Everyone likes a parade.
A procession hailing Jesus as King of the Jews starts what Christians call Holy Week, seven days before Easter Sunday, April 20th.
It's a sad week for me.
As I learned of the murder of Basim "Basil" Sulaka of Clinton Township, Michigan, and, so many more violent and deadly crimes, I wonder how this epidemic of violence may lessen.
How did Jesus tolerate the agony in the garden of Gethsemane?
How did he walk with that heavy cross amid the whipping that tore his skin to the core?
It aches within.
I mourn such pain when I see it all around me these days.
40 million addicts in the U.S. need their 'fix.'
They will kill to get cash for it.
They will.
They do.
We need to come together to find a way out of this fog this nation seems to be waling amid.
We need to get beyond "selfies" that are OK, and move to concern for the common good.
Holy Week is a good week to lead.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
An Open Letter to Warren, MI.,Mayor Fouts and Detroit Mayor Duggan
Dear Mayors:
While "Celebrating Family" is our theme to rejoice Thursday, June 19, 2014 at 4:45 pm with hundreds of families, among others, including clergy and civic leaders, joining together in the Warren Civic Center Atrium with colorful balloons, and more, my heart aches deeply over the rampant crime, and our inability of various disciplines of social scientists, business, education, and family systems to come together to address the 40 million U.S. addicts who kill for their next 'fix,' a broken mental health system that seems to simply hand out countless psychotropic drugs to children these days, the rising epidemic gun crimes everywhere daily, and, the unhealed soul of this metropolitan region in need of our collective imagination to begin to address and stop this violent cycle of human destruction. Your own emphasis for a safe, secure and clean Warren and Detroit motivates others, and me, to intensify our efforts for the common good of the region, Mayors Fouts and Duggan.
I thank you for leading!
It would please me no end, if you and other mayors will join clergy and families who are stepping up to the plate with objectives and aim of healing and bridging Detroit and the 'burbs these decades with our family annual Belle Isle Park picnic the first Sunday of August from 12 noon, another walk from Warren at Van Dyke and Eight Mile Road into Detroit the last Thursday of August at 6 pm, Inclusive Communities Uniting, and much more.
Thank you for your attention.
Lawrence M. Ventline, D.Min.
All-Faiths Festival
Board Certifeid Professional Counselor
While "Celebrating Family" is our theme to rejoice Thursday, June 19, 2014 at 4:45 pm with hundreds of families, among others, including clergy and civic leaders, joining together in the Warren Civic Center Atrium with colorful balloons, and more, my heart aches deeply over the rampant crime, and our inability of various disciplines of social scientists, business, education, and family systems to come together to address the 40 million U.S. addicts who kill for their next 'fix,' a broken mental health system that seems to simply hand out countless psychotropic drugs to children these days, the rising epidemic gun crimes everywhere daily, and, the unhealed soul of this metropolitan region in need of our collective imagination to begin to address and stop this violent cycle of human destruction. Your own emphasis for a safe, secure and clean Warren and Detroit motivates others, and me, to intensify our efforts for the common good of the region, Mayors Fouts and Duggan.
I thank you for leading!
It would please me no end, if you and other mayors will join clergy and families who are stepping up to the plate with objectives and aim of healing and bridging Detroit and the 'burbs these decades with our family annual Belle Isle Park picnic the first Sunday of August from 12 noon, another walk from Warren at Van Dyke and Eight Mile Road into Detroit the last Thursday of August at 6 pm, Inclusive Communities Uniting, and much more.
Thank you for your attention.
Lawrence M. Ventline, D.Min.
All-Faiths Festival
Board Certifeid Professional Counselor
Monday, April 7, 2014
Rain
April showers bring may flowers!
Showers do.
For sure.
I like rain.
It's wet, cool and more.
One can make something good from rain.
God can.
God does.
Flowers.
Rain.
Sure sign that Spring is coming.
I'm glad.
Get to walk between the raindrops.
That's a challenge.
But, affords me the chance to be creative ducking here, there, in-between, more.
Rain and the dark is difficult on wet pavements.
Got to be careful of slipping and following too closely to other vehicles.
Raindrop keep pouring on my head.
A good thing.
Thanks be to God.
God: The Rainmaker.
Praise the Maker.
Showers do.
For sure.
I like rain.
It's wet, cool and more.
One can make something good from rain.
God can.
God does.
Flowers.
Rain.
Sure sign that Spring is coming.
I'm glad.
Get to walk between the raindrops.
That's a challenge.
But, affords me the chance to be creative ducking here, there, in-between, more.
Rain and the dark is difficult on wet pavements.
Got to be careful of slipping and following too closely to other vehicles.
Raindrop keep pouring on my head.
A good thing.
Thanks be to God.
God: The Rainmaker.
Praise the Maker.
Friday, April 4, 2014
+ Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord. . .
Tributes of flowers and hand-written notes line the facade of the Moon Lite Store at 14/Harper in Clinton Township, Michigan this rainy Friday afternoon.
Customers came in and out in the busy place.
Is a family member here," I asked the
guy tending the counter.
"You may consider me family; I control things here now," he added.
After expressing my condolences on the murder a week ago, I said I would see him at 11 pm for a vigil this sad night..
Mr. Sulaka was loved by the community.
He helped the needy with food, and more.
All the cards and scribbled sentiments proved a life lived well.
Generous.
Selfless.
A husband, father, friend for many.
His face could be any man or woman's.
His face looks like my own.
Praise God for this believer who lived and loved well.
Customers came in and out in the busy place.
Is a family member here," I asked the
guy tending the counter.
"You may consider me family; I control things here now," he added.
After expressing my condolences on the murder a week ago, I said I would see him at 11 pm for a vigil this sad night..
Mr. Sulaka was loved by the community.
He helped the needy with food, and more.
All the cards and scribbled sentiments proved a life lived well.
Generous.
Selfless.
A husband, father, friend for many.
His face could be any man or woman's.
His face looks like my own.
Praise God for this believer who lived and loved well.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Against the Tide: The Radical Leadership of Pope Francis
A new tome.
It's a year since Pope Francis became head of the universal Catholic Church.
And, Liguori Publications has published John Allen's book titled above in the post tag.
The Pope of Mercy.
That's how he is dubbed.
"Miserando atque eligendo," a Latin phrase that means, "choosing by having mercy."
That's a line on his coat of arms.
It comes from a line from the Venerable Bede's homily.
Jesus and Zachaeus, the tax collector, comprises the content of the sermon of Bede.
Zachaeus is a sinner.
A well-known one like all of us.
(Who doesn't know this fact, even though most hide the truth that we are human and limited.)
Jesus invites Zak to follow him despite sin.
God never tires of forgiving. I do. Perhaps, you also!
Francis seeks the lost and gives us hope.
And, healing.
For sure.
A pope of mercy.
Couple that with a community of mercy that each of us is called to shape and be part of daily.
To care for each other, and lift up the one who may need me most at any given moment.
Divine Mercy, to be sure.
A head-turner of a book.
(To order, call, 800 325 9521, Code 14307 to order 5 or more copies at $3.99 each).
The beatification rite for two former popes, John the XXIII and John Paul II approaches soon.
A day to behold in a Church of the old and the new, the classic and the fresh Scripture and Tradition of an age-old institution that seems tired and tried.
Yet, she is a Spartan enduring long-suffering.
And, full of virtue, the strength to be carried through it all by Christ the Lord of live, love, and mercy
abounding always.
It's a year since Pope Francis became head of the universal Catholic Church.
And, Liguori Publications has published John Allen's book titled above in the post tag.
The Pope of Mercy.
That's how he is dubbed.
"Miserando atque eligendo," a Latin phrase that means, "choosing by having mercy."
That's a line on his coat of arms.
It comes from a line from the Venerable Bede's homily.
Jesus and Zachaeus, the tax collector, comprises the content of the sermon of Bede.
Zachaeus is a sinner.
A well-known one like all of us.
(Who doesn't know this fact, even though most hide the truth that we are human and limited.)
Jesus invites Zak to follow him despite sin.
God never tires of forgiving. I do. Perhaps, you also!
Francis seeks the lost and gives us hope.
And, healing.
For sure.
A pope of mercy.
Couple that with a community of mercy that each of us is called to shape and be part of daily.
To care for each other, and lift up the one who may need me most at any given moment.
Divine Mercy, to be sure.
A head-turner of a book.
(To order, call, 800 325 9521, Code 14307 to order 5 or more copies at $3.99 each).
The beatification rite for two former popes, John the XXIII and John Paul II approaches soon.
A day to behold in a Church of the old and the new, the classic and the fresh Scripture and Tradition of an age-old institution that seems tired and tried.
Yet, she is a Spartan enduring long-suffering.
And, full of virtue, the strength to be carried through it all by Christ the Lord of live, love, and mercy
abounding always.
Monday, March 31, 2014
At the Airport: Mourning, Morning
Before the 8 am flight home, an elderly Black woman sat with her little green New Testament open.
Our eyes met.
"My brother died," sadly, she shared with me.
"And, I have to get back home to Detroit now because my husband is ill."
My empathy was shared as she told of how the "devil is working."
Cancer of the liver plagued her husband for years, she said.
She showed me her wrist as she raised her arm with obvious pain and wrenching from her facial expressions.
"It's swollen," I said, as she pressed it gently.
"Yes, it hurts me and I will get X-rays tomorrow," she announced.
It was clear to me that this wise woman was grieving this Sunday morning.
And, the devil was getting the credit for it.
Our eyes met.
"My brother died," sadly, she shared with me.
"And, I have to get back home to Detroit now because my husband is ill."
My empathy was shared as she told of how the "devil is working."
Cancer of the liver plagued her husband for years, she said.
She showed me her wrist as she raised her arm with obvious pain and wrenching from her facial expressions.
"It's swollen," I said, as she pressed it gently.
"Yes, it hurts me and I will get X-rays tomorrow," she announced.
It was clear to me that this wise woman was grieving this Sunday morning.
And, the devil was getting the credit for it.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Skipping Easter
Life without Easter for once.
Imagine that.
I entertained the thought to skip it in my latest tome, Skipping Easter.
No crowded shopping centers, no Easter bunny, no jelly beans and marshmellow candy, no lamb shaped from butter, no kielbasa, ham, or dyed eggs. No empty tomb shaped like the egg declaring Jesus' resurrection.
No.
No Easter this year.
None.
Nada.
Nothing.
No hassles, traffic jams, and tales to be told like last Easter.
A trip to Easter Island to escape this highest holy day of the Christian calendar year seems so nice.
So nice.
Sure.
It's not accomplished as easily as I had imagined, however.
Lessons are learned.
Life gets changed.
Again.
And, Easter would not be the same, indeed!
Happy Easter!
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(Blogging off for nine days out of the country 'til the 30th when I blog again).
Imagine that.
I entertained the thought to skip it in my latest tome, Skipping Easter.
No crowded shopping centers, no Easter bunny, no jelly beans and marshmellow candy, no lamb shaped from butter, no kielbasa, ham, or dyed eggs. No empty tomb shaped like the egg declaring Jesus' resurrection.
No.
No Easter this year.
None.
Nada.
Nothing.
No hassles, traffic jams, and tales to be told like last Easter.
A trip to Easter Island to escape this highest holy day of the Christian calendar year seems so nice.
So nice.
Sure.
It's not accomplished as easily as I had imagined, however.
Lessons are learned.
Life gets changed.
Again.
And, Easter would not be the same, indeed!
Happy Easter!
#
(Blogging off for nine days out of the country 'til the 30th when I blog again).
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