So now what? That’s the question Sarah R. poses for us as we wrap up the summer-long study of Forming Intentional Disciples.  You read this book.  Is it going to change anything?

In answer, here’s my timeline:

2012 – People keep telling me I need to read this book.  But wait.  Book budget blown.

Fall 2012 – Acquire book via Catholic Company review program.  Yay.

Jan 2012 – Write book review.  Yep.  It was that good.

Meanwhile . . . Fall 2012: Friend across town has been steadfastly organizing Little Flowers Lite one Sunday a month.  Handful of Catholic moms hanging out in the living room while girls learn a virtue and do a craft in the dining room.  Yay faithful friend.

More Fall 2012: Neophyte Dads Who Don’t Know Better do the Good Married Man thing and turn out with ladies for LFL.  Bored.  Feeling like third wheel.

More Fall 2012: It’s our turn to host LFL.  SuperHusband is making his escape, when Neophyte Dads show up, observe Mr. Boy preparing for AirSoft battle with neighborhood hooligans friends. Mr. Boy gamely provides training and opportunities to suffer.  Neophyte Dads get grass stains all over good church clothes.  –> “Stinging Nettles”, the testosterone wing of Little Flowers Lite is born.  Boys and Dads suddenly very gung ho about spiritual development of little girls.

Spring 2013: Monthly Sunday afternoon get-together of Catholic families => tiny stable Catholic community.  Dads start doing crazy stuff like leading everyone in a Rosary before pot-luck supper.

More Spring 2013: Celebrity Internet Priest gives inspiring talk about What’s Killing American Catholicism.  SuperHusband listens to wife talk about talk.  Nods vigorously.  Says, “E-mail Internet Priest.  Our friends need to hear this.”  Internet priest replies*, “Your friends need to read this book. You may have heard of it.  Forming Intentional Disciples.”

May 2013: Jen mentions in e-mail to Sarah R. that forming book club is on now on to-do list.  Sarah R. decides the whole internet should join in.  Persuades Lisa H. at CatholicMom.com to be the host site.  OSV happy, very accomodating.

June 2013: Real life book club forms.  Invite a combination of LFL / Stinging Nettles Families and a few other likely candidates from parish and around town.

Meanwhile . . . May 2013, Homeschooling Moms get together to look at favorite text books, get ideas for coming school year.  Friend from LFL/SN shows Jen program Jen wants to try.  Jen knows she is too undisciplined to succeed on own.  Says, “Could we maybe form a teeny-tiny co-op to meet every other week as we start the new chapter?  Just enough to keep me honest?”  Friend hesitates.  She’s really quite busy.  Jen makes puppy eyes.  Friend says she’ll think about it.**

Early June: Handful of Homeschool moms meet at home of hesitant friend to get ideas for a co-op.  Massive list of desired classes emerges.  Pray for host parish to appear out of nowhere.  Because there’s no Mass at the public library.

Middle of June: Jen phones Fr. Excellent, asks if maybe he’d consider perhaps possibly one day if it’s okay letting parish form homeschooling support group at parish.  Fr. Excellent replies, “Don’t need to think about it.  Yes.  Go ahead.”

End of June:  First real-life book club meeting for FID.  One or two have read book or started to read book.  Some have vaguely skimmed study guide.  All get into lively discussion about WKAC.***  Decide to meet again, maybe even read book.

Beginning of July: Second real-life book club meeting for FID.  A few more have read more pages.  All agree need for evangelization is pressing.  Conclusion: Wait a minute.  Can’t really help others develop personal relationship with Jesus until my own is in half-decent shape.  Determine that next meeting we should ditch book — goal accomplished — and go straight to becoming a discipleship group for ourselves.

Middle of July: Homeschool Moms meet to finalize proposed plans for co-op / support group.

More Middle of July: Pray Fr. Excellent will approve proposal.

More Middle of July: Fr. Excellent approves proposal in world’s shortest meeting, goes straight to helping us book rooms.

End of July: First discipleship meeting.  Launch theme of loving the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind & strength, and neighbor as self.  Because: Easy. Haha.  SuperHusband displays his superness by preparing massive study for testosterone wing: Men and teen boys meet on screen porch, spend two hours studying theme of “love” in Scripture and in Deus Caritas Est. Ladies teach kids first few lines of the Latin Gloria, just ’cause, then do coloring sheet, chat and have snacks.  Jen pleased with split format, allows SuperHusband to do research, Jen to borrow notes for ladies’ meeting following session.

August: The Month of Crazy.  And yes, thank your prayers, the kick-off lunch for co-op went well.  Catholic School folks turned out, and I really really like what I learned.  What they are doing totally complements what we are doing.  Thrilled to have established a means to channel young families towards the school.

Meanwhile, completely separately: Youth Ministry volunteer couple, now parents of several young children, realize parish needs ministry to young families.  Starts hosting monthly event.

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So where are we at the start of September?  

It’s beginning to look a lot like those multiple overlapping opportunities for finding  a small group within the parish.  We’ve got:

• A parish ministry to young families meeting once a month, thank you leaders for seeing that need and running with it.  Which gives us an easy invite for new faces on the playground after Mass on Sunday.
• The home-based family discipleship group, involving a mix of families from around town, with plans to meet twice a month.  Format put together for adults, teens, boys & girls so that everyone gets some study and some fun.
• Homeschooling co-op on Fridays doing a combination of academics and spiritual extras (Benediction, Mass, apologetics for kids, Latin/English chorus, Catholic memory work stuff) that fills some needs parents were asking for.
• Preschool co-op every other week, using the curriculum from Catholic Icing, actively inviting parents of young children from the parish to get involved.
• Local Catholic school at neighboring parish offering flexible half-day and 3x/week preschool options for parents who need more than the co-op, less than a full-day five days a week program.  And more-n-more scholarships for Catholic families who want K-8 Catholic education.  If we hadn’t asked, we wouldn’t have known.

Do you understand how magnificent it is, to be able to say to someone you meet on the playground, “You might be interested in . . . ” and have a place to send them?  Our parish was already doing good stuff. The usual complement of ministries – RCIA, religious ed, Legion of Mary, St. Vincent de Paul — you name it, doing things that need to be done, and giving folks an outlet for this or that part of the Christian life.  But what has arisen over the summer fills some gaps.  We had a big hole in the “parent of young children” department, and no way for our existing ministries to meet that need.

All these things are small.  We’re talking a handful of families here or there.  That’s how it should be.  You can’t know 15,000 people well. You can’t listen to 15,000 people talk about what’s going in their life, or ask a burning question, or vent about this or that frustration in the Christian life.  Lord help our priests, you can’t in 10 minutes on a Sunday say the one thing that all 15,000 people need to hear and know about in order to take their next step in building their relationship with the Lord.  You can’t hear 15,000 confessions, or dispense sufficient pastoral ministry in the handshake line after Mass.  It’s too much.

Sherry Weddell shares stern words about the Eucharist as the “source and summit” of the Christian life.

How does lay-run discipleship — the multiple overlapping opportunties — fit into this?

(A) Eucharist is the wellspring from which we ordinary lay Catholics draw our everything.  That gives us the ability to create our little bits of lay discipleship about the parish.

(B) The Eucharist draws in people thirsty to God, like the sound of running water.  A lot of times, people don’t even know why they’ve walked in the doors of the local parish.  But they have.  And you show them: Drink.  They taste and they want more.

(C) Multiple overlapping opportunities for getting involved in small communities = chance to drink deeply of the Christian life.  And make that climb towards the summit of Christian life . . .

(D) Which is the Eucharist.  Foretaste of Heaven.

–> Where does Fr. Excellent and all those other sacraments fit in?  If the Eucharist is the source and summit of the spiritual hike towards Heaven, the other sacraments are the outfitters, trail head, ranger station, and EMS.  Or whatever you like.  Fill out your analogy.

Fr. Excellent brings the Jesus.  The rest of us layfolk have the mission of getting ourselves to the Jesus.

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So that’s my change report.  Get the souls to the Jesus.  Doesn’t happen in a big giant talk.  It happens soul by soul, in these small initiatives that meet the particular needs of the particular souls who’ve walked through the parish doors. Favorite part:

No matter what our particular charism, doing our individual parts to bring the Lord to others is the one thing that’s going to get our own souls ready for Heaven.

Sheesh that’s a marvelous system.

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*Not exact words.

**Not strictly sure whether Jen made puppy eyes.  But something similarly desperate.

*** WKAC = What’s Killing American Catholicism.

 

I’m late to the game this week, but the topic is a big one: “Expect Conversion”.

Throughout the book, Sherry Weddell keeps mentioning the one thing so easily overlooked: God isn’t just a Person . . . He’s a Person Who Does Stuff.  With Humans.  He shows up and does His part.

One of the offshoots of faithy-ism is a tendency to act as if God is off in a distant bleacher somewhere, wanting us to put on this or that great ministry program, so He can wave and cheer and go grab Himself another beer at halftime.  Which is why when the SuperHusband and I hosted a local book club for Forming Intentional Disciples, we were pretty alarmed when people kept coming back to our house for another round.  And we kinda cheated — we started with people who were already gung-ho Catholic types.  Still, it surprised.

Turns out God’s interested in this whole “evangelization” thing.  Like it was His idea or something.

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When people complain about asking the saints for help, or complain that Catholics take this free will thing a little too far, I pull out the analogy — not strictly speaking an analogy — of the four year old helping Mom in the kitchen.  It’s not that God couldn’t bake the brownies without us, it’s that it pleases Him to let us measure the cocoa and mix the batter. And that it’s important enough for our own good that we turn out and do our part, however messy and incompetent and desperate for His watchful attention — that He’ll wait until we’re ready to put down the Barbies and get to work.

Working with God is part of our education as adopted children — recall we are not angels-in-training (as if that weren’t a big enough destiny) — but in fact co-heirs with Christ.  Thus it’s important we learn the family business.

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What’s weird is that God will let us play with our fake food in the play kitchen for a mighty long time.  Allow me to be very blunt: Mandatory “volunteering”, signed bulletins as proof of Mass attendance . . . all these managerial fixes to the glitches in our sacrament mill system . . . they are symptoms of a very serious problem.  They are symptoms that we’ve turned our parish religious education programs into a cotillion.

Well, cotillion is a popular thing, and Catholic cotillion is a bargain compared to the Junior League.  And plus of course there’s the part about how people really do desperately want to know, love, and serve God, so your program is going to draw comers, even if those comers have no idea what they are really asking for.

But if you’ve got piles of students churning through the program, and they’ll even come to Mass if you threaten them with missing their debut . . . you’re playing with fake food.

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Fake food is easier than real food.  It doesn’t smush.  Doesn’t sour.  Doesn’t fall apart because you overbeat it.   It’s plastic and you can’t live on it, but it looks good.

Real food is not as impressive-looking as fake food.  It takes longer to prepare, and it never looks as good as that shellacked foam burger-style sculpture thing in the picture on the menu.

Real discipleship is more work.  The results are not so predictable, because it’s humans using their free will to build a relationship worked out over time, and with all kinds of back story complicating that relationship.  But it’s Mom in the kitchen making real brownies, even if they do end up with 4-year-old finger prints and all the pink sprinkles in one corner of the batch.

Because God never brings fake food to the party.  And He is a party God, no two ways about it.  Kingdom of Heaven = Party, the parables remind us.  So you say, “Lord, I wanna work in your kitchen with You.”  And He’s gonna show up.  And start baking.  So plan for that.

I’m going to plead dubious hotel internet, and skip last week and move straight to session 12, “Personally Encountering Jesus in His Church”.

The topic is . . . What are your spiritual gifts, and how can you make yourself useful for a change?

Here’s what I’m noticing lately: There are certain things that I do that cause me to completely forget myself.  I become utterly unaware of Jennifer, and just go into this mode where I’m doing my thing, and it works, and I’m not conscious of any effort.  It just happens.  I forget to eat (not my ordinary state), I forget I haven’t had any coffee (not my ordinary state) . . . I forget everything.  And just do that thing.  I’m 100% present in the task.

If you come to my house you will quickly discover I do not have the Gift of Housekeeping.  And I have to work very very hard to remember to offer you a drink.  I’ll just forget.  I enjoy having guests, but I’m no good at it.  Not my gift.  By way of contrast, I have some good friends at my parish, and they do have that gift.  I walked into their little rental place, and in the first twenty minutes I knew that (a) this couple has the gift of hospitality and that (b) my one friend was going to have to drop dead before I’d ever let her off our ministry’s hospitality committee. (And then, only reluctantly.)  It was a useful follow-up to reading the discipleship book.

–> This couple has such an overwhelming gift of hospitality that when they told me they’d purchased a large home in an expensive neighborhood, my immediate reaction was Benedictine, not Franciscan: Good call.  Their home is essentially a public building, with a steady flow of guests to whom they minister. To only have one or two people visiting is a slow day for them. Truly a gifted couple.

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It’s always nervous business, admitting to your own gifts.  Because of course you open yourself up to the mocking laughter of people who will look at your results and deride your little efforts.  But so what?  At least once a quarter, I get into a rousing argument with my parish music director (whom I adore, in the non-theological, smoochie-huggy girl way).  My whining does not negate her gift.

So that said, here’s the thing about effort and gifts: Longtime readers of this blog and its predecessor know that I am capable of perfectly bad writing.  Still, words come out of me.  It isn’t a question of whether I’m going to write something . . . it’s only a question of what I’m going to write, and how I’m going to write it.  So the effort is a pleasure.  I’d rather write than do anything else.  I write in my head when I’m eating, when I’m sleeping, when I’m cleaning, when I’m driving, when I’m praying . . . all the time.  Enough decades of that, combined with a few pointers from reliable instructors, and you end up sort of competent in your field.

It’s so steady a flow that I have a hard time getting my head around non-literate cultures.  But thinking about such a world, where you have to use your mouth to explain things instead of your keyboard . . . might explain my teaching compulsion.  I suspect the two go together — for me, at least.

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So.  Gifts in the parish.  I like doing stuff and being useful.  Turning out and offering my services comes pretty naturally to me.  But that idea of multiplie over-lapping opportunities? Definitely.

As I’m putting together our little homeschool cooperative for the fall, something that’s come to my attention, repeatedly, is that our group is not for everybody.  So much so that I asked if the local Catholic school could send a rep to our kick-off pot luck, because we get families who want a good Catholic education for their family, but really homeschooling is not their best solution. There needs to be a pile of different communities within the parish where each family can settle in and find their little spot to grow in the faith.

(The principal said she’d come!  Pray for only friendly people to turn out, please?  We don’t want to be *those* homeschoolers).

–> My experience is that parish conflict seems to be at its worst when:

(a) The parish offers only a few approved outlets for growth in the faith.

(b) Parishioners feel like they must be very bad people if they find this class boring, or that ministry not their cup of tea.

(c) Ministries are perceived as competing with each other.

(d) A preference for _____ is understood as a rejection of ________.

The funny thing about that instinct, and I’ll take the homeschooling example for one, is that preexisting conditions have such a powerful impact on our perceptions.  Homeschooling is perceived as radical because we happen to live in a time when it’s uncommon. Parochial schools are perceived as wildly expensive because we live in a society where public K-12 schools are tax-funded with 100% scholarships across the board, and college degrees are considered a necessary part of preparing for middle-class life.

Compare, say, the experiences of the medieval urban middle class circa 1200, with the equivalent professional family today . . . you get a radically different notion of what a normal education is, and who ought to be teaching what, how, and at what price.  Even though today’s engineer really is just the modern counterpart of yesterday’s blacksmith or carpenter (or engineer). One of the quirks of our own time is that we’re terrified of acknowledging that people have different gifts, and therefore need different types of education.

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With all that said, here’s a round-up of my favorite resources for college-material Catholics needing a 101 on the faith.  I’m pretty sure the reason we don’t see more good theology programs in our parishes is that everyone is embarrassed to admit that some of the people in the pews are smarter than others.  Like it would be such an insult to Mrs. Nicely the casserole lady if she discovered that Dr.Thinky the professor was off reading a big heavy book about Jesus.  But seriously?  Get over it.  I’ll quit plugging hefty text books the day everyone starts saying my cooking is as good as it gets.  Until then, let’s all be sane and do our respective things.