When Books Went to War

Last week we finished reading When Books Went to War:  The Stories that Helped Us Win World War II, by Molly Guptill Manning.

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Transfiguration, Donald Jackson with contributions from Aidan Hart, Copyright 2002, The Saint John’s Bible, Saint John’s University, Collegeville, Minnesota, USA.  Used by permission.  All rights reserved.

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Killing a King

At table we are currently reading Dan Ephron’s Killing a King:  The Assassination of Yitzhak Rabin and the Remaking of Israel.

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Funeral Homily for +Rev. Jude John Gray, OSB

Father JudeHere is the text for the homily given by Abbot Mark Cooper, OSB at Father Jude’s funeral mass:

Funeral for Fr. Jude Gray, O.S.B.                                                  March 19, 2016

We all know Fr. Jude was a great preacher and orator….one of the monks said to me yesterday: “You’re preaching for Fr. Jude…good luck…it’s a bit like baking a cake for Betty Crocker.”

On behalf of everyone here I greet the family of Fr. Jude. Please know that you have our sympathy and our prayers, especially for Chubby, the older brother who Fr. Jude adored from childhood, and whose name was on his lips in his final days.

With winter waning, and signs of emerging life all about us, with increasing light that makes us forget the dark chill of those early evenings from which we have just emerged, we find ourselves only days from that supreme feast of Easter which celebrates the gift of unending light and life, a gift given us, and paid for, by the obedience, and sacrifice, and death of our Lord Jesus. How precious is our faith with its promise of redemption.  As the ancient psalmist would have us echo: “How can we repay the Lord for all that He has done for us.” Those words take on a new poignancy for Fr. Jude John Gray whose faith has given way to perfect vision, whose hopes and beliefs are now come to full understanding. He has crossed the threshold of eternal life, and now knows nothing but gratitude to a Father who fashioned him, watched over him, gave him his family and vocation, blessed him, forgave him, and always loved him. Fr. Jude, our friend, family and community member, colleague, mentor, coach, teacher, counsellor, and boon companion has gone home to his God who called him into being and now beckons him to life unending.

We miss him, but our hearts thrill, knowing, believing, understanding that life for Fr. Jude is not ended but only changed. It will be just that way for us one day as well. And this faith gives us joy. It provides us the hope we need to live well today. It helps us to place our wins and losses, our highs and lows, our sorrows and our joys, in proper perspective. Each day we move inexorably onward toward home. Home, where darkness is banished, where doubt is replaced by knowledge, where misunderstanding has no place, where “the Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces.” That is the place to which Fr. Jude has gone. It is the place to which we one day hope to follow. “How can we repay the Lord for all He has done for us?”

When Fr. Jude was 10 years old WWII ended, and along with it, the shortage on sugar. (He always blamed WWII whenever he took a second dessert).  So he goes to his Aunt Rose’s house with his cousin Joan after school to make fudge. He has the basic idea of a double boiler but perhaps not all the fine points. In the course of lighting the gas stove, the flame leaps up and singes and removes his eyebrows. Minutes later the double boiler being a bit too snug, blows the top with hot-fudge-mix splattering in every direction. They quickly clean up, swearing themselves to secrecy, hoping their escapade will never be known to others. That night his mother answers the phone and then informs him that his aunt Rose wants to see him at her house right away. Nervous, he dutifully appears and his sometimes-stern aunt asks: “Johnny Gray were you here this afternoon after school?”  “No aunt Rose.”   “Did you turn on this stove?” “No  aunt Rose.” “Did you try to make fudge in this kitchen?”  “No aunt Rose.”     “Johnny Gray where the hell are your eyebrows.”

The many gifts Fr. Jude was given by his Creator, all that made up who he was, he was constantly giving away to others. And all of us here have been blessed in that giving. It is a blessing that we will always carry with us, and it is a blessing that without loss to us, we can pass on to others. Everything we loved about Fr. Jude, his always including others, inviting them into the circle, his readiness to laugh at puns and mishaps and all the strange things of life, his love of sports, and words, and theater, and all good things, ……these loves which he shared with us, we can share with others.   Wednesday we received a note from a monk and alum from Saint Bernard’s Abbey in Alabama. He wrote: “I will always treasure Fr. Jude’s kindness and generosity toward me while I was living and studying at the Abbey.  We often worked together to improve my public speaking and reading and pronunciation skills – now each time it is my turn for Table Reader in our monastery here in Alabama I think of him.” I won’t speculate here regarding those Alabaman monks dealing with the echo of a New Jersey accent from their table reader.   That monk went on to speak of other simple kindnesses offered him by Fr. Jude which he recalled with great appreciation.

How smoothly Fr. Jude moved among us all throughout his entire life, such different types we are, of different shapes and sizes, of different means and abilities, of every age and aptitude, those who love poetry and those who love sports, those who love music and theater, and those who understand the beauty and craftsmanship of a fine vintage horseless carriage. He was comfortable in a kitchen appreciating the difficult timing and hard work that is required for a perfect meal. And he was just as content to be with those who awaited and enjoyed what came forth from the kitchen. He was quite vocal in his appreciation for both good scotch and good draft beer. He was even equally at home with those who loved New Jersey and those who loved New England!

About 5  years ago on alumni weekend a few of the monks were standing together in Cushing Center. A man in his 60s came up and gave Fr. Jude a big bear hug. The man turned to us and said, “I’ll tell you a story about Fr. Jude I bet he’s never told you.” When I was a student here, we were playing softball one day and I’m pitching. My first baseman comes over and says, “There’s a guy here who wants to know if he can play.”  I say well who is he? “He says he’s one of the monks.” So I say we’ll let him bat, I’ll throw him an easy one and see if he can even hit it.” So I throw a pitch in there and then, I’m not quite sure but I think what followed was what they call a ‘near-death-experience.’ I believe I heard 2 sounds, one like a boom and one like a whoosh.  By the time I ducked the ball was already 300 feet beyond me and was about to disappear in the woods by the monastery cemetery. My awestruck first baseman came over. With my knees still shaking I say, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, who is that guy?”

Pope Francis has said that, “a Christian’s style of life should be founded on a commitment to express the Father’s mercy….one’s life and attitude and way of living must be in fact,” said the Holy Father, “a concrete sign of the fact that God is close to us.”  Fr. Jude had that same notion some 40 years ago when he said to one of our alums, who has held the thought all this time: “ If you are not having a positive effect on other peoples’ lives you are wasting your own.”   For countless types, children and adults, students and workers, the poor and the wealthy, all fellow pilgrims, it seemed that Fr. Jude was a sign, telling them not to worry, to smile and laugh, and feel wanted, because despite all trials and difficulties to the contrary, God is always close to us.

As with any vocation, religious, single, married, life has its ebb and flow. We all struggle with the frailty that we are. We all seek forgiveness for the pride that can surface in us in a thousand subtle, and not-so-subtle ways. St. Benedict’s first word of advice to his disciples is “Listen,” so as to hear the Lord’s instruction and return to Him from whom we have strayed by disobedience. Fr. Jude said many times that he was not worthy of the vocation entrusted to him by God. Eight years ago on the 40th anniversary of his ordination to the priesthood he said these words: “Certainly none of us is worthy of this great sacrament of ordination. I am most unworthy. For the last 40 years this community of men has literally carried me on its shoulders in our mutual search for God. This amazing group of brothers and fathers has saved a sinner like me.” He concluded, “Please forgive me, and pray for me.”

What a fundamentally solid and wonderful approach to life. For we all sin and often enough we let one another down. None of us is totally worthy, or free of sin. It must always be our attitude as was mentioned above quoting the psalm: “How can I repay the Lord for all that He has done for me.” We can never do that fully, but the Good News is that our debt has been paid. We are here this morning celebrating that sin and death have been overcome by the passion and death and resurrection of our Lord. There is nothing that can separate us from the love of Christ.

In another homily Fr. Jude once asked: “Where will any one of us end on the day of judgement?” He said that to answer that we need ask ourselves only one question: “Will I be the self-absorbed egotist who cares only for himself, or will I be the person who tries to be generous?” I think Fr. Jude’s question is answered quite favorably in his own regard by the presence of so many of you here today and the large outpouring of sentiment over the last few days, recalling grateful memories concerning the good advice and generous assistance and support received from this monk and priest. May the Lord now receive Fr. Jude’s soul into paradise.

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Alice Roosevelt Longworth

In a chapter on the descendants of presidents in Brady Carlson’s Dead Presidents, there are these priceless quips from Alice Roosevelt Longworth, T.R.’s daughter:

“As for Herbert Hoover, she said, the Hoover vacuum cleaner is more exciting than the president.  But, of course, it’s electric.”  [page 228] and

“If you haven’t got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit right next to me.” [ibid]

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Dead Presidents

Having finished the pope’s The Name of God is Mercy, we are currently making our way through the surprisingly fascinating Dead Presidents: An American Adventure into the Strange Deaths and Surprising Afterlives of Our Nation’s Leaders by Brady Carlson.  While some of the chapters deal with well-known deaths, such as the double deaths of Jefferson and Adams on the same day, the fiftieth anniversary of the Fourth of July, I find the sections on the more obscure presidents (Tyler, Buchanan, Pierce, etc.) especially compelling.

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The Name of God is Mercy

We finished The Negotiator in time for the beginning of Lent, and so on Ash Wednesday began reading Pope Francis’s The Name of God is Mercy.

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