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Wednesday, Oct. 28

I left Honolulu Monday evening and arrived in Auckland, New Zealand this morning. Somewhere over the Pacific, I lost a day, a disconcerting experience. But it was a thrill to land in one of the world’s remotest corners to meet some of the world’s friendliest people in the perhaps the most anti-nuclear nation on earth.

New Zealand has over four million people on two large islands the size of Japan, and is known for kiwi birds, Sir Edmund Hillary, The Lord of the Rings, green hills, sharp cliffs, the spectacular southern Alps, idyllic beaches and lakes, but most of all, its warm people. It has over 11,000 miles of coastland. Auckland, the largest city at 1.1 million, sits up north, where it’s warmer.

I flew on to Wellington, the capital, certainly one of the most picturesque cities in the world, at the southern end of the north island. Spring is bursting out everywhere, but it was windy. There I met Amber, my host and the organizer of my trip. She and her husband Nathan, a Presbyterian pastor, took me to lunch and a brief tour. The gorgeous bays, green cliffs, endless blue water were stunning, especially the distant snow covered mountaintops of the Southern Alps, which looked like they were floating over the ocean.

We drove north along the ocean to Paraparauma, where 30 Maori people, the NZ indigenous, led an hour long traditional welcome ceremony for me, called a “powhiri.” They sang, danced and gave speeches in the native language. Then, during their “exchange of peace,” I walked along the greeting line, and in a rite that goes back hundreds of years, grabbed each person’s arm, gently rubbed noses with each person, looked them in the eye for a moment, and shared the same breath. Afterwards I spoke and we had tea. A royal welcome to New Zealand!

When the Maori first came here, 700 years ago (probably from eastern Polynesia in large ocean-going canoes), they called the land “Aotearoa,” “the land of the long white cloud.” Their history is slightly better than the indigenous of Australia. Today Maori culture, language and traditions are celebrated everywhere in an exciting national renaissance.

In Waikanae, I was welcomed at a Christian community and retreat center called “Ngatiawa,” or “River Tribe,” (“People of the River”) founded by Justin and Jenny, longtime Christian activists who serve the poor. After years among the urban poor, they moved out to the hillsides along the ocean where they set up a retreat center and farm on 14 acres. I joined 40 friends for dinner and evening prayer before a discussion about peace and justice work in the US and NZ.

I was deeply moved by their Christian spirit and community -- part Catholic Worker, part Benedictine monastery, part Gandhian ashram. I felt like Frodo returning home to the Shire, but these are not mere Hobbits. While showing me the new community chapel which they are building by hand, Jenny pointed out three large wooden beams which support the little wooden structure. “They represent the three pillars of our community,” she said. “Nourish the Christ center within. Build the community of Christ together. And reach out and serve Christ in the world’s suffering and needy.” Beautiful!

Justin told an amazing story about the developments of 1985. Apparently, politicians in Parliament decided secretly one Friday night that the following Monday morning, they would take a symbolic vote about the presence of U.S. military ships with nuclear weapons off the coast, to register their discomfort. But news leaked out to a peace activist who immediately gathered four friends at his home, told them to bring the phone number of every person they knew, put out food and coffee, and led them over the next 48 hours to call everyone they could think of to do something. That Monday morning, when the Parliamentarians showed up for work, they each had 1,000 telegrams waiting for them. And with that, New Zealand boldly voted to ban U.S. nuclear ships and nuclear weapons from the islands forever. Bravo!

Thursday

After a good rest, meals and community prayer, I was off to downtown Wellington to join the monthly peace vigil against U.S. warmaking outside the U.S. Embassy. Wellington is settled on a beautiful harbor, where there’s an impressive national museum (called “Te Papa,” “Our Place”) which I enjoyed, as well as various theaters, restaurants, town hall and Parliament, with its strange round building known as the “Beehive.”

But the U. S. Embassy is a fortress, the most fortified place in the city, perhaps the country. It symbolizes U.S. imperialism, as every U.S. embassy does. New Zealanders recently learned that its government has secretly sent several hundred soldiers into Afghanistan, to support Obama’s war, and concern and opposition are growing.

Thirty of us gathered for our peace vigil and picnic. It was a wonderful group that included Fr. Jerry, the vicar-general of the diocese of Wellington, who was recently arrested for a protest against the Israeli war on Gaza. I celebrated a Mass for peace and spoke of the need to carry on Jesus’ prophetic witness for peace. At the end of Mass, we extended our hands and offered a blessing on U.S. Embassy employees, that they would non-cooperate with U.S. warmaking.

Then, we drove to a downtown church where I gave a lecture on justice, disarmament, nonviolence and Jesus. I encouraged the crowd to carry on their anti-nuclear work, to be a beacon of nonviolence to the world, to keep following Jesus on the road to peace. Afterwards, I headed off to the countryside for two nights at the Catholic Worker Farm.

Friday

The Catholic Worker Farm in Otaki (called in Maori "The Blossoming of Love and Forgiveness") was founded by a wonderful couple named Adrian and Shelley Leeson. Together they are raising and home-schooling seven children while serving the poor and living close to the land. Their model farm is way off the grid. They grow their own food and the children dumpster-dive for the rest. They haven’t been to a shopping center or grocery store in two years. The family cooked a traditional Maori feast and some 50 guests joined us throughout the day for the feast and conversation about peacemaking and discipleship. I enjoyed walking through the farm, sitting by the river, and meeting their creatures, especially an impressive long-haired, big, fat pig named “Gorgeous.”

Last year, Adi, as he is known, with two friends, Sam and Fr. Peter, a Dominican priest, walked onto a NZ military base near Blenheim and engaged in the nation’s first Plowshares disarmament action. They cut through a series of electric wire fences and came upon a massive radar satellite dish. There, they cut the outer vinyl cover, which came crashing to the ground, then prayed for nearly two hours before they were arrested. Their action drew widespread public interest. Along the way, they learned that the satellite dish helps monitor the situation in Afghanistan and gather information, which is then passed on to U.S. forces to determine their bombing raids. The three plowshares activists are scheduled for a trial next March in Wellington and face seven years in prison.

The kind and gentle Fr. Peter, age 70, hitchhiked 15 hours from Auckland to join us. Together, we discussed the plowshares movement, the need to resist our governments’ warmaking, and preparations for jail. Another long time justice activist and friend, Fr. Jim from Christchurch, shared his work to promote restorative justice in NZ. Throughout the day, we took walks, enjoyed the countryside, played with the children, and prayed for peace. A memorable day with the best of New Zealand!

Saturday

I spent this morning in a Wellington home visiting a wonderful group of young Christians who are part of the “Urban Vision” movement. As a community, they promise to stay close to Jesus, live in the poorest neighborhoods, support themselves with part time jobs, serve the poor, own few possessions and meet together regularly. Over tea and coffee, they asked for help about living a nonviolent life, being a peaceful presence in a violent neighborhood, and encouraging their churches to take a stand against war, poverty and nuclear weapons. It was a good exchange, and once again, I was moved and inspired by New Zealand’s gentle young people, trying so hard to follow Jesus.

This afternoon, I flew far south to Dunedin, the university town, where I was met by my host Fr. Mark Chamberlain. The flight took me over the channel along the east coast of the South Island. I saw long beautiful beaches, endless green hills and fields, and in the distance, the majestic Southern Alps. New Zealand, to me, is part Vancouver, British Columbia, Ireland, Scotland, the California coast, and Hawaii -- all rolled into one. It lives up to its reputation as a kind of Edenic paradise.

Sunday

Dunedin is another picturesque city spread out around a series of bays opening to the ocean. Not far away, at least to my mind, lies Antarctica. If Christchurch is little England, Dunedin is little Scotland. The University of Otago, with its 30,000 students, appears to be the heart of the city. Good Father Mark wears many hats. He’s a widely-respected, energetic university chaplain, who also serves as pastor to several parishes and hospital chaplain. Mark is my age, and has lived all his life in these southlands. After lunch downtown with several coworkers, we drove along the coast of the glorious Otago peninsula to explore the green hills, rocky beaches, and ocean vistas. I was stunned by the coastal beauty, especially at Taiaroa Head where I watched the seagulls and colony of rare black and white royal Albatrosses. New Zealand must be the most beautiful place on earth.

Several New Zealanders have told me they like living far away from the world’s hustle and bustle, especially New York, Washington and Rome. I wonder: does the distance, and the extravagant beauty, make it easier to be more peaceable, and to stand up against the U.S. empire?

Mark and I discussed our shared love of Ignatian spirituality and our passion for Jesus. At one point he confessed that he recently received a letter from a leading bishop announcing that he was in next line to become a bishop, but they wanted to know if he obeyed the church’s teaching against the ordination of women. “Of course, I support the ordination of women,” Mark wrote right back. “We’re all created in the image of God. Besides, we need all the help we can get!” That was the end of that.

Tonight I celebrated the large student Mass for All Saints Day, and spoke about our common calling to become peacemaking saints who live the Beatitudes as our path to God. Afterwards, a crowd remained for a question and answer/discussion session. Then, I stayed up late enjoying a fine meal with several sisters and students at Mark’s house. Another great day.

Monday

After a morning meeting with some of the faculty, I gave my lecture at the university, on the “Martyrs, Saints and Heroes of Peace,” following on All Saints Day. I spoke about Gandhi, Dorothy Day, Franz Jagerstatter, Dr. King and my own experience with the Jesuit martyrs of El Salvador, the Berrigans, and other saints, as well as our calling to follow the nonviolent Jesus in his work to abolish war, poverty and nuclear weapons and become peacemaking saints.

Dr. Kevin Clements, director of the National Centre for Peace and Conflict Studies, introduced me. I had the chance to ask him my question about New Zealanders. “We have a long tradition of nonviolent resistance, especially against the Vietnam war and apartheid,” he said emphatically. “Our stand against U.S. nuclear weapons was actually our attempt to engage the world, to offer a New Zealand perspective. So peace and nonviolence are part of our history.” And yet New Zealand has a disturbingly high rate of domestic violence, another colleague added, which needs to be addressed and resolved.

After lunch, Fr. Mark and Fr. Kevin drove me around the stunning Otago bay to the site of one of New Zealand’s historic nonviolent resistance campaigns. The Maori nonviolently resisted British forces in the late 19th century, and the resisters were brought here and imprisoned in a cave along the water. Many died; others survived two dreadful years. There at the cave along the water, we offered a prayer for peace, that the spirit of these great indigenous nonviolent resisters would live on in us and New Zealand. My friends gave me a blessing and sent me off on a flight to Christchurch, then on to Auckland for an interview with New Zealand Catholic.

Tuesday, Nov. 3

This morning, I fly from Auckland to Australia for a series of talks and a retreat, “The School of Prophets,” this weekend in Adelaide. My pilgrimage to New Zealand comes to a close, and I’m full of gratitude for these beautiful days. I’m astounded by the beauty of this land, its mountains, fields and coastline, but even more, by the beauty of its people. It’s a whole nation of what Paul Farmer’s mother calls “GNPs,” “genuinely nice people.” I count myself blessed to have met these gentle, humble, loving people, and hope they will continue to be a light of peace and disarmament for the world.

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This week, John is speaking in Adelaide, Australia and leading a retreat, “The School of Prophets.” His books, A Persistent Peace and Put Down the Sword, along with Patricia Normile’s John Dear On Peace are available from www.amazon.com. This month, Orbis will publish John’s new collection, Daniel Berrigan: Essential Writings. For information, or to schedule a speaking event, see: www.johndear.org

"But the U. S. Embassy is a

"But the U. S. Embassy is a fortress, the most fortified place in the city, perhaps the country. It symbolizes U.S. imperialism, as every U.S. embassy does."

I have been to U.S. embassies in Mexico, Africa and Turkey. One thing that always amazes me is the long lines of people hoping to be able to either visit or immigrate to the "Imperealistic USA". For these people, the U.S. embassy is a symbol of hope.

Honestly, Father, your column seems to be as much about the self promotion and self "martyrdom" of Father Dear than it is about peace.

apparently you were inside

apparently you were inside looking out, and could not see the appearance, the actuality

I stood outside looking in, at the Embassies in San Salvador (truly "a fortress and the most fortified place in the city, perhaps the country"; there can be no other word for it), Managua (standing alongside among others Mr. Pete Seeger a quarter century ago), and so many other places.

The Reverend Father John Dear SJ's description is accurate, and undeniable.

Even here in Mexico . . .

In fact the tall iron wall we place against this nation now, dedicating just the other day billions more to its building, sure does make us look like a fortress, a most fortified place, when all of this territory was Mexico not that long ago anyway, including Texas, and remains so, and will soon be so again.

respectfully yours, I remain
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Hey, the answer to the wall

Hey, the answer to the wall is quite simple. Stop moving to the US illegally. Obey the law. If there was no illegal immigration, there would be no need for a wall on the border. After all, nations have a right to protect the integrity of their borders from those who would violate the laws of that nation, and the simple fact is, from the moment illegal immigrants enter this nation, they are violating US law. Period.

The problem with the law is

The problem with the law is that it is unjust! It is so difficult to get immigration into the country that there is already a beauracratic wall that cannot be penetrated. An unjust law is no law at all (Aquinas)I have been gainfully employed, sponsored and am still waiting for a greencard 5 years later. It is how we treat our neighbor that is truly the important issue. There is a greater law than US law..period.

interesting reflection upon

interesting reflection upon this twentieth anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall under General Secretary Gorbachev

interesting reflection by one who wears his Roman Catholicism upon a sleeve.

Please read the works of the great NCR correspondent Gary McEoin on Sanctuary.

You might begin at

http://www.nationalcatholicreporter.org/update/maceoin_trib.htm

and continue at

http://www.alibris.com/search/books/author/Maceoin,%20Gary

see his Sanctuary.

See the Old Testament Stranger at the Gate.

Hear Jesus cry: "A stranger and you received me not!"

Whom would Jesus define as illegal? Outcast?
Whom would Jesus not welcome?
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Why I'd be pleased to see the

Why I'd be pleased to see the United States of Mexico join the Republic of Texas - just like the United States of America did. It might be an improvement.

Loved your travelogue.

Loved your travelogue. Thanks for sharing. Makes me want to visit New Zealand! Sr. Janet Winandy CPPS

What a witness of energy and

What a witness of energy and enthusiasm to spread peace and justice around the world. Very inspiring. Blessings!

and please come home safely

and please come home safely to New Mexico again very soon!
we too need some peace, nonviolence, and hunger and thirst for justice
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I am afraid I must concur a

I am afraid I must concur a bit with Texas, Fr. John: for all of our faults, the US remains a beacon of hope to many millions in this world. We are far from perfect--no nation is--but taken as a whole our country has been a force for good in this world far more often than it has been a force for evil.

I'm glad that you enjoyed New Zealand. It sounds like a wonderful place. God bless you!

how?

how?

I would have loved to have

I would have loved to have you visit the North Island as well. I had read that you were coming to Aotearoa and had hoped that you would be at our Pax Christi conference 4th/5th December in Auckland there you would meet Fr. Peter Munaine the Dominican priest that you mentioned and of course me. You won't ssee anyone lining up outside the USA Embassy in New Zealand Texas

“And yet New Zealand has a

“And yet New Zealand has a disturbingly high rate of domestic violence”

Perhaps you would be more affective addressing this and other issues of violence that your audience have control over. It seems kind of pointless to be worrying about world peace, while committing violence in your own homes.

You write so well. The

You write so well. The closest I've gotten to New Zealand is the film, The Lord of the Rings. Thanks for this description, not only of the land, but also of the beautiful people you met, and their obvious commitment to peace and to faith that nourishes that commitment. I love your articles.

"apparently you were inside

"apparently you were inside looking out, and could not see the appearance, the actuality

The Reverend Father John Dear SJ's description is accurate, and undeniable."

I had the chance to look in both capacities. Regardless of the security, the lines of people were very real. Why is it that so many people in Nicaragua, Mexico and El Salvador want to come to the "Imperialistic USA"?

These people seem to have a different perception of the USA than Father Dear. Ironically, the vast magority of those people in the lines would quickly be denied a visa to either visit or immigrate to New Zealand.

Thank you, Texas, for your

Thank you, Texas, for your response, but perhaps you have not stood in that line in solidarity with the people, as I have, as has the Reverend Father John Dear SJ. At that time the US was actively directing imperialist military aggression against the Nicaraguan and El Salvadoran peoples in terrorist campaigns against innocent unarmed and Roman Catholic people.

Read the writings of and about the Jesuit fathers we murdered almost exactly twenty years ago at their university in San Salvador, in particular the Reverend Father Ignacio Ellacuria, SJ, as well the reflections upon this terrorist massacre by his colleague and friend, the Reverend Father Jon Sobrino SJ.

Read Persistent Peace by the Reverend Father John Dear SJ.

May God receive Blessed

May God receive Blessed Sacrament Sister Marguerite Bartz, 64, recently slain at home near Gallup, near where Father John Dear SJ has based his ministry these past years (see Persistent Peace), where Sister Marguerite for ten years has provided necessary social work for the Navajo.

The AP carries a full story of what is now known of her passing.

As one who attended the

As one who attended the prayer with Fr Dear outside the US Embassy and as one who does so regularly it has often struck me how the heavy security around the embassy is a reminder how the US has become a fortress state. Fr Dear commented we would all be arrested if we were doing the same thing in the US.
My last trip to the USA, very enjoyable too, was impaired by the number of times I had to remove my shoes and subjected to a body search, even on internal flights. The cost of freedom?
I am sure many of those queuing outside US embassies would be more than welcome to Aotearoa/New Zealand as we have a long history, as does the US, of welcoming refugees and the dispossessed. Only last weekend the Polish community celebrated the anniversary of the acceptance of 100s of refugee children escaping the ravages of WW2.
Sure there is domestic violence but we are working on it, one process is our pioneering use of restorative justice methods. Our concern is to ensure we promote non-violence in our daily lives, protecting the unborn, cherishing the family, working to abolish war, simply being peace makers as Christ demands we be.

I did enjoy reading about

I did enjoy reading about your visit to Aotearoa/New Zealand, but like many in the top half of the North Island was disappointed that you didn't have a longer time in Auckland and a speaking engagement there. Hopefully you will return someday soon. I find your writings inspirational and would dearly love to meet you and hear you 'in person'

Exactly one year ago today, I

Exactly one year ago today, I received the good news of President Obama's electoral victory while on retreat with the New Zealand Trappists at Southern Star Abbey, also a place of peace and well worth a visitation. http://www.kopua-abbey.co.nz/

Thanks to the Reverend Father

Thanks to the Reverend Father John Dear SJ, and to Saint Jude, for preserving my job for one more day.

Teaching as I do can be Heaven, as of such as these students are the Reign of God, Jesus tells us.

It is the grown-ups that can truly challenge one's spiritual exercise. In fact they exercise our spirituality well beyond my limited capacity.

I am sure this comes across here blogging especially whenever I am especially merciless to Mr. Green, (God forgive me!), just taking out the frustrations of dealing with grown-up human beings, imperfect and obstinate and arrogant as we are.

And so I ever turn to the gentle, cosmic, Father Hays here, who maintains our perspective on the universe, and the stirring, reinvigorating Bishop Gumbleton, and the mighty and reverend Sister Joan Chittister OSB, with whom I work and pray always.

But especially to the Reverend Father John Dear SJ, and to Saint Jude, patron of the impossible.

I owe them much. I owe them all.

Today they taught me, as the Reverend Father John Dear SJ writes in his spiritual treatises so eloquently, so properly, so consistently, the exercise of nonviolence, and of Love.

Nonviolence.
Nonresistance.
Silence.
Constraint through Compassion.
Empathy.
Love thy enemies.

And so to negotiate the treacherous battlefield, the hidden minefield, tendered us by coworkers upon our pilgrim path.

And today, this morning, for one tense moment, it worked, the silence worked, and I am here, and I am as ever eternally grateful for the wisdom of the writings of the young and Reverend Father John Dear SJ.

May I continue to hear him ever, gently, in peace, in integral nonviolence, in courtesy, in patience, in compassion.

Saint James wrote the wisdom from above is peaceful, gentle and friendly, and untouched by the several violences of this world.

And maybe I will even learn to be kind to Mr. Green here as well . . .

Please pray for my continuing conversion, the heart of Benedictine vows to stability, to conversion, to compassion, to Jesus Christ.

Sincerely I owe much to the Reverend Father John Dear SJ who preaches so clearly, to engagingly, so explicitly, so courageously, so truthfully, so Faithfully, the Good News of Jesus Christ and please pray I shall ever hear him more carefully, and to put it into action, in gentleness, silence, peace, nonviolence, nonresitance.

I remember his words at our retreat in Albuquerque, at the wonderful retreat center run by Italian nuns, summing up the mystery of the Benedictine vow to conversion: "Fake it till you make it."

I make that commitment. I shall read once more his book on the vow to nonviolence, and I renew that vow.

And I thank him for carrying me through this tense day after another sleepless night. I thank him for my job, for my life even in this land.

just had to share that, through tears
thanks to you, really, I remain
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If I was John Dear I would be

If I was John Dear I would be a little concerned about all this adulation. Strange?!

How so very delightful for

How so very delightful for you I am certain, how very comforting and so pleasant, to have achieved such a state of self-sustaining spiritual perfection.

We broken and human beings, nevertheless, require, like Robert Bly wrote, heroes and role models, paradigms and patterns, as guide, as strength, as consolation, as hope, along this hard and pilgrim path through this exile. The perfect Love of God appears far beyond our grasp, our comprehension, the Light which we cannot contain in our present darkness, and yet as the Reverend Father Richard Rohr writes so beautifully within the first chapter of his latest treatise: The Naked Now, this God who is Love which we seek so urgently is within us all of the while, already given.

We cannot see. We can only struggle along, stumbling blindly, and thus must turn to our great heroes and guides, our paradigms. Each day I know the helping and powerful presence of the Reverend Sister Joan Chittister OSB with me in my work, and gently mumbling my prayer. Although she would never have fallen into the mess in which I wallow, desperately, she is with me still, and now, most mercifully. To know the presence of the Blessed Virgin MOther is beyond my comprehension; yet I can know that Sister Joan stands with me, and for me, before the Throne, and I read her most gratefully, seeking understanding, seeking how to make it real in my life and within my relationship with others.

Same with the Reverend Father John Dear SJ, whose work glowing with God's compassionate and nonviolent Peace, guides us all. This is less adulation than deepest appreciation, and gratefulness for his presence as well in my darkest troubles.

This is life within the Eucharistic Dimension, which expresses itself so very imperfectly in this tongue of the Englishman, the language of war, domination and of division. The Eucharistic Dimension, this Communion of Saints of which we declare our belief during the Credo, even in the newer, more imperfect version, is where I must dwell ever more fully, with ever greater conversion, if ever I am to pray to make a way through this present valley of tears, this exile. Salve Regina, mater misericordia, vita, dulcedo et spes nostra salve ad te clamamus exules filiii Hevae ad te suspiramos in hoc lacrimarum valle (I cannot recall the corect spelling now)!

I am most grateful for the very strong example and witness of the Reverend Father John Dear SJ for my imperfect and broken way. If that offends you, I can only beg your forgiveness and understanding, and above all your prayers for me, for peace, for justice, for the nonviolent world which awaits us, which is already here amongst us.
frère charles du désert OSB OBLAT (Congrégation de Subiaco)

This article ends with this

This article ends with this announcement: "This month, Orbis will publish John’s new collection, Daniel Berrigan: Essential Writings." This welcome book bears ISBN-13: 978-1570758379

Originally it was not available through amazon.com until December 11th but they are now shipping November 20th, well in time for Thanksgiving reading around the table with the family and/or other religious community.

What a joke. Do only US

What a joke.

Do only US embassies represent "imperialism", Fr. Dear?

The more I read of Fr. Dear, the less I believe he lives in the real world. His utopian ideals (utopia, by the way, means "nowhere") do not make sense given the reality of the world. If the US unilaterally disarmed, for example, it would not set an example for everyone to emulate, it would result in the conquest of the United States.

Father Dear refuses to accept the fact that there is evil in the world and that there are evil men everywhere (not just in the US, Father!) who would use the disarmament of the United States as an opportunity for plunder and conquest. These evil men are held in check by the knowledge that the United States is keeping an eye on them.

Ironically, it is the very military that Fr. Dear denigrates as "warmongers" and the very knowledge that the US, like the local sheriff, is keeping an eye on things, that allows Fr. Dear to have the freedom to promote his utopian, pie-in-the-sky, dreams. Certainly, Fr. Dear would never be allowed to openly criticize and protest if our government were Fascist, Nazi, Communist, Fundamentalist-Islamic. Thanks solely to the presence and vigilance of the US military who dfeated the first four, and protects us from the fifth, Fr. Dear has the right to protest.

I suspect it is too much for him to say "thank you".

What a joke, Mr. Green, as

What a joke, Mr. Green, as you put it. What a very sad joke you write here once more.
PACEM IN TERRIS
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READ YOUR ROHR! More highly

READ YOUR ROHR!

More highly suggested reading for this Christmas and gift giving season is the latest and some say greatest from the Franciscan and Reverend Father Richard Rohr who so often appears in these pages, entitled The Naked Now.

The Reverend Father Richard Rohr has long served as a pre-eminent American author, speaker, retreat director and counsellor of Roman Catholic spirituality, including mysticism, coming from a profoundly Franciscan foundation.

This new release, The Naked Now, is the culmination and summary of all that has gone before and a glimpse of the riches to come.

As well as several retreats presenting this work across America, the Reverend Father Rohr will host on a Saturday morning in early January an official webcast we all may easily attend. Thus we have left no reason left not to accompany the Reverend Father Richard Rohr in his introduction to this essential work of Catholic spirituality.

Released mere weeks ago, we gratefully find here a summary of his long life of spiritual mastery in the Roman Catholic tradition, beginning with an explanation of why he wrote this book. The book is then divided into three parts, plus eight appendices, as well as extra back material; an overflowing cornucopia os spirituality in the Roman Catholic tradition which all may find profoundly beneficial and instructive.

Chapter One describes the Gift Already Given and our yearning for union (not perfection) now with God, who is already one with us, our birthright. Prayer is described as Practicing Heaven Now.

Each chapter, beginning with a Biblical passage, conludes with a bold print summary, or commissioning, we may safely say, here in Chapter One with the great hope of union with God in which we already dwell.

Chapter Two goes on to explore the Great Unsaying, the root of mystic union with God. As Father Rohr explains in the introduction: "All saying must be balanced by unsaying, and knowing must be humbled by unknowing. Without this balance, religion invariably becomes arrogant, exclusionary and even violent (p. 11)."

Each chapter begins with passages from the Bible, and this second chapter on Unsaying commences therefore with the exhortation, the commandment if you will, from Exodus 20: "Do not utter the name of God in vain." Upon this warning the chapter examines deeply the name of God, specifically the Sacred Tetragrammaton, drawing us back into a contemplation, a remembrance, of the sacredness of the name of God. This chapter in itself can last a lifetime of reading, meriting and rewarding careful re-reading, as we come to appreciate this holy name, which is not to be spoken, but breathes, universally.

The third chapter provides us three ways to see a sunset, and draws us to the contemplative way, to the "Urgent Need for Contemplative Seeing," sharing what it means to be a mystic (I must now make this review much more brief, pardon the haste here; this book is so full, so rich, that I regret cutting short a full examination of all it has to offer in our Faith).

Chapter four discusses paradigms of "knowing" and chapter five shares lessons from the monks. Upon this basis chapter six begins us on our quest for God, who is now with us.

Chapter Seven guides us in our judgments and our letting go of judging. "We see what we are ready to see." Chapter eight and nine discuss our doubts and our conversion from wilfullness to willingness, like Mary.

Part Two begins with a direct discussion of Jesus (as if we progress here from the Old Testament to the New, through Mary), and of the Jesus Prayer. Again we see conversion in these chapters, and the levels of conversion, and how the observor comes to the healing of vision. Chapter Twelve looks at how our ego hates the change which comes with conversion; Chapter Thirteen watches how we come from polarity to prayer, as flase dilmnas resolve. "Prayer is resonance." Chapter Fourteen laments our lost tradition of contemplation, and struggles for its necessary rediscovery. Chapter Fifteen examines faith as how to believe, the process and dynamic of belief, while Chapter sixteen opens the door to great love and thus to great suffering (and then greater love).

Perhaps I have filled my space too much here, but Part Three shows what nondual thinking is not, what we mean by wakeful, watchful seeing. Chapter nineteen unfurls the meaning of spiritual love; read this chapter in the least, at the most. The following chapter celebrates paradox, mystics, sinners, and discusses what it means to follow Jesus. The following Chapters are summaries, with an urge to leadership.

The eight appendices are mainly various forms of prayer, including the Litany of the Holy Spirit; the extra material following these appendices include a Joyful Mind and The Shining Word "And."

Once again I apologize very much for such a long report here, and I hope this little is helpful to realize what great value this work of truly Roman Catholic spirituality is for all of us, all of us who whether we realize it now or not are pilgrims upon this spiritual pathway. Here with the Reverend Father Richard Rohr we find a capable, wise and powerful guide, a companion who kindly walks this path with us.

Read this book by Christmas! Send it to all you know!
Peace!

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