Dayenu!

"Dayenu!

"The Jewish people have a beautiful prayer form, a kind of litany to which the response is always "Dayenu!" (It would have been enough!). ...They list, one by one, the mirabilia Dei, the wonderful works of God for their people and themselves, and after each one, shout out DAYENU! As if to say, "How much is it going to take for us to know that God is with us?!" It builds satisfaction instead of feeding dissatisfaction." - Fr. Richard Rohr, OFM

Day 2 of Lent.

I was struck this morning, driving through our neighborhood, by the beauty of the snow covered trees.

As Francois and I practice making our litanies of satisfaction -- combing our lives for evidence of Love, Beauty, God's presence this Lenten season, this image seems a perfect example of something that might inspire us to exclaim: "Dayenu!" - or as Fr. Rohr translates, "How much is it  going to take for us to know that God is with us?"

What say you?

Happy Lenten Journeys!

Lenten Prayer: "Mirabilia Dei" - "Dayenu!"

On this blessed Mardi Gras, I'm contemplating ways that I might prayerfully journey through this Lenten season.

En route to Centering Prayer this morning,  feeling joyfully rooted in our life together and calm in the face of our morning routine, I called my husband and asked him what we might do as a family to move through Lent together. I posed the question as a prayerful invitation, trusting some prayer practice or intentional action would surface. Et voila! The following writing from one of my favorite Franciscans gives me an idea:

"Let us compose litanies of satisfaction! Of abundance! Of enoughness! Let us start each day mindful of how much we have and how great is our God."

Will you join me?

A Prayer to Avoid Entitlement
by Richard Rohr
 
The Jewish people have a beautiful prayer form, a kind of litany to which the response is always "Dayenu!" (It would have been enough!).
 
They list, one by one, the mirabilia Dei, the wonderful works of God for their people and themselves, and after each one, shout out DAYENU! As if to say, "How much is it going to take for us to know that God is with us?!" It builds satisfaction instead of feeding dissatisfaction.
 
If we begin our day with any notion of scarcity, not-enoughness, victimhood, or "I deserve," I promise you the day will not be good--for you or for those around you. Nor will God be glorified.
 
Maybe we all should begin our days with a litany of satisfaction, abundance, and enoughness. God, you have given me another day of totally gratuitous life: my health, my eyes, my ears, my mind, my taste, my family, my freedom, my education, clean water, more than enough food, a roof over my head, a warm bed and blanket, friends, sunshine, a beating heart, and your eternal love and guidance.
 
To any one of these we must say, "And this is more than enough!"
 
(Adapted from a post to Fr. Richard's blog, Unpacking Paradoxes, on January 30, 2012) 
 
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In his annual Lenten letter, Fr. Richard shares some of the blessings he celebrates this season, including the tremendous support of CAC donors. Thank you for sharing your gifts of God's abundance with CAC, allowing us to share Fr. Richard's teachings.
 
Read Fr. Richard's Lenten letter and participate in alms-giving out of joyous "enoughness"!
cac.org/lent-2013

Bearing the Beams of Love: A Journal Entry from Fr. Pat Malone, S. J.

The following is a journal entry from Jesuit priest, Fr. Pat Malone, published on his CaringBridge website, where his journey battling recurring leukemia is documented. As a guest presider at the Visitation Monastery in North Minneapolis, I have had the great and good fortune to hear him speak and break bread with him. His homilies always inspire me. These CaringBridge entries are not unlike his homiletic musings. As Pat delves into his own suffering, humanity, he aligns his journey with some larger notions of Love -- with others who have known the intensity of extreme life circumstances, and gleaned some kind of wisdom. His words move me deeply; they are guiding me in my own journey through this season of Lent. I am grateful for having made Pat's acquaintance and extend to you his most recent writing on love, posted below.

Happy Contemplating!
Melissa

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Journal Entry
Sunday, March 7, 2010
4:32pm

When I served in Peace Corps, I carried a conviction, even if I could not own up to it, that some of these volunteers—and some nearby nuns—could not possibly be as tender as they appeared to be. It is a ruse, and they will explode with snarliness or self-interest when the situation gets too tense. Yet they never did, even in the most wearisome of circumstances. This was true even when their best efforts at helping poor communities were thwarted at the last minute by others’ greed.

On the contrary, the more demanding and unfair the situation, the more these ordinary souls showed tenderness, tolerance, charm. It would have been understandable had they let slip some sign of contempt, or sarcasm, or self-entitlement. Yet they plugged along with an apparent trust in humanity’s goodness. None of these inspiring souls was trying to make a statement; none was naive to the odds that future projects could be just as vulnerable to failure. Yet they could not keep from evoking a rare mix of pragmatism and joy.

If they were formidable forces—a title they would laugh at—it was not because they insisted but because they invited. You trusted them. You wanted to hang with them, whether it was for a round of tea or for a big project, because you knew that they must trust that things will work out. It would be years later that I would understand that the great value of working in extreme environments is not what was accomplished, but what was absorbed from those who seem to be grounded in love.

It would be years later that I would understand that the great value of working in extreme environments is not what was accomplished, but what was absorbed from those who seem to be grounded in love.

In her book, Holy the Firm, Annie Dillard writes: “Angels, I read, belong to nine different orders. Seraphs are the highest; they are aflame with love for God, and stand closer to him than the others. Seraphs love God; cherubs, who are second, possess perfect knowledge of him. So love is greater than knowledge; how could I have forgotten?”

Most of us earth-bound pilgrims can easily forget the proper order of things, but there seems to always be individuals nearby who ground us in ancient truths. We will not pick up on all their cues, and they will certainly not showcase their great insight. All we know is that we like to hang with them. We wonder how they maintain such tenderness in a world that seems to revel in crushing it.

We humans do not love well. Perhaps the temptation to put knowledge or other attractions above love is too great. But if there is any lasting lesson from Peace Corps that carries over into this health adventure, it is that even if we do not love well, we do it better than any other action. When I have to come off as knowledgeable, people will get hurt. That never works well. When it is vital that I be necessary, I will get in the way. When it is critical that I be outraged, I will get exhausted. When I have to be taken seriously, I become a burden. When I am overly suspicious of others’ sincerity, I am as useful as an Internet troll.

When I have to come off as knowledgeable, people will get hurt. That never works well. When it is vital that I be necessary, I will get in the way. When it is critical that I be outraged, I will get exhausted. When I have to be taken seriously, I become a burden. When I am overly suspicious of others’ sincerity, I am as useful as an Internet troll. But when I try to love, I will sometimes succeed.

But when I try to love, I will sometimes succeed. I will certainly absorb the goodness in others that before may have seemed too unbelievable. I will be less on an automatic pilot to be suspicious, more inclined to notice those who are grounded in something other than human attractions. I will quit trying to analyze if another’s disproportionate kindness is genuine, and more disposed to see such extravagance in the least likely of places. “The most important question any of us will ask,” Albert Einstein wrote, “is whether we believe that the universe is a friendly place.”

A Jesuit companion scribbled in a get well card, "In the end, of course, its only love that will resolve everything, so let's keep practicing." We practice not in the delusion that we will do it perfectly, but because nothing else resolves. Love does not remove horrors. It does stop us from, at times, hurting people out of misplaced frustration. It does not rough out unfinished business. It resolves. It integrates. It is gives a proper perspective. It gives to us, as it does to burning seraphs, a chance to be light.

Love does not remove horrors. It does stop us from, at times, hurting people out of misplaced frustration. It does not rough out unfinished business. It resolves. It integrates. It is gives a proper perspective. It gives to us, as it does to burning seraphs, a chance to be light.

The human love we receive is not always pure, welcomed, understood, or well-timed. The same is true for what we throw out there. But enough times in our lives we receive lovethat boggles. It is the love that burns out even the most entrenched parts of our cynicism. Such a purging is not sweet. Arrogance does not leave us without a fight. But receiving such over-the-top gentleness eventually heals even the deepest of wounds. That has been the lasting lesson from this health journey. As William Blake wrote in the poem The Little Black Boy, "And, we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love.”

It takes time a lifetime to fully bear these beams. So we don't forget, some folk take 40 days each year to get re-grounded in this ancient truth. It is a prayer that we will place love as the formidable force of our lives.

-May my love be the primary motivation when making decisions.
-May my love be humble, helping me put others before self.
-May my love be courageous, not waiting for others to love me first.
-May my love be healing, not afraid to enter the world’s suffering.
-May my love be genuine, with no effort to persuade or manipulate.
-May my love be enduring, tolerating the ebbs and flows that accompany all relationships.
-May my love be holy, without limits, without preconditions, without scrutiny.

Fr. Pat Malone, S. J.