both go to the doctor and pray to the Mystery Who makes the doctor!).

At the meeting of Communion and Liberation Responsibles in La Thuile, someone spoke movingly of the disasters and sickness over the past year, which brought him closer to Christ (p 43). In response, Fr. Julián Carrón clarified and corrected certain points:

«We have not to wait for some disaster to happen. There is a constant presence, which we call Church, that is the presence of Christ who has promised to be with us 'all days, until the end of the world.' This is the presence that reawakens us constantly. There is no sickness or circumstance able to awaken us continually like the Church, like this presence that constantly challenges everything.»

In the reading for Thursday Afternoon in my Book of Hours, I'm always struck by Colossians 2:17-19, which begins "Reality is the body of Christ." The NAB has here "the reality belongs to Christ." The edition of Adrienne von Speyr's commentary, The Letter to the Colossians says that "the substance belongs to Christ" (95). And the Douay-Rheims has here that "the substance is of Christ." I'm fond of the Douay for its ecclesial history and for its confidence in presenting difficult passages closer to the literal.

The gist of Colossians 2:17, then, would be that regulations on eating and drinking in response to seasonal feasts are shadows, signs to point to God. But God is substantially present to us, through Christ in the Church (I'm reading a bit broadly here). The definitive form of this presence is first of all sacramental and secondly the people generated by the sacraments (baptism, communion, confirmation particularly).

We can only recognize reality as the body of Christ if first we have encountered Christ the head of all things in the Church. And if we allow those things to remind us of Him and draw us nearer to Him. Otherwise we lapse into superstition, or worse, idolatry.

Two more quotes should round out this Thanksgiving reflection:

«Only the person who contemplates the beauty of nature in God and is accustomed to regard it as his voice, his sphere, the mirror of his countenance [cloud and darkness are His raiment, Psalm 96], can, even in his mature years, experience nature as naively and ecstatically as in his eighteenth year, without a drop of melancholy.» (Balthasar, Grain of Wheat, 8)

To what serves mortal beauty
Gerard Manly Hopkins

TO what serves mortal beauty ' —dangerous; does set danc-
ing blood—the O-seal-that-so ' feature, flung prouder form
Than Purcell tune lets tread to? ' See: it does this: keeps warm
Men’s wits to the things that are; ' what good means—where a glance
Master more may than gaze, ' gaze out of countenance.
Those lovely lads once, wet-fresh ' windfalls of war’s storm,
How then should Gregory, a father, ' have gleanèd else from swarm-
ed Rome? But God to a nation ' dealt that day’s dear chance.

To man, that needs would worship ' block or barren stone,
Our law says: Love what are ' love’s worthiest, were all known;
World’s loveliest—men’s selves. Self ' flashes off frame and face.
What do then? how meet beauty? ' Merely meet it; own,
Home at heart, heaven’s sweet gift; ' then leave, let that alone.
Yea, wish that though, wish all, ' God’s better beauty, grace.

May the beauty of this Thanksgiving day be truly a eu-charist for you, dear reader, a time to turn to You-Who-make-me and thank Him for everything, for his good gifts.