Taking him to a very high mountain, the devil
showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendour. ‘I will give you
all these’, he said, ‘if you fall at my feet and worship me.’ Then Jesus
replied, ‘Be off, Satan! For scripture says:
You must worship the Lord your God, and serve him alone.’
Matthew
4:8 - 10
'Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power
corrupts absolutely' wrote Lord Acton in one of
his pithy, well-quoted axioms. The context may well have been the absolute
monarchies of continental Europe, but there are more than sufficient contemporary
examples: Mugabe of Zimbabwe, Kim Jong-Il of North Korea, Bashar al-Assad of
Syria, perhaps Vladimir Putin of Russia. But to a greater or lesser degree
there are those in every community, even of our western democracies, for whom
the pursuit of power over others is their primary driving force. It happens in
an office, workshop, factory, restaurant, fishing boat or indeed - a family - near
you.
We
all have our temptations. Yet there is a very thin line between achieving your
best and doing so by disadvantaging others. Acquiring wealth, fame,
qualifications, particular relationships are put forward as goals to be
achieved if you value success for yourself or for your children. And yet,
claiming them aggressively and selfishly succumbs to four of the seven deadly
sins: pride, lust, envy and greed. What each of these deadly sins has in common
in the misuse of power. The autocrats mentioned above all began small and by
luck, birth, opportunity, alliances, strength of personality and often, great
intelligence, they forged their power blocs.
Jesus,
in every possible way, presents a model of leadership and life that totally and
utterly contradicts what the world proposes: it is a life of service,
powerlessness, poverty, generosity, fellowship, compassion, healing, hope,
renewal, forgiveness, gratefulness, grace and mercy. In order that his own life
is lived to the full, Jesus freely gives of his own life.
If
I were to emulate Jesus in my daily
life, how would I navigate that thin line - is it greed to want to prepare
adequately for a long retirement? How many degrees do I need to do my job
efficiently and effectively? Do I use my relationships for my own ends? Do I
choose tourist destinations where the local inhabitants are not patronised and
economically enslaved? Do I avoid buying products that are the result of animal
cruelty, created from unrenewable resources, made by child labour?
We
stand on that same mountain as Jesus and we face the temptations he faced. Is
the world a more complex place than Palestine in the first century AD? Maybe. Maybe
not. The Gospels reveal a highly sophisticated religious society under Roman
overlords. There are spies abroad. There are rebels (Zealots), terrorists
(sicarii), Pharisees and Sadducees. Such countries still exist.
You
and I may not carry the weight of the world on our every decision, but we must
accept that we do carry a responsibility to choose well. We must never allow
our classrooms or schools to become places where the exercise of power is for
personal gain. When we see it misused, be aware that silence is a decision. Choose
good. Choose Jesus.
Peter
Douglas
Fr. James Martin: Hate confession?
Here’s why you should reconsider.
I have a Catholic friend who hates confession. I am not
going to break any confidences, but my friend despises confession so much that
he hasn’t gone for a decade. He has offered several reasons why he doesn’t go
to what is formally called the sacrament of reconciliation. He is afraid that
his sins are now too much to confess all at once; he is frightened of what the
priest might say (he’s had a few bad experiences); and he is too busy.
My friend is not the only person I’ve met who feels this
way. Several years ago, while directing a retreat, I met a woman who said that
she hadn’t gone for 20 years. Her reason was also an unpleasant experience with
a priest during the sacrament. As I recall, he berated her for not coming in
more frequently.
In response, I asked her: “If you had a bad experience with
a physician, would you would never see a physician again?” However, even after
we talked about her experiences, she was hesitant to return. Our spiritual
direction session was brief, and by the time our 20 minutes was up it was time
for another retreatant. So, I have no idea if she ever returned to the
confessional.
Sometimes I feel nearly tongue-tied in these situations. Not
because I judge people in these situations to be bad Catholics, or because I
don’t know any helpful responses to these common roadblocks. Rather, it’s
because I go to confession frequently. Very frequently. And I like it.
Admittedly, it’s easier for me to do when I live in a house
filled with priests, and especially when my spiritual director is a member of
my community. If I ever feel burdened by sin, or even a sin, all I need to do
is knock on someone’s door and ask.
On the other hand, it’s arguably harder, since these are men
with whom I live and, in many instances, work. After confessing your sins to
someone, you may see the fellow at breakfast the next morning. Or at an
editorial meeting. But that has never bothered me, because I figure that anyone
who lives or works with me already knows I am not perfect.
I often ponder what makes me more inclined to go than the
people I mentioned. I am certainly not any holier than anyone else—not by a
long shot. It’s not that I have fewer sins.
Maybe it’s the frequency. I go to confession once a month,
if not more. I’m used to it. Consequently, it ceases to hold any conceivable
fear. Something like a person who has a fear of flying taking 50 flights in one
year, and then suddenly realizing that he’s comfortable on a plane. He knows
there will inevitably be turbulence and can say, “I’m used to this. And it is
not as bad as I thought it would be.”
Sometimes I tell skittish Catholics how wonderful it feels
to be honest with God in the sacrament. The old argument against confession
that you can always tell God your sins is a good one. Of course you can. But
often you don’t. Moreover, it helps to verbalize your sins with another person.
And hearing the words of absolution, viva voce, is a lot more powerful than
intuiting them in prayer. At least for me.
My comfort level may also stem from experiences with
confession from the other side. When hearing confessions, and offering
absolution, I can see how people feel unburdened. They exhale. They relax. They
smile. And I can feel how grateful they are to be forgiven for something they
thought was unforgivable. All that makes confession precious to me.
But mainly I like the way I feel afterward, as if God had
given me another chance—which, of course, God has. And no matter if I’m hearing
confessions or going to confession, I always think of what my theology
professor, Peter Fink, S.J., told our class, “Confession isn’t about how bad
you are, but how good God is.”
I
wish I could invite everyone who has stayed away to come back. And for returnees,
I hope you hear some form of what I say to people who haven’t been to
confession for years: “Welcome back.”
This article also appeared in print, under the headline
"Hate confession? Here’s why you should reconsider," in the 6 March
2017 issue of America. Click here.