Tuesday, Dec. 20, 2011

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

~Washington Irving

Wednesday, Dec. 21, 2011

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love!

~Hamilton Wright Mabie

Monday, Dec. 19, 2011

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

~Laura Ingalls Wilder

Saturday & Sunday, Dec. 17 & 18, 2011

I have always thought of the Christmas season, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.

~Charles Dickens

Dec. 16, 2011: Each of us has the power to strengthen ‘one thin strand,’ by Sister Jean Rosemarynoski

He dug his hands deeper into his pockets and shifted his weight from his left side to his right then to the left again. Gingerly picking up a black knight he whispered, “They’re wood. My dad… my dad would love this.”

It was Manna House of Prayer, 1995, the first year of the Kid’s Holiday Store. He was about 15 – in trouble with the law, at school and at home. His dad was so angry – and so disappointed – in him that they rarely spoke.

Now here was the son, deep in his own pain at the strained relationship and infatuated with the wooden chess set complete with a smooth, wooden case to match. He spoke with one of the volunteers. He did not say much but seemed to need encouragement for what he was about to do.  “Do you really think it would make a dad happy?” he asked more than once. He would leave and come back several times, always hoping that it would still be there. Sensing that this was a significant gift and that the young man would be back, the volunteers set the chess set aside for his return. He had a special way with special wrapping paper he wanted it wrapped. He took his time and took great care in wrapping it with one of the volunteers. As he left, he was a mixture of pride coupled with the fragility that comes when giving a gift as a peace offering that says, “Dad, I really need you.”

That year there were many tender stories from the Holiday Store. But I was in awe of that proverbial thin strand that so powerfully holds us all together: There was the person who donated the chess set, the sisters at Manna House who hosted the store in those early years, the volunteers who delighted in each shopper and those who listened to a young man’s heart-felt plea that his gift be wrapped “just so.”

But what if someone had broken that one strand and not done his or her part? How would that have changed the story? How would that have affected our community?

The ending to this story is that the father was deeply moved by his son’s gift. Through tears and reconciliation, the son promised to do better and the father committed to being more attentive. They both kept their promises. The father taught the son to play chess and that was the entryway into healing their relationship.

I’ve thought of that father and son often recently, as we come to the end of the second Year of Peace. Once again there has been a resounding call for us to continue for yet another year.

People tell us that the Year of Peace helps create a sense of community, of belonging, of knowing that we are all connected by that one thin strand. So, the focus for the coming year will be building a community, bringing people together. Bob Steimel will talk more about that in a Year of Peace column next month.

The story of the young man from the Holiday Store is a simple one. None of the people who worked with him that day could have known the impact they would have — not only on the young man and his family but on our whole community. He kept out of trouble and was no longer in the court system; he concentrated on getting the most he could from his studies; and a family at peace within the home ripples out into the larger community. I was privileged to get to know the family to see firsthand how simple kindnesses – and a son’s courage — changed their lives.

My hope and prayer is that next year each one of us experiences the power of a community bringing people together by doing our own part to keep the strand from breaking. As this story shows, doing our part can be as simple as being attentive and responsive to the person we encounter. In doing so, may we see firsthand its power to change us all.

 

— Sister Jean Rosemarynoski is a member of the Leadership Council of the Sisters of St. Joseph and head of the Concordia Year of Peace Committee. If you have ideas or suggestions for the committee or want to get involved with the Year of Peace, contact Sister Jean at 243-2149 or sisterjean@csjkansas.org, or any of the other committee members.

 

 

Friday, Dec. 16, 2011

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

~William Blake

Santa surprises kids at Neighbor to Neighbor

It was 10 days early and there was nary a flake of snow to be seen, but Santa dropped in anyway, surprising the children gathered this afternoon at Neighbor to Neighbor.

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Clearly, the three Sisters of St. Joseph who operate the women’s center were in on the surprise since they had a gift for Santa to give each child. In fact, the moms and grandmoms and other women who regularly visit the center in downtown Concordia also each received a gift as part of today’s Christmas Party. Volunteers who on other days help out at Neighbor to Neighbor were guests, too. There were about 15 children and 20 or so women taking part.

Sisters Jean Befort, Ramona Medina and Pat McLennon hosted the party, with assistance from full-time volunteer Ali Remick.

Thursday, Dec. 15, 2011

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. 

~Andrew Wyeth

Wednesday, Dec. 14, 2011

War does not determine who is right – only who is left. 

~Bertrand Russell

Eulogy for Sister Mary Reiter, July 17, 1925-Dec. 12, 2011

EULOGIST: Sister Mary Jo Thummel
VIGIL: Dec. 13, 2011, at the Nazareth Motherhouse

“I have loved you with an everlasting love. I am constant in my affection for you.”

Jeremiah 31:3 & 4 (Jerusalem Bible)

This Bible quote and Psalm 139 were very important backdrops for Mary these last few months, so we will use them as the underpinnings of our sharing as we gather this evening to remember and celebrate her life.

Sister Mary Reiter was born July 17, 1925, on a farm south of Beloit, Kan., to Thomas Reiter and Ella (Eilert) Reiter.  She was the fifth of ten children and was named Elizabeth Ann.  Mary was born in the season of harvest amidst the gathering of wheat, garden produce and canning.  I wonder if this set the pattern for the fullness of life that Mary seemed to enjoy.  Part of the richness that blessed Sister Mary’s life was her siblings:

Arnold Joseph, Leonard, Lorena, Mary, Lila, Pauline, Maxine, Joan and Rose Ann.  All but Lila, Maxine and Joan have preceded her in death.  Though Mary doesn’t mention much about the interaction with her siblings in their younger years, she does mention that her childhood was very happy.  She has also written about a number of trips she later shared with family members and their enjoyment of one another and entering fully into the fun of the moment.  I know that Mary treasured her family and the times she spent with them.

Mary’s elementary education took place in a one-room country school.  Mary never tired of learning and – in her own words, “I avariciously devoured the few books available to me even reading several of the same books over and over.”  In 1939, Mary entered St. John’s High School in Beloit.  She lived with a family in town during those years and worked for her room and board.  She graduated in 1943.

After attending her first Catechism class in grade one, she went home and memorized the Catechism from cover to cover.  At this young age, she already had a desire to become a Sister.  This desire remained with her throughout her school years and when she was a senior, Sister Margaret Ann Buser helped her write her letter of application to the Sisters of St. Joseph in Concordia.  A few months later, on Sept. 8, 1943, she entered.  She attributes her vocation to the deep faith of her mom and dad.  Her mom voiced the desire to have one of her daughters become a sister and her two aunts Sister Christopher Reiter (her father’s sister) and Sister Casimir Eilert (her mother’s sister) were held in high regard.

Those who received the habit with Mary were Sister Bernard Marie Schruben, Sister Mary Alois Lauscher, Sister Edwardine Flavin, and Sister Amabilis Hasselbring. They made first vows on March 19, 1945, and final vows on August 15, 1948.  The sister name given to Elizabeth Reiter was Sister Mary de Paul.  In 1978 she dropped the de Paul and became simply Sister Mary.  The two remaining members of Mary’s band, Sister Bernard Marie Schruben and Sister Edwardine Flavin reside at Mount Joseph Senior Village.

Immediately after making first vows, Mary was given a correspondence course to begin her college education which took eighteen summers and seventeen hours of correspondence.  Mary graduated from Marymount College in 1962 with a Bachelor’s Degree in Chemistry and obtained her Master’s Degree in Physical Science in 1972.

From 1945 to 1960, Mary taught elementary school…every grade from kindergarten through eighth.  In 1961, Mary was asked to teach science and math in high school which she did until 1985.  Her teaching missions included Manhattan, Damar, Vincent, Salina, Herington, Junction City and Beloit – all in Kansas – Aurora, Ill., Silver City, NM., Fairbury and Grand Island, NB., and Boonville, MO.

In the summer of 1986, Mary took a Sabbatical attending the Focus Program at Gonzaga in Spokane.   She speaks of it as an enriching experience for body, mind and spirit.  After finishing her Sabbatical, Mary became Director of Religious Education at St. Mary’s in Salina from 1986 to 1989 and Director of Religious Education and RCIA Coordinator at St. Fidelis in Victoria from 1989 to 1993.  During the following year, not being able to find a position that seemed to fit her, she moved to Medaille in Salina.  In 1994, she, Sister Doris Marie, and Sister Viatora Solbach were hired to do Pastoral Ministry at St. Mary’s in Ellis, KS.  Mary ministered there until 2000 when she felt called to come “to be of service at the Motherhouse”.  The many ways she found to be of service at the Motherhouse are too numerous to mention.  She faithfully carried out this ministry, to the best of her ability, until the point of her death early Monday morning, Dec. 12, 2011.

Mary loved to journal and write and has six pages of memories written about each of her years of mission experience.  She includes many of the highlights and low points she encountered in each place.  At the end she has a written comment, “I learned an awful lot about myself as I wrote down these memories.”

Like most of us, Mary was well aware of her shortcomings and what she called the areas blocking or hampering her union with God and the dear neighbor.  Mary gives us a peek into her depth through some of her last retreat notes, which she shared with me.  It was during this retreat — made from Feb. 19 to 26, this year – that the Scriptures that I mentioned in opening, (“I have loved you with an everlasting love.  I am constant in my affection for you.”  [Jerimiah 31:3-4; Jerusalem Bible] and Psalm 139) became very meaningful to her. She came to a deep realization of God’s love for her in all her gifts and imperfections.  She speaks of the pain and suffering that has begun to be a part of her life and how God walks with her even in her suffering.  Though Mary didn’t yet know that she had pancreatic cancer, God seemed to be readying her heart and spirit to know and accept His love even in the suffering and humility needed to be ministered to by others.  She speaks of God knowing her in her weaknesses and strengths, in her generosity and in her helplessness and reiterates many times…”I have loved you with an everlasting love.  I am constant in my affection for you.”  She was very touched by the thought of God’s constant affection for her.  She speaks of her insatiable thirst and hunger for knowledge — especially Godly knowledge, the Mass, contemplative prayer, Advent prayer, living nonviolently, the “Falling in Love for a Lifetime” 30-day retreat and many other religious experiences which she was privileged  to have.  Mary was grateful for the many opportunities for spiritual growth that were offered her by the community.

In her most recent Commitment Statements, Mary speaks of being attentive to the Spirit and a faithful witness to the good news of God’s unconditional love for each of us.  She desired to have a positive approach to life and to be a leaven of hope.

The last conversation I had with Mary was this past Saturday morning.  She kept speaking of a girl baby who had been born.  I’m not sure who this baby was.  She was having a little trouble getting all the words together in a manner that satisfied her.  Later, (because of references in the conversation) I wondered if it was some foretelling of her own rebirth into the arms of God.  Before I left, we prayed together and then she said to me.  I don’t know if you’ll need to give that eulogy today or tomorrow and smiled.  It wasn’t very long ago that Mary had asked me to give her eulogy.  I told her it would be a privilege but also asked her why she had asked me.  She said that she knew I would do it in a plain way without frills.  I guess Mary considered herself a plain woman and in a way she was but she also brought frills to our lives through her gift of crocheting beautiful pieces out of thread (antependium) as well as the love woven through her life.

Mary’s life review ends with this quote, “I view my life as a constant miracle of God’s love and forgiveness.  I try to share my love with all whose lives I touch.  Oftentimes when I feel things are going very well an unexpected cross comes from an area I least suspect.  I view all of these as ways of keeping me honest. …I give thanks to God for all that has been and all that is still to come.”

Mary we also give thanks to God for all that has been gift to us through your life.  We hope your insatiable thirst and hunger has now been satisfied.

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