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Roman Catholic Church

January 25th, 2010

Politics and Religion are taboo topics of conversation in most social settings. But deep within the fabric of my heart, spirit and soul, I desire to share with you—that I am Catholic. The dichotomy of internal dialogue begins to tear at my heart, brewing intense self-scrutiny. (Don’t forget, I am a consecrated Catholic with a 27-year commitment…and counting.) I can neither defend nor justify the evil actions of members of the ecclesial body of the Catholic Church, or explain the mystery of its better half—sanctity. Personally, I have experienced the heinous and bigoted transgressions of members of my Church, along with the blessings, love and compassion from its very life force.

The Catholic Church is composed of two elements: the human and the divine. The Divine nature of the Catholic Church is the source of all goodness, compassion, knowledge, wisdom and understanding, etc. However, when the human side attempts to interpret the Divine—“perfect love” becomes prey to the personality and potential whim of the individual(s). Regardless, the source of this perfection remains unchanged. Yes, the Church is governed by laws, particularly the law to ‘love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul and strength; and your neighbor as yourself’. The ideal, in the hands of mortals is an aspiration, not an accomplishment. However, for those of us laboring in the trenches holding onto God’s inspiration with every breath, we do the best we can, accompanied by our flawed nature that is “weaker than the spirit”. I am in love with the very existence that heals me as it wounds me.

Recognizing Economy

December 21st, 2009

Brewery…Skin Technology…what’s up with this Brother? This is the immediate dialogue flogging my wits, as the thoughts swirl…“what will people think”?

I come from a modest family lifestyle. When our means were meager, it was common practice in our household to give—out of our need—not our excess. Somehow, in the development of awareness and perception, at an early age I recognized economy—the difference between wants and needs. In time, economic patterns and trends slowly wandered into my philosophizing and theorizing. (Due to health issues as a child, I was alone much of the time.) I am referring to my life between the ages of 6 and 16. As a child and adolescent, I was occupied with the movement of my heart and spirit in relation to the world around me. I was extremely sensitive to war veterans, POW’s, the homeless and the starving—praying and wondering how ‘they’ survive the emotional, physical and spiritual trauma. Perhaps my sensitivities developed through my father’s love for war movies and seeing Sally Struthers’ TV commercials requesting donations.

Eventually, through personal and historical circumstances, I recognized the only commerce that was barely affected by economic crisis were alcohol, cosmetics and energy, i.e., oil, gas, electricity, etc.

Attempting to follow my heart, spirit and God, I pursued the brewery idea (and we know what happened there), but stumbled upon the “Wind Project” and the “Adenosine Skin Technology”. Through my eyes, these projects were gifts from God and a means to serve others.

The Beginning

December 7th, 2009

BrDThis is my first blog and I liken the initial angst to giving birth to a baby (according to my mother’s stories). My baby girl has not entered the birth canal and I am already concerned about her first day of school, first date (I dust for finger prints!), college, and the fiancé who may not be good enough.

Daunting and exhilarating seem to capture a part of the equation.  The story spans years of dreams, aspirations and obstacles—culminating to the tangible, extraordinary and more obstacles.  In hindsight, the obstacles end up being stepping-stones to spiritual, emotional and physical maturity (getting older has its perks).

What does a consecrated Brother living a monastic Carmelite tradition (monk) have in common with a wrinkle cream: Easeamine?  The answer: the marriage of spirituality and a deep-seated desire to serve the needs of the poor and marginalized, particularly through education.

Due to one of life’s gifts disguised as an obstacle, I can imagine the critics jabbing at the inconvenient dichotomy: monk—wrinkle cream, who is he kidding!  However, in the back of my mind is the old adage: truth is stranger than fiction.  Anyone attempting to live an honest, sincere and personally generous way of life, will recognize the viability of such a phrase.

In order to jumpstart the past into the present, I will use an outline of key events that brought me to the keyboard, and elaborate as I my fingers continue to do the talking.