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  Reflection on the Death (Transitus) of St. Francis. Offered at Our Lady of the Woods chapel at Bellarmine University on October 2, 2014.  Readings: https://www.franciscanpenancelibrary.com/transitus-of-saint-francis I have come to know St. Francis through the Franciscans here at Bellarmine and through reading about his life.   I would like to share some of the lessons that I have learned about his life and death. St. Francis teaches us how to die well.   If you were able to able to the Campus Ministry office today, you received a pot filled with Brother or Sister Plant.   This afternoon in the quad, the friars blessed our pets, which we call, “Brother Dog,” “Sister Cat,” or if you are my wife, “Sister Hermit Crab.”   This evening, as our prayer began, perhaps you noticed Sister Moon glowing down at us.   St. Francis praised God through all of these creatures and creations of God. Tonight we also recognize and commemorate the one that he ca...

  Good morning, class of 2023.   You have just heard two readings from the Bible and I am going to give a short reflection on them.   The first reading was about God creating a new thing; the second about Jesus calling new disciples to follow Him.   This year, you will be taking a theology class about the Bible and one idea that you will be hearing is this: the Bible is addressed to each of us here today, not just to the original audience two or three thousand years ago.     So, when we hear God saying, “behold, I am making something new” in that first passage, what He is talking about is you!   You are becoming something new today, with you choices and with God’s help.   You are becoming a high school student and more specifically, a Mercy girl.   You are beginning a new journey in your life and a process of becoming a new person.   What is a Mercy girl? I suspect you have already begun to form an idea through your experiences here...

Every morning at 5:30AM (and at a slightly more merciful 7:15AM on Sundays), the Benedictine monks of St. Meinrad rise from their beds, gather together in their common prayer space, and begin to pray.  They have not spoken since 10PM the previous evening, making their first words of the day significant. Their leader speaks a line from Psalm 51: “O Lord, open my lips.”  His brothers respond in unison, “…and my mouth will proclaim your praise.”     This June, I spent five days at St Meinrad, a monastery nestled in rural southern Indiana taking a class on Benedictine spirituality with Fr. Brendan Moss, OSB, a monk of the house.  Along with nine other lay Catholics, I kept the liturgy of the hours, prayed lectio divina (an ancient form of reflection on Scripture), lived and ate in community, attended class, and practiced so-called “holy leisure.”  Of all the elements of our full days, I found rising early to pray to be the most challenging.  Getting...

On the Hill , St. Meinrad School of Theology's alumni magazine.  Winter 2013.   https://www.yumpu.com/en/document/read/25956083/winter-2013-saint-meinrad-seminary-and-school-of-theology

Reflection for Nanny’s funeral  Monday, January 14, 2013 Thank you all for coming today.  My name is Ned Berghausen, and Barbara Cassidy was my grandmother.  I am the oldest of her ten grandchildren.  I am sure she would have been overjoyed to see you all here today.  She always loved and thrived on social occasions, and the more people together, the better.  I know she would have especially loved to have seen all her family together.  The last time we were all in one place was for her and my grandfather’s 50 th anniversary.  Their marriage and relationship was such a strong bond, that we all have all looked to them as an example of married life.  As someone who is recently married, I have really come to appreciate their example and witness of a faith-filled marriage.  For their 50 th anniversary in 2005, the whole family went on a cruise together.  At the time, I was serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Bangladesh, and the...

 A Mystagogia, 2010  The most terrifying words ever spoken are these: Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return. You are going to die. Perhaps not tomorrow, perhaps not next year, but as sure as you were born, so too will you die. We all enter the wasteland, the place where death shows us fear in a handful of dust.   And the astonishing thing is that we take that handful of dust, mix it with oil, and mark upon our foreheads the symbol of an appalling murder. Like the woman who anointed Christ in Bethany, we are preparing ourselves for our own burial. We are walking with eyes open to Golgotha, the place of skulls, to be crucified.   We return from the dark place in the ground from which we sprang. God crafted the human from the mire and the muck of the earth, fingers deep in soil, shaping it like a clay putty doll. This manikin the Creator called ha-Adam—not a name, but a moniker meaning creature of the dust, mudman, dirtclod, ash heap.   The ...

Thanksgiving Prayer Service Reflection at Mercy Academy during an all school prayer service in the gym.  This is the first "lay reflection" I ever gave.   Offered on Nov 25, 2008. https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/112819-thanksgiving.cfm Good morning, Mercy, and an early Happy Thanksgiving to you.    I have had the great fortune over the last 7 years to celebrate Thanksgiving in many different places and in many different circumstances around the world.   In fact, looking back at this period in my life, I realized that I haven’t spent a turkey day in the same place two years in a row.   Some of my Thanksgivings past have been pretty glamorous, and I’ll start by sharing some of those with you: In 2001, I was on a train to the Artic Circle in Finland for a weekend of skiing, saunas, hiking in winter wonderlands, and visiting Santa Claus’ “real” home in the North Pole.   That’s right, I got to meet Santa, his reindeer, the elves… the works...