Rosary Shampoo

I’m a husband and father of two grown daughters. When they were in school and living at home, with three women under one roof, I found myself in the SHAMPOO AISLE at Target more than I would care to admit. In my opinion, it’s the longest aisle in Target with the highest number of choices for any single product offered; SHAMPOO. If I were an English teacher, I would make that aisle a ‘field trip” or at the very least, a homework assignment. There are a whole bunch of new uses for adverbs and adjectives the students need to learn.

 

Did you know some shampoo’s structurize and others re-structurize your hair, even though neither are recognized words in Funk and Wagnall’s dictionary. Some vitalize while others re-vitalize, some activate while others re-activate hair. My favorite was the stuff that either hydrates, moisturizes or re-hydrates and re-moisturizes, which, to me, meant “gets your hair wet”. Isn’t that the point of shampooing in the first place? There is a shampoo that infuses, enriches, escalates, penetrates, balances, expands, nourishes, manages, corrects and most importantly disciplines human hair. Of all the brands that re-plentish, re-store, re-build, re-construct and refresh hair, not a single shampoo manufacturer says it washes hair clean. 

 

Now, this is beginning to sound a little “Sixty Minutes/Andy Rooney-esk”, but I’d like to suggest that the Rosary can perform similar feats as what the Shampoo manufacturers represent. I also realize the risk in offending the more pious Catholic readers in writing the next few sentences, but my fallback is the belief that God really does have a sense of humor. Are you ready for the punch line? The Rosary will penetrate and enrich your soul. It can fortify your faith and beliefs, clarify your thought process, activate, balance and nourish your spirituality and infuse you with the Holy Spirit. Over time, it will restore, re-build, re-plentish, re-vitalize, and yes, I’m going to say it, re-structurize your relationships with the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Holy Trinity, the Apostles, the Holy Catholic Church, all the Angels and Saints and you, my brothers and sisters – as the Contrition  prayer so wonderfully states – ultimately keeping you sane in an un-sane world.

For more entertaining rosary-related articles, read them here

Pope Leo XIII Commissioned Rosary Painting

Lecturer Nov 2014 Report PicShort and sweet, I want everyone to contemplate this picture, commissioned by Pope Leo the 13th, in the 1700’s. It roughly translates to:

“The Mother of God, urges you to teach, pray and use the Rosary against adversaries, hostel to the Catholic name and Institution.”

Last week, I shared this with Arch Bishop Nienstadt and suggested he make an appeal to all who pray the Rosary (several different protestant groups also use the Rosary in there prayer regimen, it’s not exclusive to just Catholics) to use it against the current adversaries, too many to mention. Also, I implore that you petition all the angels, saints and intercessors you normally use when you pray it, for those on all sides of sensitive issues at hand who are in need of a healing miracle.

There have always been and will continue to be, adversaries against the Catholic Name and Institution and the Rosary continues to be the most effective way to ward them off.

God Bless us all,

THE ORIGIN OF THE ROSARY

Gentlemen,
As you may know, Bill Swing and I are re-crafting the HNOJKC.org web site archives to be more user-friendly and informative. Over time, we will be building and adding content. We hope to eventually post what we are calling, “a Knight’s guide to the Rosary.” It will be for all the public to see (not just KC’s) and tabbed for varying degrees of users between beginners and advanced Rosary users. Feel free to direct friends and relatives to the site, if something jumps out at you that you want others to read. Future articles and Lecturers reports will be written to fill content for that reason. Past articles will be tabbed and posted and a few old articles will be re-written to better serve tab headings.
We will post all the Lecturers Reports in the HNOJ KC council section as they are geared for our council and retrievable if you want to go back and read them. However, some of them will be edited down to just the content or story format and posted on some of the other tabs in the writing section of the site for all to see. Expect to see some duplication, as some of the articles are multi-purpose. Much of the last years Lecturers Reports were written with this big “…..guide” picture in mind. Bill and I are open to suggestions and ideas, as well as new content. We also intend to ask Fr. Steve to invite or let us tender an open and ongoing appeal to invite parishioners to share inspiring Rosary stories for us to post on the site, as they get sent to us.
If you or someone you know, has an inspiring story to share, but lack confidence in writing it, I would be happy to co-author it with you or them. However, we may not run everything that comes our way. It’s not an open forum or a blog for people to crank out endless material or opinions. We’re hoping for inspiring prayer and Rosary related stories. Bill and I will determine what is compatible with our web site goals.
A media page for inspiring Catholic/Christian-related books, movies and printed media articles will also be tabbed and maintained, so we will be in constant search to add good content. Please direct us or email us pertinent links, books or copies of news articles that pertain to our Rosary promotion efforts. Eventually, there will be an education tab for classes or formal presentation notes that some of our members present to various groups like the ninth and tenth graders or other pertinent instruction. If any of you teach a class or present something special and you deem it worthy of being on the site with your outline or notes, forward it to us.
Specifically to Earl, we would like to drag in or build a whole section on the Franciscan Rosaries (both sets of seven-Joys and Sorrows of Mary), so give us a hand with that. We want to encourage and even urge all members to direct people to our Rosary articles hnojkc.org . If you have the right skills and would like to be more involved with our council, Bill would love to train you in on assisting the management of the site. Please volunteer and we will put you to work.
It seems appropriate to start with THE ORIGIN OF THE ROSARY article which will be posted in the Monthly Lecturers Report section of the web site and separated out in one or more other sections for those who surf the site later. Comments made at the Rosary Oct. 14th procession will come from this.
THE ORIGIN OF THE ROSARY
In the year 1208, the Blessed Virgin appeared to St. Dominic and instructed him how to build and pray the Rosary. If you recall your AP European History classes from high school, all of Europe was in a massive downward spiral of chaos, disease, debauchery, barbarianism and self-destruction. Marauding hoards were raping and pillaging every village in Europe, killing as many as they could. Rats were spreading “the plague”, also killing many people. Rome sent soldiers to intervene before all was lost. Mary wanted Dominic to use the Rosary to calm the masses by praying for real hope and change, for faith, hope and charity. It was also used by the soldiers to protect them in battle. Many miracles were recorded during this time frame, directly related to the use of the Rosary, too many to mention in this writing.
St. Dominic was born in Castile Spain in 1170. While she was pregnant, Dominic’s mother had a vision of Dominic lighting Europe on fire like a hound running with a torch in his mouth. Many of today’s Dominican Institutions depict the Dominican Order with stained glass windows featuring a star-crowned shield with a hound holding a torch in his mouth. After attending the Paris University, Dominic traveled throughout France with his Bishop to teach and share what they referred to as, “the fruits of contemplation”. Later, the Bishop, Dominic and other followers founded the “Order of Preachers” to continue that evangelical work. It later became known as the Dominicans, now serving in over eighty five different countries. “We set the world on fire”, is their motto.
 Within that same era, the Franciscans, the Carmelites, the Benedictines, the Jesuits and many other worthy and Holy Orders of the Catholic faith were founded throughout Europe by deeply spiritual priests and Catholic people guided by divine intervention. Coincidentally, but also during that same time frame, the Roman Catholic Church was in turmoil. As Catholics, we all get side-swiped by anti-Catholic historians who remind us of this short time span when we had a 13 year old Medici family Pope and what a corrupt Church we all belong to. Don’t you think it’s interesting how God directed so many different Holy Orders to be formed during that dire time frame, not just for the survival of His Church, but to magnify its world-wide impact and strength? It’s also very interesting how rapidly and wide-spread the Rosary traveled the world and became the conduit for many of those new Holy Orders to gain momentum.
The Rosary is the single most important prayer form for the entire worldwide Catholic community. Unity! More miracles are associated with the Rosary than any other prayer format. If you need a miracle, don’t wait around. Start a daily Rosary regimen right now. By the way, it’s a “two-for” i.e. the Blessed Virgin is praying it with you, every time you go. She is our “advocate” and will hand deliver your petition to God. With all the turmoil over public Catholic issues, abortion, ethnic cleansing, etc. the Rosary can have an impact on resolving overwhelming obstacles and defeating enemies. It worked before, it can work again if we all pray, together, for a miracle.

Did You Know

DID YOU KNOW……..?
  • The KC’s will pay for the Catholic education of the children of any dues paying member who is killed in the line of duty as a policeman, fire and rescue or armed serviceman, until they are done going to school- including college & post grad.
  • The KC’s lobbied Eisenhower, in 1954 to add the words, “under God” to the Pledge of Allegiance?
  • The KC’s spent 7 million dollars in 1956 to successfully overturn the Supreme Court ruling to abolish parochial schools?
  • The KC’s donated over 165 million dollars each of the last 4 years for numerous worthy Catholic causes?
  • The KC’s support a multi-million dollar grant and scholarship program for members and their children, with special dispensation to Seminarians?
  • The KC’s pay for the uplink costs associated with broadcasting Papal events and down links around the world for Christmas and Holy Week Masses?
  • The KC’s at HNOJ tithe 10% of all funds raised within the HNOJ Parish to official Catholic Seminarian related funds?
  • The KC’s at HNOJ have given away over 2000 Rosaries to parishioners, while the National KC’s give away over 10,000 Rosaries each month- world wide?
  • The KC’s at HNOJ have served over 10,000 meals on Wednesday nights for the Religious Education Program hosted by the Parish?
  • The KC’s at HNOJ have served food at:
    •       The VBS Picnic
    •       The School Marathon
    •       The Staff Appreciation Dinner
    •       The Fall Festival
    •       Cinnamon Roll Sunday
    •       The Lenten Oriental Stir Fry

FEELING EXULTED

It was a mad scramble in the Sr. High boys locker room getting dressed for game time. Our uniforms were clean and neatly tucked in, the knee socks in perfect position. Coach made us polish our high-top black football shoes and re-tighten any loose cleats before every game. He advised us to use that specific chore as a time to meditate on the upcoming game and get our “heads right” as we visualized our play execution and techniques against our well scouted opponents.
After a pre-game team prayer and a lot of rah-rah from the coaches and captains, we’d work ourselves into a frenzy pounding on the lockers, walls and each others shoulder pads. The exterior door was opened like the gate at the rodeo and we would charge out of the building, down the hill, across the maintenance field and stop in front of the entrance gate to the football stadium. The captains would yell out questions about what we were going to do like, “WHO’S GONNA WIN TONIGHT?”… “WHO’S READY TO PLAY?” The entire team would shout back short, loud answers like, “WE WILL”… “WE ARE”… as the home crowd now sensed our presence outside of the stadium. The double cyclone gates creaked as they slowly pulled open towards us and our animal-like growls slowly turned to loud roars as the goose bumps were on top of goose bumps under our fancy game uniforms.
The shape of our tight mass of team-mates bulged towards the open gate as we gained momentum across the cinder track and high jump pit behind the goal posts and formed a train like shape of players. The captains, with team in tow, were at full throttle as they blasted through the giant paper barrier between the cheerleaders under the cross-bar of the goal. A sea of people in the stands, surrounded with light towers, erupted with an overwhelming roar and standing ovation as we spilled out on to the brightly lit playing field and spread ourselves evenly over half of the play field. Calisthenics in sets of twenty would begin with jumping jacks. Vapor clouds puffed out of our helmets as each team member would shout each repetition as loud and as baritone as possible. Our voices became one giant sub-woofer echoing sound off the area buildings, stands and landscape of nearby houses. The goose pimples were now three deep on every square inch of flesh as we fought to hold down our own supper from the thrill of celebrity.
For many, that’s as close as we come to feeling “EXULTED” or unified in a cause. Maybe your version of exultation varied by a degree or two and came from similar events associated with other team sports or large group performances in music, theater or scholastics resulting in standing ovations. Possibly later in life resulting from a job related performance and reward, recognition or promotion. Some never get the opportunity to participate in a competitive team or group situation and can only guess at what it’s like to feel exulted. I’ve been fortunate enough to be present at all the home games of both runs at the American League Championships and Word Series the Minnesota Twins made in the late ‘80’s and early ‘90’s. The real miracle there is, I still have working ear drums. As exciting as that was to witness, it still fell short of feeling exulted.
Life goes on. I have a wonderful life, a wonderful marriage, wonderful kids. I belong to a wonderful church community at HNOJ, a wonderful organization like the KC’s. I have a wonderful job and house in Plymouth. All things way more important than a stupid high school football game. Maybe this is a lesson as to how “impressionable” we were as youth or how age makes us “conservative” as our kids accuse us of being. One way or another, experience and common sense pare down our youthful willingness to become exulted. Emotions are tempered to maintain control. Religion is supposed to make us feel exulted, but usually not to the degree spoken earlier. Consider the Faith, Hope and Charity our catechisms taught us about. We all believe we will be “exulted in the Lord”, in the end, as we complete the “HOPE” portion of our beliefs. Possessing a strong Faith in Christ is something we all profess. Charitable works we support through deeds and donations provide many warm feelings, but none that make us froth at the mouth, growling like animals and count to twenty as loud as we can in a football stadium, while doing pre-game calisthenics.
Catholicism and receiving the KC “Degrees” of Knighthood is a shared common ground with Catholic men from more than a hundred years ago and for as far forward as we are capable of seeing. We are united in all that is Catholic. Working together as a team to protect and defend our Church from media “blitzkriegs” against our doctrine, our religious clergy, our Pope, the un-born. Working together for hundreds of worthy causes, Pro-Life, Special Olympics, Seminarians, keeping Christ in Christmas and “…under God…” in the Pledge of Allegiance, Catholic education for the under privileged, restoring important historic Catholic buildings and artifacts, for more worthy causes than I have room to write about, the least of which are the millions of members who have benefited from our KC insurance coverage. Our collective voices now combine and echo off of voting poles rather than end zones, in cities, neighborhoods and schools, in letters to congressmen and newspapers – when appropriate, in church committees and community activities, in special prayer services, in our homes when we pray with our own families.
I realize it’s a big stretch to draw parallels between High school glory days and Catholicism, but it’s up to each of us on our own Faith journey, to provide our own pre-game or half-time pep talk and subsequent goose pimples. It’s up to each of us to choose how we want to be counted. How “exulted are we willing to let ourselves be? How motivated? How Spirit-filled? How open are we to “being called” to do things in our short time on earth? Joining the KC’s might only be a starting point or stepping stone to future events in your life. For some, the only calling they get is to be a good Christian, father and husband. Not everyone has to move to Calcutta India or El Salvador. I’m going to end with a quote from famous “contemplative” Monk, Thomas Merton:
 “…The whole thing boils down to giving ourselves in prayer a chance to realize that we have what we seek. We don’t have to rush after it. It was there all the time, and if we give it time, it will make itself known to us.”

THE GLORY BE – aka the Rosary reset button

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever shall be, world without end, Amen.

It’s the simple, one sentence rote prayer that we use as a reset button to switch gears, thoughts and images as we pray the Rosary. We use it after each decade, to switch to the next Mystery in the chain. Control/Alt/delete/click the next icon. Let’s call it the Rosary deep meditation cleansing breath between Mysteries, acknowledging the Holy Trinity’s awe. The Baptists and evangelicals all holler, “AMEN!” and “PRAISE GOD!” and “HALLELUIAH!” when they hear the preacher say something good, during a sermon. I think this is just a longer, better, more Catholic version.

THE SOCCER BALL STORY FROM THE ROCHESTER FIREMAN

I want to share an uplifting story about CHARITY. Sometimes throwing large sums of money and huge resources at a problem isn’t always the best way to provide CHARITY. I heard this story from a colleague, John Deedrick, as he lamented about the loss of his best friend, Chuck Herman. Chuck died in a freak accident as he was cutting a tree down and having it catch, twist, and fall in a different direction than intended and land on him, killing him. His friend was a Fire Chief in the Rochester, MN fire district.

Several years earlier, both Chuck and John read a book written by Bruce Wilkinson, titled, “You were born for this”. The two had recently formed a non-profit entity called, GREAT-DEEDS (www.greatdeeds.org), with the idea of performing random acts of kindness, as often as the opportunity arises, with as little as ten and twenty dollar bills, on a whim; i.e. lunches or groceries for hungry strangers, books, socks, shirts, etc., “see it, do it” during your daily routine. Many friends and prominent business people from Rochester were recruited to participate and to “fire at will” whenever the occasion arose to thank or help someone in a small way for any reason.

A little while after they formed GREAT-DEED’S, Chuck rode his motor cycle to Sturgis South Dakota for an annual weeklong event. Early Sunday a.m., he stopped at Wall Drug to stretch his legs. He stood in line to buy a twenty dollar “T” shirt when it dawned on him that he already had too many “T” shirts and that he should probably attend a local church and put it in the collection plate, instead. As he got back on his bike, he noticed inclement weather approaching and thought heading north, would avoid it. Several miles out of town, he noticed a little white church with cars in the lot and people walking in, so he rolled his motor cycle in, parked and took a seat. After hearing a wonderful message, he shook the pastor’s hand and handed him the twenty dollar bill, suggesting to him, to take his lovely wife out to brunch. The pastor handed it back and said he had three more sermons to give at three more neighboring parishes, but directed him to Lily, a parishioner who was about to head to Africa for a two week mission trip.

Chuck introduced himself to Lily and chatted for a spell. Lily was about to use her valuable two week vacation time to go volunteer at an orphanage in the center of a city in Zimbabwe with clothing, donations and bibles. He handed her the twenty and instructed Lily to buy soccer balls for the orphanage kids to play with instead of putting it towards less than fun activities. He then reluctantly shook her hand and left. Lily reluctantly agreed and left with the money, shaking her head, as if it were too weird to figure out, but promised she would buy the soccer balls. The donor doubted the money would end up where he requested, but finished his vacation and returned to Rochester. The woman doubted a soccer ball was good idea when other needs were so great, but stashed the cash and headed for Africa with a promise to keep.

Once Lily arrived at the orphanage, the director greeted and showed her the latest improvements, including a new, large group classroom. Lily advised that she promised a donor that she would buy soccer balls for the kids. The director balked at the idea of balls being kicked around inside the new orphanage hall. Lily queried about the adjoining, but unimproved lot owned by the orphanage, to which the director chided, “too dangerous”. There were sharp objects, needles, broken glass and things that could cause harm to the kids as well as the potential for nefarious activity and uncontrollable strangers in the poorest part of town. Lily fought back with the argument that Chuck gave her, in the need for kids to play and have fun. Lily volunteered to walk the grounds and clean it up and others joined in.

The landscape was very uneven and weedy, but they cleaned it up as best as possible. She and the director drove to town for supplies and to find the nearest sporting goods store. On the way, they passed some idle earthmoving equipment, parked nearby. Lily asked the director to pull over and she asked the owner/operator if he would smooth out the area, next to the orphanage and create a soccer field, to which he crassly said, “No, I don’t do charity work”. They turned and moved on. The door of the sporting goods store was locked and a sign said CLOSED, but Lily began to knock, incessantly, until someone came and unlocked it. In an unfriendly voice, he pointed out the CLOSED sign and told them to leave, adding that he was about to go out of business. She pled for him to look for soccer balls which she would gladly pay twenty dollars for. He said there was a barrel in the back with equipment in it and told her to help herself. She dug to the bottom and found three un-inflated soccer balls, went back to the owner and asked for him to pump them up for her. He said no, but sold her a pump and air needle and took her twenty dollars. On the way back, she asked the director to stop at the earth moving equipment one more time and one more time she was run off by the operator.

She repeated this for two more days and finally the curmudgeon operator said, “Lady, if I don’t have any work booked by Friday, I’ll clear the lot for you.” Not only did he clear it, he seeded it with grass left over from another job. Some local craftsmen, living in the area, fashioned simple soccer goals and the kids were excited to begin playing soccer on a real soccer field, once the grass filled in.

Lily returned to South Dakota and began to plan for fund raising efforts for her next trip to Zimbabwe. Nearly two years passed by. As she neared the departure date, she communicated with the director, who was very excited to surprise her with the events that unfolded as a result of her persistency and her twenty dollar purchase from her previous visit. In her absence, word had travelled to neighboring companies, organizations, villages and other soccer enthusiasts wanting to use real balls on a real soccer field and people started to show up. Money offers, to rent the facility for sponsored events, started to flow into the orphanage and the word spread to even farther reaching areas. The director informed Lily that, by renting the facility out, they make enough money to buy all the food, clothing, text books, cleaning supplies, etc. that it takes to run their orphanage, with money left over, thanks to her twenty dollar soccer ball purchase.

Since then, teams have formed by numerous villages and games and tournaments were scheduled. Entire villages of spectators began to show up, stimulating a micro economy of trade, concession sales and other positive activities. The nearby sporting goods store even reopened. Local church attendance increased. An even larger economy began to develop. Money, hundreds of donations and volunteer labor to make improvements to the field and school flooded in and, over time, it evolved into a nice soccer facility with bleachers, benches, and grass field, lined with chalk. With the cleaned up safe neighborhood, the church, the orphanage and school benefited, the city benefited, local companies benefited, the kids and families benefited and it all began from a twenty dollar bill.

Unaware of all that happened in Zimbabwe two years earlier, Chuck was back in Minnesota, in a heated discussion with the Rochester Mayor about some politically polarizing views and public events surrounding diversity and religious freedom. They ended the rhetoric with an agreement to disagree. It got uncomfortable in their verbal stand-off, so the Mayor switched subjects and asked about Chuck’s next motorcycle trip. That, in turn, jogged his memory about an email he got from the Minneapolis Mayor, so he retrieved it, turned the computer screen and asked Chuck, “Is this you?”

When Lily returned home in Wall, SD after the second trip to Zimbabwe, she knew she had to find the motorcycling fireman and thank him. She couldn’t remember his name, but thought he might be from Minneapolis or St. Paul, so she emailed the mayors of both cities and told them of her successful soccer ball story and asked them to help her find her fireman. They forwarded the email to all of the area fire stations, but they reported back to her, no positive results. She asked them to check other nearby cities, so one of the mayors forwarded the email to other Minnesota mayors. Then he wished her well and washed his hands of it.

Shocked by what he was reading, Chuck immediately responded to her email and got “the rest of the story”, as Paul Harvey used to say. It’s this story that I’m sharing now. He used this example to motivate many others who continue to further his dream of GREAT-DEED’S and John Deedrick shared it with me to keep it going, too. Twenty dollars can turn into millions or go up in flames. Truly “blind charity” occurred as no one expected these results from a twenty dollar donation turning into a million dollar windfall and soccer facility in a poor part of town in Zimbabwe.

THE ROSARY IS CHARITY

“….and the greatest of these is LOVE”. Because I’m an “old school” dedicated KC, I’m hanging on to the word CHARITY instead of converting the title to LOVE for this monthly piece that’s written for third bead on the front, dangly side of the Rosary. Praying the Rosary is CHARITY. Rarely does anyone pray a rosary without dedicating it to a cause, a cure, a person, or a dire need, perhaps even a “foxhole” prayer, of sorts. The KC’s consider Charity to be their first and most important Degree in our international organization. CHARITY is also the driving force behind many organizations, schools, and corporate mission statements, etc. It’s usually a safe harbor in “political correctness”. Community service hours; i.e. CHARIY, is the tie breaker for all college admission committees when they have equal GPA’s on two students and only one slot to fill for scholarship dollars, the winner goes to the one with the most community service. There are lots of “deep thoughts” that come with this word. CHARITY is such a huge topic, I can hardly do it justice or cover it correctly for the continuation of the Lecturers monthly Rosary theme. Is it Christ’s CHARITY for us? Is it our CHARITY for others? We hear so much about unconditional love, but as normal sinners, many of us draw lines and place conditions on who to love, with our enemies on the outside of that line. True Charity is supposed to be non-judgmental and blind. Some of you may remember the Fr. Arnold sermon where the homeless person on his door step interrupted and asked him are you going to lecture me or help me. It’s not up to us to change the poor or down-hearted, just help them as best as we can. Simply put, God is LOVE (CHARITY).

Many of us belong to numerous “charitable organizations” outside of the KC’s; curative therapies, worthy causes, not-for-profits, nature hugging groups, just to name a few. Some form of CHARITY affects almost every part of our lives. However, we tend to only fund things we believe in. When we hear a really motivating appeal for CHARITY from a recognizable national spokesperson or celebrity, it’s our nature to want to go all out and “fire hose” our way to the solution. Working towards the perceived goal, laid out by the national ad campaign makes us feel good that we can help in the telethon by sending in a little money, without getting our hands dirty. Walk for the cure, run for the cure, bike for the cure; all safe ways to show support, but seaming at arm’s length from the actual cure. A few weeks ago, there was a piece being forwarded around, via email, about the breakdown of costs and net amounts actually making it to the needy in various well known charities, with frighteningly skinny results for everyone except the administrators. (I have a copy for anyone to see) So often we wonder if our charitable contribution of time talent and treasure ends up accomplishing what was initially promised by the visiting bell ringers and tin cup rattlers. So often the media spotlights hucksters who take advantage of our bleeding hearts, making it even more difficult to respond to a seemingly, worthy cause.

I’m going to write about two very different CHARITY events today, neither is going to even scratch the surface of what CHARITY actually is. I could have picked better stories to cover, but I want to stimulate you all to think deep thoughts. Twenty years ago, I helped a local Presbyterian Church parishioner raise money for mission in Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. They used it to build special 16 x 20- 4 room plywood shelters for homeless people, outside of their mission town. We raised well over a quarter million dollars and built twenty homes for, what was the lowest segment of the area’s social strata. With all the CHARITY came tremendous jealousy among the townsfolk that were one or two notches up the food chain and living in shipping containers and lean-to’s. The recipients of our homes felt so guilty that their new houses were better than those they deemed to be higher class, that they dismantled and sold the windows, sinks and fixtures as either a self-punishment or for the income. Some recipients abandoned their homes for more deserving classes of people to move in, a few were in fear of their lives. Others’ need for cooking fuel exceeded the need for shelter so they removed important structural wood components, door and window frames, to burn and the flimsy, unsupported plywood homes fell apart. Did CHARITY occur? I covered “blind faith” two months ago, in the Lecturers Report titled “the Woosh of Blind Faith”. How about a little “blind charity”? Did we go wrong by donating homes that caused disruption? It can be complicated. An entire church community got behind this feel good project, but it appeared to have failed. There is no moral to this story. The cultural differences were unforeseen. Charitable people got together and tried to do something nice for other less fortunate folks with their missionary efforts. Maybe it’s not all that different than when some dirt poor person wins the Lotto and self-destructs with lack of knowledge in how to handle their new-found wealth. It didn’t stop them from continuing to try to help the poor people in their Mexican mission project, as it still continues.

In very stark contrast to the last story, I want to share another, more uplifting story about CHARITY, also with unforeseen results, only this time, positive. Sometimes throwing large sums of money and huge resources at a problem isn’t always the best way to provide CHARITY. I heard this story from a colleague, John Deedrick, as he lamented about the loss of his best friend, Chuck Herman, in a freak accident involving his friend cutting a tree down and having it catch, twist, and fall in a different direction than intended and land on his friend, killing him. His friend was a Fire Chief in the Rochester, MN fire district.

Several years earlier, both Chuck and John read a book written by Bruce Wilkinson, titled, “You were born for this”. The two were so inspired, they formed a non-profit entity called, GREAT DEEDS, with the idea of performing random acts of kindness, as often as the opportunity arises, with as little as ten and twenty dollar bills; i.e. lunches or groceries for hungry strangers, books, socks, shirts, etc., “see it, do it” during your daily routine. Many friends and prominent business people from Rochester were recruited to participate and to “fire at will” whenever the occasion arose to thank or help someone in a small way for any reason.

Chuck rode his motorcycle to Sturgis South Dakota for an annual weeklong event. Early Sunday a.m., he stopped at Wall Drug to stretch his legs. He stood in line to buy a twenty dollar “T” shirt when it dawned on him that he already had too many “T” shirts and that he should probably attend a local church an put it in the collection plate, instead. As he got back on his bike, he noticed inclement weather approaching and thought heading north, would avoid it. Several miles out, he noticed a little white church with cars in the lot and people walking in, so he rolled in, parked and took a seat. After hearing a wonderful message, he shook the pastor’s hand and handed him the twenty dollar bill, suggesting to him, to take his lovely wife out to brunch. The pastor handed it back and said he had three more sermons to give at three more neighboring parishes, but directed him to Lily, a parishioner who was about to head to Africa for a two week mission trip.

Chuck introduced himself to Lily and chatted for a spell. Lily was about to go visit an orphanage in the center of a city in Zimbabwe with clothing, donations and bibles. He handed her the twenty and instructed Lily to buy soccer balls for the orphanage kids to play with instead of putting it towards less than fun activities. He then reluctantly shook her hand and left. Lily reluctantly agreed and left with the money, shaking her head, as if it were too weird to figure out, but promised she would buy the soccer balls. The donor doubted the money would end up where he requested, but finished his vacation and returned to Rochester. The woman doubted a soccer ball was good idea when other needs were so great, but stashed the cash and headed for Africa with a promise to keep.

Lily arrived at the orphanage as the director greeted and showed her the latest improvements, including a new, large group classroom. Lily advised that she promised a donor that she would buy soccer balls for the kids. The director balked at the idea of balls being kicked around inside the new orphanage hall. Lily queried about the adjoining, but unimproved lot owned by the orphanage, to which the director chided, “too dangerous”. There were sharp objects, needles, broken glass and things that could cause harm to the kids as well as the potential for nefarious activity and uncontrollable strangers in the poorest part of town. Lily fought back with the argument that Chuck gave her, in the need for kids to play and have fun. Lily volunteered to walk the grounds and clean it up and others joined in.

The landscape was very uneven and weedy, but they cleaned it up as best as possible and drove to the nearest sporting goods store. On the way to the supply and sports stores, they passed some idle earthmoving equipment, parked nearby. Lily asked the director to pull over and she asked the owner if he would smooth out the area, next to the orphanage and create a soccer field, to which he said, “No, I don’t do charity work”. They turned and moved on. The door of the sporting goods store was locked and a sign said CLOSED, but Lily began to knock, incessantly, until someone came and unlocked it. In an unfriendly voice, he pointed out the CLOSED sign and told them to leave, adding that he was about to go out of business. She pled for him to look for soccer balls which she would gladly pay twenty dollars for. He said there was a barrel in the back with equipment in it and told her to help herself. She dug to the bottom and found three uninflated soccer balls, went back to the owner and asked for him to pump them up. He sold her a pump and air needle and took her twenty dollars. On the way back, she asked the director to stop at the earth moving equipment one more time and one more time she was run off by the operator.

She repeated this for two more days and finally the curmudgeon operator said, “if I don’t have any work booked by Friday, I’ll clear your lot for you.” Not only did he clear it, he seeded it with grass left over from another job. Some local craftsmen, living in the area, fashioned simple soccer goals and the kids were excited to begin playing soccer on a real soccer field, once the grass filled in.

Lily returned to South Dakota and began to plan for fund raising efforts for her next trip to Zimbabwe. Nearly two years passed by. As she neared the departure date, she communicated with the director, who was very excited to surprise her with the events that unfolded as a result of her persistency and her twenty dollar purchase from the previous visit. In her absence, word had travelled to neighboring companies, organizations, villages and other soccer enthusiasts wanting to use real balls on a real soccer field and people started to show up. Money offers, to rent the facility for sponsored events, started to flow into the orphanage and the word spread to even farther reaching areas. The director informed Lily that, by renting the facility out, they make enough money to buy all the food, clothing, text books, cleaning supplies, etc. that it takes to run an orphanage, with money left over, thanks to her twenty dollar purchase and persistence to keep a promise.

Since then, teams have formed by numerous villages and games and tournaments were scheduled. Entire villages of spectators began to show up, stimulating a micro economy of trade, concession sales and other positive activities. The nearby sporting goods store even reopened. Local church attendance increased. An even larger economy began to develop. Money, hundreds of donations and volunteer labor to make improvements to the field and school flooded in and, over time, it evolved into a nice soccer facility with bleachers, benches, and grass field, lined with chalk. The church, the orphanage and school benefited, the city benefited, local companies benefited, the kids and families benefited and it all began from a twenty dollar bill.

Unaware of all that happened in Zimbabwe two years earlier, Chuck was back in Minnesota, in a heated discussion with the Rochester Mayor about some politically polarizing views and public events surrounding diversity and religious freedom. They ended the rhetoric with an agreement to disagree. It got uncomfortable, so the Mayor switched subjects and asked about Chuck’s next motorcycle trip. That, in turn, jogged his memory about an email he got from the Minneapolis Mayor, so he retrieved it and asked Chuck, “Is this you?”

When Lily returned home in Wall, SD, the second time, she knew she had to find the motorcycling fireman and thank him. She couldn’t remember his name, but thought he might be from Minneapolis or St. Paul, so she emailed the mayors of both cities and told them of her successful soccer ball story and asked them to help her find her fireman. They forwarded the email to all of the area fire stations, but they reported back to her, no positive results. She asked them to check other nearby cities, so one of the mayors forwarded the email to other Minnesota mayors, wished her well and washed his hands of it.

Shocked, Chuck immediately responded to her email and got “the rest of the story”, as Paul Harvey used to say, this story that I’m sharing now. He used this example to motivate many others who continue to further his dream of GREAT DEED’S and John Deedrick shared it with me to keep it going, too. Twenty dollars can turn into millions or go up in flames. Truly “blind charity” occurred as no one expected these results from a $20 donation turning into a million dollar soccer facility in a poor part of town in Zimbabwe. In the previous story, no one expected the 300k Mexican mission homes project to fail.

Two very unusual choices of Charity to write about, eh? What was Marty thinking, you ask? I’m not sure there can be a moral to these stories, but there are many contemplations, which is what we are supposed to do when praying the Rosary. Some CHARITY is a gamble that takes on a life of its own. CHARITY has to be unconditional. We have to let the Holy Trinity put the final touch on CHARITY as it abounds in and around our lives. There shouldn’t be expectations for CHARITY. Common sense will not always be your friend when it comes to CHARITY. Earlier this month, the daily gospel reading (that reminds me most of the KC’s) from MT 7 15-20 read, “….by their fruits you will know them…”, but who hasn’t occasionally bought a good looking piece of fruit that ends up being punkie in the middle. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t buy fruit anymore. I think it applies to CHARITY as well. To the best of your ability, try to be charitable. God’s ultimate CHARITY of sacrificing His only begotten Son for all of us undeserving sinners is probably a good point to end this with, as we contemplate God’s CHARITY for us, rounding out the last of the three beads near the start of the Rosary. God is CHARITY!

Hope

Last month, the lecturers report covered “the woosh of blind faith”. With FAITH being the first of the three beads, near the beginning of the Rosary, I like to encourage everyone to always have an image or visual for every rote prayer recited in the Rosary for maximum effect. Too often we zip past these three beads to get to the main part of the meditation and miss the opportunity to revisit our images of what represents our rendition of faith, hope and charity. Next month’s article will be a stretch for some as CHARITY can sometimes be complicated and often conditional.

As we continue with our Rosary journey, the second bead in the string of three is HOPE. I ask you to go back to a Christmas from your past and think of a childhood gift that you hoped, beyond measure for that something special you wanted more than anything else in the world. Was it a B-B gun, a fishing rod, a bike, the latest electronic gadget? You ached for it, but you also may have doubted it possible that you would receive that special gift. It was a real long-shot that your parents would ever get it for you. Thoughts of, too big, too expensive, too unlikely for whatever reason, all crept into the common sense portion of your brain. Maybe you even allowed yourself to think you might not deserve it, yet you laid awake wondering if would be wrapped under the tree on Christmas morning. You probably day-dreamed about it at school and during the Homily on the Sunday’s preceding Christmas Mass.

Mine was the “Hop-a-Long Cassidy, full cowboy arm-fringed outfit, black with red piping, black hat, black boots, guns, black holsters, black tooled belt with silver buckle, red neck kerchief –  Marty Dehen Boypictured here.    “HIGH HO SILVER….AWAY!”, he would shout, every Saturday morning, taunting me with the William Tell Overture theme song. Lucky for me, I had an aunt who was a buyer for Donaldson’s Department Store, so I did get it and wore it until it was thread bare, even for our kindergarten class pictures. If you hope like a child it will be a greater pine than as an adult. Adult common sense will not be your friend for this exercise.

The HOPE bead is the promise of Christ’s second coming. Jesus didn’t have hope, He was hope. Hope is a lot more than a wish, although it has a somewhat “maybe” tone to the word. I try to keep the “maybe” part of it to not knowing the actual time and place of His return, rather than the “if” He returns. I know He’s coming and I HOPE it’s soon. I HOPE I’m ready. I HOPE I’m worthy. What’s your HOPE? Long for HOPE, like a child at Christmas.

THE BLIND FAITH – WOOSH

A carload of high school students are heading down the State Hwy. to a high school sporting event. Behind the wheel is a young girl, whose parents gave her permission to drive the family minivan. Piled inside are her best friends and classmates. The radio station tees up the song, “Call me Maybe” and the shotgun passenger rider cranks it up as the whole car starts to flail their arms and rock-out to the video on u-tube. The girl behind the wheel is a responsible young driver, but also likes the song. Her driver-side tire encroaches the double yellow line, but she remains in her lane as they all sing at the top of their lungs.

Up ahead is a county plow truck, heading back to the garage in the opposite direction of the girls’ van. He’s been out all day getting ready for an approaching weather system. His driver-side tires are also riding the yellow lines, as he squeezes the thermos bottle between his knees, unscrews the top and places the cup in the dash cup holder, He notices the approaching passenger van, drifting, but is confident they will stay in their lane while at the same time watches the road and adjusts over. He’s very experienced and is pouring a thermos cap full of the remaining coffee left inside the jug while at the same time glancing back and forth from the road to the cup holder.

The girls’ side mirror misses the plow by about a foot and a woosh sound is made as the two vehicles pass by one another. In comparison, it’s about the same distance from the mirror to the side of your garage door when you slowly pull the car into your garage at night, but this incidence both vehicles are traveling 60 mph. The impact would be equivalent to hitting a brick wall at 120mph. However, the plow driver kills his coffee, not the girls. (You didn’t really think I’m cold enough to have one of Past Grand Knight, Jim Grube’s County plows, nail a carload of kids, did you?) That “woosh” happens all day every day on every undivided state highway in the country, but our built in blind faith allows us to drive without a care in the world. “I’ll stay in my lane, he’ll stay in his… no problem”. You know, very well, there’s oncoming traffic, but you believe it to be other safe drivers. The distance between your two mirrors is usually a few feet. Now where did I put my cell phone charger?

The blind faith it takes to be a Christian is that simple, too. We don’t need to complicate teachings and parables and miracles. We just believe it all happens the way the Bible tells us. Woosh!

Woosh! How can the kids be graduating already? It was just September.

Woosh! How can they be going to college? They were just going to kindergarten.

A little bit of blind faith goes a long way. I think it was described as the size of a mustard seed is enough to get you to heaven.

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