Speak Tenderly

Dawn @ the University of Notre Dame

Welcome to Word for the Week, the series in which I:

share my experience of hearing God’s Word in Mass last weekend,
explore what I believe the Lord is calling me to do about that Word, and
ask how this Word might impact your life, as well.

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(Originally written December 22, 2023)

Wow, we're at the tail end of the quickest Advent in history!!

Meanwhile, I'm reflecting back on the second Sunday of Advent. Our family was at our home parish, and the word that stood out to me was, "speak tenderly." It was instantly comforting.

From the beginning of Isaiah chapter 40:

Comfort, give comfort to my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her service is at an end, her guilt is expiated; indeed, she has received from the hand of the LORD double for all her sins.

When I asked the Lord what he wanted me to do with this word last week, Jesus romanced my soul.

I anticipated that I would be the one who needs to speak tenderly. I definitely failed at that one, at least on one count. I definitely spoke harshly to our daughter when I needed to detangle her hair. In hindsight, I was taking out some insecurity I was feeling toward David.

Thankfully, she and I were able to talk through it and turn the situation around. But I missed the boat on that one.

Further into the week, I found the Lord was speaking tenderly to me. One example was after my final concert of the year. (Side note: yay!! What a year it's been! So grateful for this milestone!)

An ensemble of string players came to play prelude music for this concert, and they also agreed to play during the reception to follow the event. As I processed merchandise payments and signed autographs, their graceful harmonies filled my soul.

Jesus spoke tenderly through their songs.

The next morning, I went for a run through the campus of the University of Notre Dame. The sun was beginning to rise, and the historic buildings were aglow with Christmas lights.

One Christmas tree, on the second floor of a picturesque brick building, stopped me in my tracks. The golden array against the breaking of dawn flooded me with joy.

Jesus spoke tenderly through the lights.

I snapped a photo of the Christmas tree, and began to run once more. In my headphones, a new song began to play. "Fear is not my future, you are." The words were gloriously triumphant.

I felt totally electrified with faith and each step of my run became part of the celebration.

Jesus spoke tenderly through the swiftness of my feet.

Then I came to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. And I had the sense, interiorly, the Lord was asking me, "You, be the church!”

As I approached the massive wooden doors of the towering church, again, I heard those same words echoing in my heart, "You, be the church!"

My hand grasped the wrought iron door handle. It was locked. I grinned. I didn't need to step inside for Jesus to speak tenderly through the edifice.

No, He wanted to speak tenderly through me.

As I ran back out of the campus toward my rental car, I thought of how much I loved the music that I was listening to. (It's a long recording: around 14-minutes for one song!) Who could I share it with?, I thought.

"You, be the song!" The words filled my heart.

Jesus wanted to speak tenderly to others through the way that he fills me. I wouldn't need to play the song for others, per se. Jesus could play His own song, simply by His spirit in me.

How is the Lord speaking tenderly to you now? What beauty has stopped you in your tracks? Where is the gentle invitation of the Spirit through your physical senses?

If we find ourselves in a moment when we can't quite hear tenderness or we aren't able to extend it, let us pray, "Speak tenderly to my soul, Lord."

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Wait for the Lord

Welcome to Word for the Week, the series in which I:

share my experience of hearing God’s Word in Mass last weekend,
explore what I believe the Lord is calling me to do about that Word, and
ask how this Word might impact your life, as well.

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It's been a while since I've written an entry. Probably, it's been since before my father-in-law passed away. And then we lost four other members of our family/friends. Five losses in five weeks.

And here we are, in Advent. The season of waiting. I'm waiting to process all of this loss. I'm waiting to find a new semblance of normal.

On the first Sunday of Advent, I found myself in Ohio. The word that stood out was from the first reading, from the Book of Isaiah, "...wait for him."

Over the course of this week, the wait has felt long. In particular, I've been waiting to see how current ministry endeavors will bear fruit. And more pressingly, I've been waiting for God to make a way in my communication with David.

We have both been through many changes in the past year, and our marriage seems to be bearing the weight of much transition.

As I write this entry, I'm looking back to the passages leading up to this Word for the Week:

Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down, with the mountains quaking before you, while you wrought awesome deeds we could not hope for, such as they had not heard of from of old. No ear has ever heard, no eye ever seen, any God but you doing such deeds for those who wait for him.

And although it's from a different liturgical season, I'm remembering the Gospel story when Jesus sent his disciples to prepare the Upper Room for the Last Supper.

He gave them such specific instructions. He told them where to find a donkey for him to ride into Jerusalem, who to meet with along the way, and every bit of it brought the ancient prophesies to fulfillment.

Maybe in our lives we are praying, like the scripture from Isaiah, "Oh...that you would come down." And yet, Jesus comes to us in the fullness of time (Galatians 4:4).

The details were not outside of God's Providence on the day of Christ's birth, nor during his Passion. And neither are the details of our lives separate from the will of God for us.

I'll end with a quote I shared at my Ohio concert last week. I hope you find comfort in these words, as I have, in this Season of Waiting:

"A waiting person is a patient person. The word patience means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to the full in the belief that something hidden there will manifest itself to us." -Henri Nouwen

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Fidelity (Not the Insurance Kind)

A sign above my friends' kitchen sink. Reminds me of how fidelity is often expressed in our household. (Yes, through cleaning!)

(Originally written on 7-29-2023)

Welcome to Word for the Week, the series in which I:

share my experience of hearing God’s Word in Mass last weekend,
explore what I believe the Lord is calling me to do about that Word, and
ask how this Word might impact your life, as well.

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We were at our home parish last Sunday, for the first time in over a month. The celebrant was our newly-ordained Fr. Andrew, whose ordination Jamal and I attended this spring. The word that stood out to me was "fidelity."

I think the word was proclaimed as part of the psalm response. And for some reason, I'm picturing this word in green letters right now. I think there's an insurance company with that same title, right?

The simplest dictionary definition I could find for fidelity is: loyalty.

As I asked the Lord this week, what to do about this word, the sense I received was to watch. Particularly, to watch for the fruits of fidelity.

I didn't love the word "loyalty" in the past. I should say, in the past, loyalty sounded really boring. And for ongoing commitments (like marriage, as a prime example), I liked to think of it as a fresh decision to renew every day.

But this past year, I learned that fidelity can be smooth, uncomplicated, and comfortable when it's not a decision that needs to be made again and again.

Maybe it's both/and. We choose again, and also once we have chosen, we can rest in the mold that the Lord has shaped for us.

It makes me imagine two oxen, yoked together. Like Matthew 20:30, "For my yoke is easy, and my burden light." Perhaps fidelity has seemed unattractive to you, too.

Maybe it's unlovely when we’re resisting it. Pulling against something that's strapped to our shoulders seems like it would hurt. But when we accept it as a gift from the Lord, maybe there's naturally an ease to it.

Let's pray?

Lord, please grant us fidelity to what you're calling us to. In the hidden aspect of fidelity that is unlovely to us, please meet us and let us experience your yoke as easy, this burden as light. We ask this in Jesus' name, Amen.

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In the Flesh

Waves Upon the Rocks, captured on a recent paddleboarding trip to Saguaro Lake, Arizona.

(Originally written on 6-25-2023)

Welcome to Word for the Week, the series in which I:

share my experience of hearing God’s Word in Mass last weekend,
explore what I believe the Lord is calling me to do about that Word, and
ask how this Word might impact your life, as well.

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Short entry this week!!

Last week, the word that stood out from Mass was "flesh." It was the Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ, so the word came up many times in the Gospel of John, chapter 6.

As I prayed about what God might want me to do about this word, I felt convicted to physically live out the gift of healing. That it's not enough to know, intellectually, that God has healed me.

I'm writing this on the final day of my year-long sabbatical. The Lord has certainly brought more healing than I thought to ask for.

And it's time to play, now. To take road trips with my kids, to swim in open water, to feel strength coursing through my veins, as proper nutrition meets the gift of good health.

Wow.

Okay. Also, a special hello to those of you who left lovely comments on this blog anytime in the last year. I was big into sabbatical mode and didn't log into the back end of my website.

But I read all of your notes (hi, Mr. Safranski! And Carrie, and Michelle, and anyone else I'm missing right now!), and I'm so grateful for you. Thanks for continuing to pray and reflect on God's word with me.

Up next is a month or two of galavanting with the family. Then hopefully I'll have updates to share about music, stage appearances, and whatever else the Lord might lead us to next.

God bless!!

Amanda

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Kinda Like Purgatory

Breakfast of "Eggs in Purgatory." Thanks to our friend Paul Fahey for recommending traditions to commemorate Harrowing of Hell.

Welcome to Word for the Week, the series in which I:

share my experience of hearing God’s Word in Mass last weekend,
explore what I believe the Lord is calling me to do about that Word, and
ask how this Word might impact your life, as well.

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A few Sundays back, we attended our first Melkite liturgy! The different customs felt new and yet familiar. There was a deep sense for me of connection with our family lineage, and the word that stood out corresponded with that feeling.

David's family is originally from Damascus, the place where the Christian community grew exponentially through the conversion of St. Paul! The faith community in Damascus has been following Jesus since the very beginning of the church.

The tradition of David's family was originally Eastern Catholic, yet in union with the Pope in Rome. In comparison to our typical Roman Rite Mass, this liturgy was very long for our kids! Plus, it was almost entirely sung, in three languages (English, Aramaic, and Arabic).

Of the few scriptures proclaimed in English, a line from the Acts of the Apostles stood out:

So they said, "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you and your household.” Acts 16:31

Right now, I'm feeling so grateful as I think about how David's family has passed on the Catholic faith for so very many generations. David's faith is an immense blessing, and it's amazing how integral that gift is in him.

Throughout the week following the Divine Liturgy at the Melkite church, I also leaned back on the Word for the Week, as two of our daughters came down with an illness. The onset of the illness was really alarming!

Our 11-yr-old daughter knocked on my bedroom door the following Monday morning, to tell me she wasn't feeling well. Then she started speaking in a confused manner, and her head hit against the wall. A few moments later, her limbs stiffened and she collapsed!

Thankfully, I was able to catch her fall and lower her to the carpeted floor. Later, as I researched what might have caused this seizure, at first I thought it was heat stroke.

All of the symptoms matched what I found online. She had a high fever, and we had been out in a pool and the sunshine for hours that Sunday after church. I thought surely the symptoms would subside within a day.

But by the following morning, her fever was dangerously high. After a bit more research, I came upon some severe warnings such as: "Heat stroke is very serious; it may be deadly"

As I prepared to bring her to urgent care, I remembered my Word for the Week. That, through faith in Jesus, my family and I would "be saved." And I felt a deep peace in my heart that she was going to be okay.

Sure enough, once we saw the doctor, they confirmed the symptoms were due to the flu. We were able to manage her health at home, and she was back to normal (as normal as an 11-yr-old artist can get) in a few days.

I'm grateful that the word from Acts brought such comfort to a situation that was pretty scary at first. It's amazing to see how God's word is always effective, regardless of the moment or the season.

This last Easter season was a beautiful one for me. But in some ways I felt like I was in a perpetual "Holy Saturday" since the beginning of this calendar year.

Now that Pentecost is upon us, I'm realizing... Holy Saturday is one of the most wonderful moments of the liturgical calendar. Perhaps you've heard it called by its other name, the "Harrowing of Hell." I'm learning lately that it's more than a day of stillness and waiting. It's also the moment when Jesus brings healing, carrying out the plan of salvation, in the "underground," so to speak. That makes me grin.

I'd like to conclude this entry with an excerpt from one of the most beautiful and moving homilies. This year, during Triduum, some friends and I celebrated Holy Saturday in their garden, with a meal called "Eggs in Purgatory," and morning prayer, and the proclamation of this homily.

As we recommence ordinary time, maybe you've also experienced lingering effects of "Holy Saturday," even though the resurrection is here. On the one hand, it does seem kinda like purgatory. On the other hand, we're in good company because something similar happened to the apostles, too. They couldn't fully enter into the gifts of the resurrection until the Holy Spirit fell upon them.

So whether you're receiving consolations of Pentecost, or whether the gifts of the Spirit are taking a while to become visible, I'll invite you to linger in some Holy Saturday sentiments a little longer.

It's actually pretty beautiful, after all.

Excerpt from "An Ancient Homily for Holy Saturday."

I command you:
Awake, sleeper, I have not made you to be held a prisoner in the underworld.
Arise from the dead; I am the life of the dead.
Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who were fashioned in my image.
Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I in you, together we are one undivided person. ...
The cherubim throne has been prepared, the bearers are ready and waiting,
The bridal chamber is in order,
The food is provided,
The everlasting houses and rooms are in readiness;
The treasures of good things have been opened;
The kingdom of heaven has been prepared before the ages.

Amen.

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