I came across an anecdote about my Jesuit hero and inspiration: Walter Ciszek, today. Apparently there was a person who was rather prominent at St. Michael's Russian Greek Catholic Church where Walter ministered in his later days. This man alienated the entire congregation by...
Getting a sex change operation--the spouse left with their children & the entire parish (priests included) refused to speak with the person out of disgust and shock. The only member of the Church to visit the person in the hospital was Walter Ciszek: he anointed and visited them.
Because of his renown, the person was accepted back into the community because nobody dared to cross a living saint. Even though he was rather conservative and had so totally taken to the Russian way of life that he couldn't fully return from it, he was a pastor and priest for...
All God's people first: wherever he found them in need. From the gulag to the post-op bed; from the torture of slave labor to the torture of social ostracism: if they needed the loving touch of God, Walter was there. Some of y'all self appointed internet prophets pretend like...
the Holy Spirit has commissioned you to cut and pasteChurch teaching from the catechism, totally out of context both within our own tradition and out of the context of an actual-loving-relationship with actual-real-living human beings, and pat yourselves on the back for doing...
A 'spiritual work of mercy'. What we don't realize is that often we do the exact opposite. Correction and teaching is INDEED an act of mercy, but it's only merciful when: 1. We have the authority to do so, 2. we are correct in what we do. Unsolicited, mean-spirited dogmatics...
Are apt for misinterpretation and misapplication... Even correction from a person that we love and that we know cares for us STINGS, let alone some total stranger on the internet who has no authority to judge us.
Like Phillip the Deacon ran after the Eunuch...
Walter ran out to make all God's children know their worth. This is what true Christian love and outreach looks like. Yes, when opportunity arises, within the context of love-hard questions/discussions arise-but we teach the truth more by living it than by speaking it...
And the goodness of our lives and authenticity of our love gives weight to difficult conversations on any range of topics concerning Christian life when they do arise. Walter loved first, may we do likewise! Walter Ciszek, Phillip the Deacon & Holy Ethiopian Eunuch, pray for us!
{This story is recounted in a wonderful book which compiles a lot of Ciszek's talks, notes, rough drafts, and letters: With God in America, compiled by Jon DeJak and Marc Lindeijer SJ (Loyola Press: 2016) p. 72. I recommend that y'all read the entire book... it's wonderful}

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