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Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

The reality of God

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

July 2, 2001

In her book, Guidelines for Mystical Prayer, Ruth Burrows makes an interesting comment on Th‚rŠse of Lisieux. Looking at photographs of her, Burrows points that there is a quality of separateness, of being alone, that Th‚rŠse's face always exhibits, even when she is in a group. Something always set her apart, even though she was a very sociable person.

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Pitfalls of liberalism and conservatism

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

June 25, 2001

Speaking to a group of theologians in Chicago recently, Cardinal Francis George offered this critique: "Liberal Catholicism is inadequate in fostering the joyful self-surrender called for in Christian marriage, in consecrated life, in the ordained priesthood, even in discipleship itself. . . . A sociological theory that defines the central value as autonomy is only with great difficulty able to hear a doctrinal or Gospel call to surrender."

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God is best found in community

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

June 18, 2001

Some years ago I attended a symposium on religious experience. A variety of speakers made presentations on how they tried to experience God. One woman, a professor of religious studies, shared how she spent nearly three hours each day meditating, using a strict method for centring prayer. She went on to say that, during those periods of prayer, she sometimes felt God's presence intensely.

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Acts of creativity save us from insanity

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

June 11, 2001

In his recent novel, Anil's Ghost, Michael Ondaatje creates a character named Ananda. Ananda's wife had been brutally murdered in the civil war in Sri Lanka and Ananda is trying to save himself from insanity and suicide in the face of this. His refuge? His tonic? Art, creativity, building something.

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Tiny human forces can change the world

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

June 4, 2001

"I am done with great things and big plans, great institutions and big success. I am for those tiny, invisible loving human forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, which, if given time, will rend the hardest monument of pride."

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Killing in the name of all that is good

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

May 21, 2001

In his masterful book, Violence Unveiled, Gil Bailie picks up on a passage from the diaries of Captain Cooke. Cooke had landed on one of the Polynesian Islands and befriended the chief there. One day the chief took him to a ceremony where a man was killed on an altar as a sacrifice to the gods.

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Praying the Liturgy of the Hours

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

May 14, 2001

One thing asked of us by adulthood itself, and more especially by our Baptism, is that we pray for others. Like the high priests of old, we need to offer up prayers daily for the whole world. Indeed we are all priests, ordained by the sacred oils of Baptism and consecrated by the archetypal burdens that have given us wrinkles and grey hair.

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The bosom of God is not a ghetto

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

May 7, 2001

"The bosom of God is not a ghetto." Nikos Kazantsakis wrote those words and went on to suggest that, too often, our own hearts do not mirror that inclusiveness. God's loyalties are wide while ours are narrow.

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We never quite make it to Emmaus

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

April 30, 2001

Every dream eventually gets crucified. How? By time, circumstance, jealousy and that curious, perverse dictate, somehow innate in the order of things, that insures that there is always someone or something that cannot leave well enough alone, but, for reasons of its own, must hunt down and strike what is good.

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Keeping vigil as we await new meaning

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

April 16, 2001

In her novel, The Underpainter, Jane Urquhart describes a painful time in the life of a woman named Sara.

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