Striving for Poverty in Spirit

"Blessed are the poor in spirit, 

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven” (Mt 5:3)

In his Message for the World Youth Day 2014, Pope Francis says:

"You might ask me, then: What can we do, specifically, to make poverty in spirit a way of life, a real part of our own lives? I will reply by saying three things.

1. Try to be free with regard to material things.
2. Experience a conversion in the way we see the poor. We have to care for them and be sensitive to their spiritual and material needs.
3. The poor are not just people to whom we can give something. They have much to offer us and to teach us ... about humility and trust in God."

Do read the Message to get his explanation. It's a wonderful document that says so much more than what I've quoted above.


For this post, I'd like to reflect on these three things in my life.

1. Try to be free with regard to material things.

Detachment from material things is something I have been consciously striving for from a young age. Way back in high school, the only material things I cared for -- and spent my allowance on -- were books. And then I had a family at a young age; a sure way to limit, if not totally obliterate, one's discretionary income. Between wanting stuff and staying sane, I opted to detach and keep insanity at bay.

But recently I got a nudge that I still have to be aware of the pitfall of desire and envy for stuff. Sometime in the middle of last year I discovered eBay. I actually went so far as to order an iPad online. The ad called for a cash deposit, but before I could make it, my children warned me not to. After all, how could I be sure to get the product after depositing the cash. They asked me if I had even checked out the seller's credentials. They also advised me to schedule a meet-up instead. So I tried to call the seller and I texted a few times. As they warned, I never got to arrange a meet-up.

Six months later two of my children have hand-me-down iPads and I still don't have one. And one morning a strange but familiar voice inside me whined "Why do they have iPads and I still don't. Didn't I say I wanted one six months ago?"

I know it's just me talking to myself, but I was still surprised. I thought I'd successfully vanquished the green monster decades ago. I had not. I've realized I still have to be on the watch against him, or else I might one day find him overcoming me.

2. Experience a conversion in the way we see the poor. We have to care for them and be sensitive to their spiritual and material needs.

One of the major life adjustments of marrying young, for me, was having to take public transport. When I was younger, there was always a car and driver to take me and my siblings to and from school and wherever we wanted to go. But then I had to learn how to commute, and at some point had no choice but to take public transport.

This opened up a whole new world to me. I saw and met people I would never have known about had I remained cocooned in an air conditioned car. Not just the people in the vehicles with me but the poor people on the street. And while I have tried to be sensitive to the material needs of the poor I have encountered -- sharing food when I have some; giving some money when asked; even giving away a jacket I was wearing to an old man in the rain -- this is the first time I have been confronted with the fact that I should also be sensitive to their spiritual needs. More thought on this needed!

3. The poor are not just people to whom we can give something. They have much to offer us and to teach us ... about humility and trust in God.

Sometimes when I see poor old people on the street selling stuff or doing some kind of hard labor, I think to myself I would not be as indefatigable. I imagine I would just quit working, sit on the sidewalk and beg. An attitude which points out I don't think very much of beggars. But this message from Pope Francis makes me think that beggars are the best teachers of humility. Maybe it is not that easy to be a beggar. Humility is easy when one chooses to be humble, but having it thrust upon oneself, I am made to think now, could also be a very painful experience.

Also, there is some irony in learning to trust in God from the poor. If trusting in God works, and the poor trust in God, should not God reward the poor and lift them from their poverty? But they remain poor! So how do we learn trust in God from them? Even more thought needed on this.


What about you? How do these three "things" work out for you?







 


 

Therese in the footsteps of the saint

Marie Therese turns 15 today. She's named after St Therese of Lisieux, and seems to have inherited some of the saint's characteristics.

According to the website of the Society of the Little Flower she was precocious and sensitive and needed a lot of attention. (Yes, that sounds like my own Therese.) Also, Saint Therese, after an experience that changed her at the age of 14 years, turned her energy and spirit "toward love, instead of keeping herself happy."

This reminds me of a conversation I had with my Therese recently. She was telling me how sad it was that youth nowadays are being taught to help others because helping others will make them (the youth) happy.

"What's wrong with that?" you may be asking.

While it's true that helping others brings with it a warm fuzzy feeling, surely the motivation to help should not come from the selfish desire to achieve that warm fuzzy feeling. There will be times when that warm fuzzy feeling may not come, and then you are left regretting the waste of effort or resources. Also, if you help others only to gain something for yourself, you are not likely to help others when there is a cost to oneself greater than the potential gain.

I know I'm not explaining very well, just ponder it yourself. At least I know that my Therese has got it right, and in her own little ways, makes little sacrifices to make life better for others, even if they don't make her happy. 
 



  

Blessie's Blessing

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 25:40

(Thank you, Blessie, for taking the time to view this blog and for your advice. If you look to the right of this, you'll see I followed it.)

Blessie is a writer, editor, homeschooling mom and rabbit raiser. See more about her here. Her blog,  The Nanay Notebook, is the only blog I follow. Yesterday morning I sent her an email to let her know I was reviving this blog. To my pleasant surprise I got an email back from her with advice to add a Follow by Email gadget to this blog.

I've done as she suggested; so please, if you are reading this, do enter your email into the text box at the right under Follow me :). Thank you in advance.   

So anyway, I've got that bible verse up there because Blessie's act of kindness reminded me about it. Jesus himself, in effect, is clearly saying we should feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, welcome strangers, clothe the naked, care for the ill and visit prisoners.

We can extend the idea to the extent that any good thing we do for anyone is a good deed done to Jesus. And then we can jump to the reverse of the idea: any good thing done to us by anyone is a blessing from God. Does that make sense? Well, that's the train of thought that made me think of the verse: Blessie's advice is God's way of helping me out with this blog. After all, it is called "living by his grace" because I hope to share how my life has been, and is constantly, shaped by God's grace.

So, as much as I dislike the Pollyanna route to happiness: "There but for the grace of God go I."

Feast Day of St. Thomas Aquinas

I don't know much about Saint Thomas or Natural Law. And much as I wish I had time to study about both, right now I don't.

But the Internet is really a wonderful resource and in less than five minutes, I've found out a nugget about St. Thomas: he wrote hymns!

A YouTube search resulted in this find, may it be a good start to this Tuesday.

 

New Year's Resolution

January is almost done and I haven't even made my list of resolutions for 2014.

Here's the first one: write for this blog.

Recently I was asked by someone I'd just met: "So, you like to write?"

I didn't know what to say. I no longer know if I like to write. Editing has been my bread-and-butter for years now, writing seems unreal.

Do I enjoy writing? I don't even know what to write about. I think I don't have enough of an ego to write. I don't have anything to say. I don't have anyone to say anything to.

These are just some of the thoughts that have come to me in response to the question.

But I remember now, this morning. I used to want to be a writer. I used to know that I had the skill to write. I had the ideas. I had the nerve.

So my first resolution for this no-longer-so-new year is to write right here. Once a week. Preferably on Monday when work hasn't piled up over my head yet. Write for myself. Try to gain back the writing mojo.

Thank you, new friend, for asking me that question.