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Earth to Catholics: It's Time To Change

June 25, 2015 Memorare Ministries
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While I normally steer away from controversial topics on this blog, I feel called to respond to the reaction to the Pope's new encyclical, "Laudato Si."  Blessings and peace to all!  

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For the past week, I have noted with interest and sadness the strong negative reaction of many Catholics to Pope Francis’ new encyclical, Laudato Si. Apparently, the Pope’s call to radical conversion, not only in how we treat the Earth, but also in how we deal with the economy and our fellow human beings, has made more than a few people smoking mad. It seems to have caused a particular uproar among those who classify themselves as “conservative,” leading to name calling and accusations that Pope Francis is a “socialist,” “leftist,” or even worse, the Anti-Pope.

Last week I wrote a blog entitled, “Why I Remain Catholic,” which centered primarily on the great gift of Christ in the Eucharist. There wasn’t enough space in that blog to elaborate on the second major reason that I remain Catholic, but now seems like an opportune time to expound upon that theme. The second reason I remain Catholic is the because of the authority of the Church, which was instituted by Christ for our salvation, our protection, and our good. What a breath of liberating, expansive air it was to discover and submit to the authority that Christ established on earth to speak and act in His stead—the Magisterium of the Catholic Church, over which Pope Francis presides.

In “Why I Remain Catholic,” I mentioned that when I was a Protestant, I witnessed two church splits and an ego-showdown between pastors, all in five short years. Some of this division was over doctrine, but much of it was over money, posturing and pride. I personally experienced the unhappy result of having no one who was ultimately in charge, as well as the anarchy to which it leads, as various people with varying opinions competed for dominance in the church. Difference of opinion? Start a new church. Another conflict? Split again. Tragically, this scenario plays itself out over and over again in the Protestant world, hence the vast multitude of denominations.

When I returned to the Catholic Church, it took me a while (okay, years!) to become inculcated in a new way of thinking. That “new way” included coming to believe that a higher authority exists than my own set of opinions, my own interpretation of the Bible, or even my pastor’s interpretation of the Bible, for that matter. It also involved accepting the idea that Jesus Himself established the Catholic Church and its governing hierarchy. The “new way” then involved placing myself under submission to this authority with humility and trust, a wildly radical change for me, not to mention a profoundly counter cultural maneuver. (I was famous for saying: “I’ll never place myself under the authority of some man," echoing the sentiments of our culture.)

Embracing this uniquely Catholic way of viewing reality grounded me in something so much bigger than myself, namely two thousand plus years of history, Tradition and doctrinal consistency, along with two millennia of papal leadership which continues to this day. While it may seem like blind stupidity to place oneself under the authority of the Church, untold thousands (maybe millions) of Catholic converts and “reverts” like me have found that it is precisely this leap of faith that, paradoxically, leads not to bondage, but to freedom, joy and peace. Submission and assent are part and parcel of what it means to be Catholic, both of which are sorely lacking in the attitudes of today's Catholic pundits who claim to know more than the Pope, and in fact, more than Holy Spirit, Who guided Pope Francis' election to the papacy.

But back to the Pope’s encyclical. While an encyclical is not an infallible teaching instrument, it should nonetheless be received with an attitude of reverence, respect and assent. Furthermore, a spirit of humility toward and trust in this exercise of the Pope’s teaching authority is called for and should be expected among Catholics, instead of open dissent against the Pope, his leadership and his guidance.

When did it become vogue for Catholics to challenge every word that comes forth from the Pope’s mouth, encouraging division, rancor, and outright defiance, instead of unity, obedience and just some plain old respect?  It seems that our family pundits have been formed more by Jerry Springer and shock T.V. than by Catholic spirituality, a chief mark of which is unity. And why are people so darn angry in the first place? In short, because Pope Francis is challenging us to change. To change our way of thinking and living and consuming for a return to the simplicity of the Gospel. To change the way we treat the world and its people by ceasing to regard them merely as objects of consumption. And to change the way we interact with nature that we may again realize that we are not its lords, but its stewards. The specifics of the encyclical you may find therein. But its message in no uncertain terms calls each and every one of us to conversion—and apparently that really stings.

It reminds me of the reaction the Pharisees had to the message of Jesus, for which they crucified the Lord. It calls to mind the reaction of King Herod to the message of John the Baptist, over which Herod cut off his head. The time has come for a renewal in the fundamental attitudinal disposition of the faithful—in those who claim to be Catholic and especially in those who claim to be more Catholic than the Pope. How can we expect to evangelize and transform the secular world when we refuse to be transformed ourselves?

So what’s the bottom line? It ain’t rocket science and it ain’t about climate change. Instead, it is rather pointedly about attitude change, about personal change, about heart change. 

Earth to Catholics. It’s time to change.

In Catholic Church, Church teaching, Faith, Holy Hope Blog

Is Christ My King?

November 27, 2014 Judy Klein
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“Jesus is the Lord of my life.” That was a common statement in the evangelical Christian church I attended 25 years ago, before I returned to the Catholic Church in 1988. Meditating on the Feast of Christ the King this past week, I wondered why Catholics don’t use that kind of language more often when we describe our relationship with Christ. After all, is making Jesus the Lord of one’s life only a Protestant concept?

Not according to Joseph Ratzinger, who says something very similar in his book of Advent sermons entitled, What It Means To Be A Christian:

Becoming a Christian…is just this: achieving a Copernican revolution and no longer seeing ourselves as the center of the universe, around which everything else must turn…instead of that we have begun to accept quite seriously that we are one of many among God’s creatures, all of which turn around God as their center.

My relationship with God is thus meant to cause a Copernican revolution in my life, where I awaken to the reality of a personal God and make Him the center of my universe, letting everything in my life orbit around Him. Such a revolution is called “faith,” which is not just an intellectual assent to articles of the Creed, but the full surrender of my entire self to the living God, including my mind, my will, and everything else in my life.

I underwent such a Copernican revolution in my early twenties, when I gave my life to Christ. But a recurring revolution occurs daily in my walk with God, as I offer my life and myself to Him and honestly examine what gods I am placing at the center of my world on any given day. So often, I fall prey to three “lords” that I must continually renounce: what I possess, what I can do and what people think of me.  Those are the gods this world prizes most, and, sadly, they are often the standard by which I measure both my own self worth and the value of others.

Thankfully, God’s ways are not our ways and His thoughts are not our thoughts (Is. 55:8). While the world around us screams: “You’re not enough, you don’t have enough, you don’t do enough,” God whispers, “You are My beloved child, on you My favor rests.” While the world encourages us to compete frantically to fit in, buy in and measure up, God says: “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest,” (Mt. 11:28).

I am increasingly aware of how tired I am of the world’s false measures, and how much I desire to be set free from the burden of carrying them. So I invite Jesus to come more deeply into my being, asking that more of His love inhabit my small temple. This process of ongoing conversion—a conscious, constant Christ uprising—turns me away from false gods toward the living God, who is Love. It places the one, true Lord on the throne of my heart, where He is anxious to lay His crown.

Interestingly, the word conversion, which means the change of a measuring system, also means changing one’s beliefs. Maybe that’s because our beliefs change when we change our measuring system. Conversion is a “radical reorientation of our lives toward God.”*  It recalibrates our entire understanding of reality, changing our measuring system from the world’s stifling scales to the infinite expanse of God's love, which knows no bounds. When that happens, I trust that my significance and meaning lies in God’s love for me and not in any manmade gauge of performance.

So let us ask today: Is Jesus the Lord of my life? Is He is the center of my life, around which everything turns and by which everything else is measured?   To live in such a stance is what it means to be a Christian.  To live in an opposing posture makes us a slave to the world's tyranny.  It's one or the other.

Let us pray:

Lord Jesus Christ, I surrender my life to you and I place my mind, my will, my heart and everything in my life under your Kingship and your authority. I give myself to you and ask you to take possession of me. Change me, that I may live in the truth of your love and reflect that love in our broken world. Thank you Lord for your love, mercy and kindness. Amen.

*Catechism of the Catholic Church, Glossary

 

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No Means No, Mama!

October 23, 2014 Judy Klein
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My fifteen-year-old son Benjamin and I were laughing out loud the other day about something my grandson John-Henry did last Thanksgiving. A group of us, including then-two-year-old John-Henry and his mother, Gaby, were walking down a steep hill in the South Carolina mountains. John-Henry, being so two, began charging down the hill with reckless abandon. Meanwhile, I could hear his mother’s voice behind him repeating the mantra: “Don’t run, John-Henry…don’t run!”

All at once the little rascal turned backwards toward his mother with his index finger pointed right at her, and yelled: “No means no, Mama!” No sooner had those words escaped his mouth than he tripped and wiped out on the hill, tumbling face first onto the hard ground. Thankfully, he sustained only minor injuries, and we all laughed heartily at John-Henry’s clear mimicking of his mother’s voice saying “no means no” as he ran headlong into open dissent.

I’ve thought a lot about that incident since then, because it reminds me so much of my own relationship with God. Growing up in the seventies sandpit of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll, I considered the word “no” a nuisance and proceeded to do whatever I wished. A four-year stint at a freewheeling Catholic college, where kegs of beer and Zen Buddhism were served up generously, didn’t help matters much. By the time I graduated, I had declared God dead, and screaming “no means no!” while running my own way had become a habit. I finally landed flat on my face, perfectly miserable.

That’s when I found Christ—or I should say Christ found me—in an evangelical Christian church. I discovered that, yes, Virginia, there is a God, and I recalibrated my life to that Reality.   I quickly figured out that if I wanted to find happiness, then learning to say “yes” to God needed to become the foremost goal of my life. Five years into my conversion, I thought I had done a decent job of meeting that objective.

It was then that I returned to the Catholic Church—and fully realized that a robust “no” was still alive inside of me. Though I reentered the Church because of my belief in the Eucharist, I wasn’t the least bit interested in the rest of the “stuff” the Catholic Church proposed, especially her “laws” and “rules” concerning the moral life.

“I will never confess my sins to a man!” I pontificated to a friend. “And how dare the Church try to tell me what to do with my sex life!” I declared in defiance of the Church’s prohibition of contraception.   “No means no, Mama!” I said as I did what I wanted.

I was stopped dead in my tracks when I learned that the contraceptive pill I was taking acted secondarily as an abortifacient, and that I may have been unknowingly aborting my children for years. As a staunchly pro-life woman, I was stunned and grieved by this revelation, and it turned me around on a dime.

Long story short, God mercifully dismantled my disobedience to the Church’s teachings, and I ultimately became a moral theologian and teacher of the faith. As such, I have taken great joy in communicating the Church’s teachings to others, and in demonstrating that God’s laws, articulated through the Church’s living voice, are not meant to restrict our pleasure, but to protect us from harm. When the Church tells us “no means no,” it’s because we risk running headlong into danger—not because she wishes to put a damper on our fun. The Church’s laws, including its prohibitions, reflect her tender, loving protection for her children, much like Gaby with John-Henry.

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It is with heartfelt gratitude that I recall these things the day after the first-ever liturgical celebration of the feast day of St. John Paul II—which happens to be the same day on which John-Henry was baptized. As Pope, John Paul II issued the groundbreaking encyclical The Splendor of Truth, which articulated the Church’s moral teaching with such clarity and beauty that I wept my way through the entire encyclical. It was a healing balm on the wound of my convoluted college experience that left me confused and conformed not to Christ, but to a soul-damaging, godless worldview.

I can honestly say that the greatest day of my life, next to the day that I surrendered myself to Christ, is the day that I finally said a resounding “yes” to all that the Church proposes—even though I did not yet fully understand her ways.   Far from finding a bitter, controlling old lady, I found a fresh young Bride, a life-giving Mother and a wise, trustworthy Teacher. She has led me by the hand to true love and authentic happiness, just what I was searching for all along.

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