Showing posts with label Bishop Farrell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bishop Farrell. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Bishop Kevin Farrell: Saints are not perfect

With the imminent beatification of Pope John Paul II and the recent beatification of Mother Teresa of Calcutta many are asking “what does it mean to be a saint? Does a person have to live a perfect and sinless life to become a saint?”

I do not intend to address the formal canonical process leading to canonization. I suspect there will be a number of such articles in the coming weeks. What I want to stress is that people like Pope John Paul II and Mother Teresa were normal human beings with all the strengths and weaknesses that are part of the human condition. They made mistakes, they made errors in judgment, and they became frustrated and lost their temper at times. What is important is that they didn’t give up on God.

Like each of us they were called to discipleship, to follow Jesus, to seek to imitate him so closely that they might say with St. Paul, “I live, no longer I, but Christ lives in me” (Gal 2:20), for that is the goal of discipleship. However, human nature being what it is saints find themselves also saying, as St. Paul did, “What I do, I do not understand. For I do not do what I want, but I do what I hate.” (Rom 7:15)

The Church uses the term “heroic virtue,” which could be defined as constantly seeking to imitate Jesus, gladly, even in the face of internal and external opposition, often at a considerable personal sacrifice. That means it is not easy and includes a lot of forgiving and being forgiven.

It also means that there are many out there who demonstrate heroic virtue in their lives but will never be formally recognized as venerable or blessed or as saints. They are the saints of Dallas or Plano or Waxahachie. Their road to sainthood is not on the streets of Calcutta or in the Vatican, but in the office, in the classroom, in the factory or in the kitchen.

This in no way takes away from Pope John Paul II or Mother Teresa. It means that saintliness does not preclude human weaknesses. It does mean not giving up on God, knowing that we are never abandoned by God, never without the Divine presence, never without the grace of the Holy Spirit.

People do not set out to be saints, they become disciples of Jesus.

Bishop Kevin Farrell of the Diocese of Dallas, TX

Friday, December 17, 2010

Joy and Hope and Happy Christmas Memories


from Bishop Kevin Farrell, Archdiocese of Dallas, TX

Most of our Christmas memories come from our youth, probably because so many of them are centered on family. Midnight Mass, Christmas dinner, aunts and uncles and cousins, grandma’s favorite dish lovingly prepared and shared every year. For most of us our childhood was a time of unbridled joy, uncomplicated by the mysteries of adolescence or the responsibilities of adulthood.

There is a saying that “you can never go home.” Of course it is correct in the sense that inevitable changes in people and places and in us mean that special time is gone forever. Those happy and carefree times pull us back and we readily identify with the Christmas song that proclaims…”I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.”

Yet those dreams, those joyful experiences shape our lives. Psychologists tell us that the greatest influence in our lives comes from our family of origin. Maybe it is true that we can never go home, but most of us try to replicate it in our lives. We put up the crib and hide the baby Jesus until Christmas. The Advent wreath comes out, and everything reminds us of happy stories we share with our own families.

A friend takes pride in the fact that his children can sing Adeste Fidelis in Latin…which he claims is the way it should always be sung. There are lots of popular new Christmas songs, but none measure up to Silent Night, Angels We Have Heard on High and Little Town of Bethlehem sung at Christmas Mass.

Thank God for St. Luke, he alone preserved the story of the stable at Bethlehem and the choirs of angels announcing the nativity to the shepherds. A visit to the cave in Bethlehem forever changed Christmas for me.

Christmas memories are never really gone. We may stow them away in a corner of our mind, but come Advent, they come out to gladden us once more and encourage us to work to make more new memories that our families and friends will cherish in years to come.

This Christmas a wish you all joy and hope and lots of happy memories.