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Prayer on the Fifth Friday of Lent

Laura DeMaria

Photo courtesy of America Magazine. I love this image.

Photo courtesy of America Magazine. I love this image.

My latest article, Praying Our Way Through the Pandemic, is up at Catholic Stand. St. Corona, now is your time, homegirl!

Speaking of prayer, Holy Trinity in Georgetown has moved a few of its Ignatian programs and retreats online. Holy Trinity is where I have made several Ignatian retreats, and where I was guided through the 9-month 19th annotation retreat in daily life. I cannot recommend the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius enough. Our current quiet, solitary, contemplative status makes this a perfect time for a prayer retreat.

Another powerfully prayerful thing from today: the Pope gave an Urbi et Orbi blessing. Here is the transcript of his homily, which I highly encourage you to read. It was quite a thing to see the Pope in an empty St. Peter’s square, with the rain coming down and great torches lit along the path, and a deep blue sky becoming more deeply blue. It was the perfect kind of alternative universe image for what we are all feeling inside. It was Moses going up on the mountain to pray for his people, and I think the way will forever remember Pope Francis.

It is a Friday, so I will get outside in a bit, then virtual dinner and rosary with some gal pals (and one toddler!).

I am reminded that God is still doing wonderful things. All of this could be leading to something - strangely wonderful and new. Even when I feel hopeless I think, well, I’ve never, ever known what God is going to do next. And usually He does something I once thought impossible.

Praying through Pandemic

Laura DeMaria

I am working on an article about praying through pandemic. See below something that came into my inbox via the Busch School of Business: a prayer written by Katy Hamilton, a grad student in the business school. I am sharing because I love the concept of writing one’s own prayers. There is power and beauty in what one could term the “classics” - the rosary, the Our Father - but there is a special beauty in God’s people using their own creativity to co-create and commune with our Maker in one’s own voice.

I like knowing that these are the saints someone else picked and trusts. I learn something, and I feel a part of something bigger than myself.

I like knowing that these are the saints someone else picked and trusts. I learn something, and I feel a part of something bigger than myself.

Well, life goes on in quarantine. I have walked many miles, I have picked daffodils by the side of the empty highway, I have made banana bread, I have taken out the recycling, I have sat in different chairs to do work and learned that different ones are good for different moods. I have felt like my soul now resides in Zoom, I have a new contender for favorite quarantine meme. Thanks be to God I am healthy and employed. And of course, praying.

I have also noticed how pandemic makes me nostalgic. At first I thought, “I want my old life back,” and I meant the life of a couple weeks ago. Increasingly, though, I am remembering other snatches of life, like a car ride with my best friend around my hometown in 2010. My mind keeps on reeling back to old experiences I have not considered for a long time. Is that happening to you? It must be because my brain has categorized those memories as “simpler times” and is just trying to help me out.

For some reason I have noticed that this all makes me want to watch old movies, probably because it’s an escape. So I started a list and will get to it, eventually (this is also remarkable because I am not much of a movie person): Austin Powers, Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, Wayne’s World, Saturday Night Fever.

I dare you to listen to the theme from Austin Powers, by the way, and not be immediately cheered. It’s an actual song called Soul Bossa Nova. Go on. Listen. Groovy, baby!

Quarantine Week 1 Thursday: Solemnity of St. Joseph

Laura DeMaria

I’ve been going on a lot of walks and photographing the flowers I meet. These are some pansies.

I’ve been going on a lot of walks and photographing the flowers I meet. These are some pansies.

Today is the Solemnity of St. Joseph. I have a small statue of him I inherited from a deceased member of the Legion of Mary I never met. She died about a week before I joined and had left these things behind for the praesidium members. Seeing it is a very real reminder of the bonds between Legionaries that last beyond death, and everyone’s connectedness in the body of Christ.

The St. Joseph statue has had a prominent place near my at-home desk (aka kitchen table) and I keep a tea light lit in front of him, when I am working or anxious (you would correctly deduce that means he has been getting a lot of candle time recently). I have developed a strong devotion to St. Joseph for a few reasons, including that he is simply steadfast. I imagine the absolute confusion he felt on just about every occasion during the major events we know of his life with Mary and Jesus. But, he persisted in faith and courage, and I need that example, often.

So today I finished, along with the Pray More Novenas community, the novena to St. Joseph. I already have a St. Joseph prayer I pray every day and this evening was trying to describe it to a friend on the phone. “It says something along the lines of, give baby Jesus a squeeze for me and let him know I would like him to be near me when I die,” I said, pacing the apartment parking lot, walking up and down the same set of stairs, trying to get steps in. Here’s the actual thing:

O Saint Joseph, I never weary of contemplating you and Jesus asleep in your arms; I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart. Press Him in my name and kiss his fine head for me and ask him to return the Kiss when I draw my dying breath. Saint Joseph, Patron of departed souls – pray for me.

I like this story about the staircase he built for some nuns in New Mexico. You may also enjoy the Litany of St. Joseph to learn all about his different titles. My personal favorite: St. Joseph, Terror of Demons.

Another thing I learned today: there is a St. Corona, she is from the part of Italy most impacted by coronavirus right now, and she has been invoked in times of pandemic. Wow. Look around hard enough and you will probably find a novena to her - or, you can create your own (I like writing my own prayers sometimes - did you know you could do that?).

I had another small thought, people. It has only been a week since I wrote the article for Catholic Stand about keeping Lent during the pandemic, and even less than a week since it was published. Almost immediately, as the true gravity of the situation became more shockingly clear, I felt it was inadequate. Specifically, that it did not do enough to address what people who have been laid off are experiencing, and how to have hope despite that. That was because I had no idea what was coming.

I don’t have any particular advice on how to maintain that hope: in a matter of days, thousands of people have lost their jobs and are living in limbo, with constant worry about what comes next, how to feed their children, when they will see another paycheck - on top of worry about getting sick.

So, it is good to pray for the victims of the illness, those who are dying, those who are caring for the ill, and all those still working, particularly in public services, to keep our world from coming to a complete halt. I think, though, right now, my heart is closer to those who find themselves without work. As Catholics, we know there is dignity in work. St. Joseph himself is known as The Worker. So in a special way, St. Joseph is the perfect, powerful intercessor for these times.

Anyway: I’ll leave the last word to Matthew McConaughey.