Monday, June 8, 2020

Some basic teachings of Jesus Christ that are apropos today and always:
Treat others the way you want to be treated. Love one another as “I have loved you.” Love your neighbor as yourself. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God. As you did it to one of the least of my brethren, you did it to me.

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Further thoughts on George Floyd
One sick and demented policeman mercilessly killed an innocent black man, 
wounded all blacks in America, 
wounded all police officers in America, 
wounded all people of good will in America, and 
wounded all people of good will in the World! 
He committed a crime against humanity!  And the other officers assisted him!

Let's continue to pray to the Prince of Peace to bring peace, justice, and reform to our nation.

Sunday, May 24, 2020


Homily given at Fr. Dick Rieman’s funeral on December 6, 2019 by Msgr. Thomas Bohlin, Vicar of Opus Dei in the United States, at St. Mary of the Assumption Church in Dedham, Massachusetts.

Holy Christmas!  Father Dick was always so spontaneous.  I'm not sure I ever heard anyone else say that exclamation.

Maybe it was a Fr. Dick original.  We were making a video of the life of Fr. Joseph Muzquiz who started Opus Dei in the U.S.  And, of course, we interviewed Father Dick about these early days.  In the middle of the interview and talking about Saint Josemaria or Fr. Joseph,  I don't remember, he came out with Holy Christmas!—as a smiling exclamation of delight.  It went over very well until we tried to show the video on EWTN.  And the station’s producers asked us to remove the phrase.  They thought it was irreverent—that it wasn’t proper.

Maybe they were right.  But we refused anyway—because it was so Fr. Dick, so joyful, so simple, so childlike, so real—and at the same time profoundly spiritual.  God has taken Fr. Dick to himself after 94 years on this earth.  And as the Prelate of Opus Dei, Mons. Ocáriz, wrote to us this week, uniting his prayers and condolences to all of us—to all of you.  He said, there are no coincidences.  God has taken Father Dick from us in the beginning of this Advent season.  As we prepare for Christmas and also during these days especially dedicated to Mary during the novena of the Immaculate Conception, we can ask the Mary to make this a very Holy Christmas for Fr. Dick.

We heard this morning, one of the readings from Advent, the time of preparation for the coming of Jesus at Christmas from the prophet Isaiah:

On this mountain the Lord of hosts will provide for all peoples.  The Lord will wipe away tears from all faces.  The reproach of the people he will remove from the whole earth. The Lord has spoken.  On this day will be said: behold our God to whom we look to save us.  This is the Lord for whom we looked.  Let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us.

Advent is this time of hope—when we raise up our eyes and turn our hearts to this God who comes as a small child to save us. It's always a time of anticipation and joy as God comes silently into this darkened world—darkened by sin—and brings a light that can never be dimmed or extinguished.  God became the Son of man so that men—all of us—could become children of God—lifted up to share in his divine life—with a glorious inheritance awaiting us in heaven—if we believe in him and if we strive according to his word. 

We read in the second reading from Saint John the apostle:

See what love the Father has bestowed on us that we may become children of God—
yet so we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Beloved, we are God's children now. What we show thee has not yet been revealed. We do know that when it is revealed, we shall be like him—for we shall see him as he is.

St John is trying to describe the glory of heaven.  But through a special gift of God that we call the Beatific Vision, we will be able to see him face to face.  Today is a good day to reflect on what Jesus brought us.  With his life and death on the cross, he showed us the extent of God's love for us.  We can barely understand this.  Perhaps some of you students and alums of Montrose can recall Fr. Dick's way of saying: he made you to love you.  He made you to love you.  It was his simple and spontaneous way of communicating something very deep.

Other times he would say looking at the tabernacle and the crucifix—He loves you so much.  He loves you so much.  He would communicate God's love through those simple phrases. Things that are so deep he could communicate with that simple way with a few words.  It was a special gift.  He made you to love you.  That's why you're here.  That's why you are on this earth. He loves you so much.  That's what Christmas is about.  Today we pray for Fr. Dick Rieman. All his life he strove to follow Jesus—for 61 years as a priest—69 years as a member of Opus Dei.

After 94 years, including 40 wonderful years at Montrose school, God has called Fr. Dick to himself.  And Father Dick talked a lot about heaven.  I remember how impressed he was one time I was there, he showed me this book about the little boy, who said he went to heaven—
describing heaven—he was just so joyful.  He loved that book.  He wanted to go to heaven.

“Everything the Father gives me will come to me,” Jesus said, “and I will not reject anyone who comes to me.  This is the will of the one who sent me that I should not lose anything of what he gave me.  For this is the will of my Father, that everybody who sees the Son and believes in him may have eternal life.”

These words gave Father Dick strength and joy and cheerfulness that he conveyed every day to generations of young women at Montrose.  In his simple and delightful way at Mass—or one on one—he would say duck in to see him.  Tell him why you're mad.  Or other moments he encouraged the girls to crawl into Our Lady’s lap to find comfort there.  He loved Jesus and trusted his words.  He knew the only failure in life—was not to do poorly on an exam or to lose a game—though he always wanted Montrose to win—to kill the other team, especially with Miracle Field, which I think he named himself.  Failure was NOT to be rejected by a certain college or even by a friend—the only real failure in life is not to know Jesus and his love.  Without him, we have nothing—even if surrounded by everything this world can offer.  We see we have all we need and we can get through anything life throws at us.  

One of the outstanding features of Montrose—there are many—is the number of girls who go to daily Mass.  I know that many visitors, including priests and bishops who celebrated Mass there, have always been astounded by how many girls show up at Mass every day—even non-Catholics.  And Fr. Dick and his fellow chaplains realized that every day is Christmas at Montrose because every day when the priest says those words of consecration at the Mass, Jesus comes—it's the same Jesus who came to Bethlehem comes on the altar—and he's going to come today, in this Mass.  He came seeking each one of those students out of love for them.  And I have to think that the faith and devotion that the girls saw in Fr. Dick's eyes at the moment of the consecration led many of them to love the Mass.

It's not surprising to know that Fr. Dick was a pioneer and a trailblazer.  He served the country as a Navy flyer in World War II and wore the wings to prove it—every day.  And probably he would've liked everyone here to notice that his funeral fell on an important historical date for him—Pearl Harbor Day.  As a trailblazer he was also the first member of Opus Dei in the United States, the first American priest of Opus Dei, and we hold him in high esteem for that—so many of us.  In 1949, St. Josemaria Escriva sent Fr. Joseph Muzquiz and Sal Ferigle, who later became Fr. Sal, to start Opus Dei in Chicago.  There they met twenty-five-year-old Dick Rieman.  He was introduced to Fr. Joseph and Sal and quickly became their friends.  At that time, they had their first and only center near the University of Chicago—a small house.  They had no money, no contacts, no resources. They barely spoke English.

They wanted to close in a doorway off the driveway in the brick house.  They asked Dick, “Can you get us some bricks for this job?”  It was just sort of a test of his commitment and generosity. Days passed. No Father Dick, no bricks.  Days passed and there was no word from Fr Dick either.  Then one day his car showed up almost scraping the ground—it was so low.  The car was weighed down with all the bricks they needed.  Don't know where he got them.  Don’t ask any questions. 

Fr. Dick’s joy and cheerfulness was reinforced by a life changing experience he had in meeting and living with St. Josemaria Escriva.  The founder of Opus Dei in the 1950s—this modern saint—won Fr. Dick over with his joy, his love for Jesus.  He taught it to Fr. Dick; Fr. Dick learned.  He got it.  St. Josemaria’s indomitable faith in Jesus led him to open a new path of holiness and apostolate in the Church, especially among lay people, but also for priests—and doing so in era when the Church was under attack from all sides.  Nothing could stop St. Josemaria, as he spread Opus Dei around the world because he believed in Jesus and loved him.  And if some of you have seen the short videos of Fr. Dick that are on the Opus Dei website and I invite you to look—if you haven't seen them—very brief videos.  He never forgot that contagious joy of St. Josemaria

And he learned from him to value friendship as a key to apostolate.  Something that Jesus himself teaches us.  A Bishop called me this week, to offer his condolences for the loss of Fr. Dick.  He said that back in the late sixties and early seventies, he was a chaplain with Fr. Dick in a small college in Boston.  It was a time of turmoil for the Church.  He said he owed a great debt to Fr. Dick—a debt of gratitude for spiritual direction, friendship.  And in those years when many people were losing their way, Fr. Dick always was there to reassure him and keep him on course.

Besides the teachers, staff, students, and parents at Montrose, Fr. Dick loved sports, outdoor activities.  He loved to play baseball, golf, hockey, whatever.  To root for the home teams in Boston, to mix it up with athletes and coaches at Harvard whom he valued as dear friends—so many coaches, so many athletes.  He had a great gift for friendship as so many of you Montrose parents and friends know.  And he treasured your friendships.  Fr. Dick was the founding chaplain of Montrose and stayed with the school and the girls and all involved there through four campuses in 40 years. He really left his heart at Montrose—his love—his love for you.  Maybe that’s why he lasted so long.  He loved to be with the girls.  He bragged to me over and over again whenever I saw him about Montrose, how great their choir was—whom we are hearing—how angelic their singing was at daily Mass—how tremendous the teachers were—the sports teams and sports programs.  He really gave unconditional love to all at Montrose.  Certainly, all of us here can reflect on the blessing of knowing Fr. Dick.  And I think that's why so many are here today.  So many of you grew up from being little girls to young women with Fr. Dick at your side.  So many of us in Opus Dei owe a great debt of gratitude to this pioneer of Opus Dei in his faithfulness.

So, perhaps a good question for many of us now is what would Fr. Dick say to you today?— because in a real way he is here—continues in the body of Christ with us.  He's not far from us. I think he would say, pray for me!  Have Masses said for me!  He wanted so much go to heaven.
 We can ask that God will forgive him for his sins and welcome him into heaven.  What a great thing it would be if he could say—Holy Christmas!—and be with Mary and Jesus and St. Josemaria and Blessed Alvaro—for a great get together in heaven when Christmas arrives this year.  And find also there Dory, Elizabeth, and others there as well.

But he would also smile and encourage you to recall what you learned at Montrose and to think about others and aim for that victory on the true Miracle Field of heaven.  And you can be sure of this: that you will have a grand cheerleader on the sidelines as you go through the joys and sorrows of this journey of life!  Amen.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

When I was a teacher years ago, students used to say, "that's not fair!"  I would answer (with humor) the following:

Life is not fair.

Some people are tall, and
some people are short.

Some people are fat, and
some people are thin.

Some people are handsome like myself, and
some people are not. 

Monday, October 1, 2018

October 1: St. Thérèse of Lisieux (Doctor of the Church)

St. Thérèse is my favorite saint.  Every year on my annual retreat, I reread her autobiography.  St. Thérèse was a little soul with a big love for God.  She could not show her love for Our Lord in big ways, so she did so in small ways: checked her self will in this or that, gave a person a smile, etc.  It brings to mind Point. 173 in the Way:

# 173
That joke you did not tell; the cheerful smile for those who bother you; that silence when you're unjustly accused; your friendly conversation with people you find boring and tactless; the daily effort to overlook one irritating detail or another in the persons who live with you... this, with perseverance, is indeed solid interior mortification.

St. Josemaria read St. Thérèse's  autobiography (Story of a Soul) and was influenced by her.  I recommend you take to your personal prayer these two chapters in the Way:

Spiritual Childhood
Life of Childhood

It is fitting that the feast of St. Thérèse be on the eve of the founding of Opus Dei on October 2, 1928.  

Friday, April 6, 2018


The Easter Eect and How It Changed the World
The first Christians were baffled by what they called ‘the Resurrection.’ Their struggle to understand it brought about astonishing success for their faith

By George Weigel   March 30, 2018
THE WALL STREET JOURNAL

In the year 312, just before his victory at the Battle of the Milvian Bridge won him the undisputed leadership of the Roman Empire, Constantine the Great had a heavenly vision of Christian symbols. That augury led him, a year later, to end all legal sanctions on the public profession of Christianity.
Or so a pious tradition has it.

But there’s a more mundane explanation for Constantine’s decision:  He was a politician who had shrewdly decided to join the winning side. By the early 4th century, Christians likely counted for between a quarter and a half of the population of the Roman Empire, and their exponential growth seemed likely to continue.

How did this happen? How did a ragtag band of nobodies from the far edges of the Mediterranean world become such a dominant force in just two and a half centuries? The historical sociology of this extraordinary phenomenon has been explored by Rodney Stark of Baylor University, who argues that Christianity modeled a nobler way of life than what was on oer elsewhere in the rather brutal society of the day. In Christianity, women were respected as they weren’t in classical culture and played a critical role in bringing men to the faith and attracting converts. In an age of plagues, the readiness of Christians to care for all the sick, not just their own, was a factor, as was the impressive witness to faith of countless martyrs.

Christianity also grew from within because Christians had larger families, a byproduct of their faith’s prohibition of contraception, abortion and infanticide.

For theologians who like to think that arguments won the day for the Christian faith, this sort of historical reconstruction is not particularly gratifying, but it makes a lot of human sense. Prof. Stark’s analysis still leaves us with a question, though: How did all that modeling of a compelling, alternative way of life get started? And that, in turn, brings us back to that gaggle of nobodies in the early first century A.D. and what happened to them.

What happened to them was the Easter Eect.

There is no accounting for the rise of Christianity without weighing the revolutionary eect on those nobodies of what they called “the Resurrection”: their encounter with the one whom they embraced as the Risen Lord, whom they first knew as the itinerant Jewish rabbi, Jesus of Nazareth, and who died an agonizing and shameful death on a Roman cross outside Jerusalem. As N.T. Wright, one of the Anglosphere’s pre-eminent biblical scholars, makes clear, that first generation answered the question of why they were Christians with a straightforward answer: because Jesus was raised from the dead.

Now that, as some disgruntled listeners once complained about Jesus’ preaching, is “a hard saying.” It was no less challenging two millennia ago than it is today. And one of the most striking things about the New Testament accounts of Easter, and what followed in the days immediately after Easter, is that the Gospel writers and editors carefully preserved the memory of the first Christians’ baement, skepticism and even fright about what had happened to their former teacher and what was happening to them.

 In Mark’s gospel, Mary Magdalene and other women in Jesus’ entourage find his tomb empty and a young man sitting nearby telling them that “Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified… has risen; he is not here.” But they had no idea what that was all about, “and went out and fled from the tomb…[and] said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.”

Two disciples walking to Emmaus from Jerusalem on Easter afternoon haven’t a clue as to who’s talking with them along their way, interpreting the scriptures and explaining Jesus’ suering as part of his messianic mission. They don’t even recognize who it is that sits down to supper with them until he breaks bread and asks a blessing: “…and their eyes were opened and they recognized him.” They high- tail it back to Jerusalem to tell the other friends of Jesus, who report that Peter has had a similarly strange experience, but when “Jesus himself stood among them…they were startled and frightened, and supposed that they saw a ghost.”

Some time later, Peter, John and others in Jesus’ core group are fishing on the Sea of Tiberias. “Jesus stood on the beach,” we are told, “yet the disciples did not know that it was Jesus.” At the very end of these post-Easter accounts, those whom we might expect to have been the first to grasp what was afoot are still skeptical. When that core group of Jesus’ followers goes back to Galilee, they see him, “but some doubted.”

This remarkable and deliberate recording of the first Christians’ incomprehension of what they insisted was the irreducible bottom line of their faith teaches us two things. First, it tells us that the early Christians were confident enough about what they called the Resurrection that (to borrow from Prof. Wright) they were prepared to say something like, “I know this sounds ridiculous, but it’s what happened.” And the second thing it tells us is that it took time for the first Christians to figure out what the events of Easter meant—not only for Jesus but for themselves. As they worked that out, their thinking about a lot of things changed profoundly, as Prof. Wright and Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI help us to understand in their biblical commentaries.

 ‘The Easter Eect impelled them to bring a new standard of equality into the world. ’
 The way they thought about time and history changed. During Jesus’ public ministry, many of his followers shared in the Jewish messianic expectations of the time: God would soon work something grand for his people in Israel, liberating them from their oppressors and bringing about a new age in which (as Isaiah had prophesied) the nations would stream to the mountain of the Lord and history would end. The early Christians came to understand that the cataclysmic, world-redeeming act that God had promised had taken place at Easter. God’s Kingdom had come not at the end of time but within time—and that had changed the texture of both time and history. History continued, but those shaped by the Easter Eect became the people who knew how history was going to turn out. Because of that, they could live dierently. The Easter Eect impelled them to bring a new standard of equality into the world and to embrace death as martyrs if necessary— because they knew, now, that death did not have the final word in the human story.

The way they thought about “resurrection” changed. Pious Jews taught by the reforming Pharisees of Jesus’ time believed in the resurrection of the dead. Easter taught the first Christians, who were all pious Jews, that this resurrection was not the resuscitation of a corpse, nor did it involve the decomposition of a corpse. Jesus’ tomb was empty, but the Risen Lord appeared to his disciples in a transformed body. Those who first experienced the Easter Eect would not have put it in these terms, but as their understanding of what had happened to Jesus and to themselves grew, they grasped that (as Benedict XVI put it in “Jesus of Nazareth– Holy Week”) there had been an “evolutionary leap” in the human condition. A new way of being had been encountered in the manifestly human but utterly dierent life of the one they met as the Risen Lord. That insight radically changed all those who embraced it.

Which brings us to the next manifestation of the Easter Eect among the first Christians: The way they thought about their responsibilities changed. What had happened to Jesus, they slowly began to grasp, was not just about their former teacher and friend; it was about all of them. His destiny was their destiny. So not only could they face opposition, scorn and even death with confidence; they could oer to others the truth and the fellowship they had been given. Indeed, they had to do so, to be faithful to what they had experienced. Christian mission is inconceivable without Easter. And that mission would eventually lead these sons and daughters of Abraham to the conviction that the promise that God had made to the People of Israel had been extended to those who were not sons and daughters of Abraham. Because of Easter, the gentiles, too, could be embraced in a relationship—a covenant—with the one God, which was embodied in righteous living.

 The way they thought about worship and its temporal rhythms changed. For the Jews who were the first members of the Jesus movement, nothing was more sacrosanct than the Sabbath, the seventh day of rest and worship. The Sabbath was enshrined in creation, for God himself had rested on the seventh day. The Sabbath’s importance as a key behavioral marker of the People of God had been rearmed in the Ten Commandments. Yet these first Christians, all Jews, quickly fixed Sunday as the “Lord’s Day,” because Easter had been a Sunday. Benedict XVI draws out the crucial point here:
“Only an event that marked souls indelibly could bring about such a profound realignment of the religious culture of the week. Mere theological speculations could not have achieved this... [The] celebration of the Lord’s day, which was characteristic of the Christian community from the outset, is one of the most convincing proofs that something extraordinary happened [at Easter]—the discovery of the empty tomb and the encounter with the Risen Lord.”

Without the Easter Eect, there is really no explaining why there was a winning side—the Christian side—for Constantine the Great to choose. That eect, as Prof. Wright puts it, begins with, and is incomprehensible without, the first Christians’ conviction that “Jesus of Nazareth was raised bodily to a new sort of life, three days after his execution.” Recognizing that does not, of course, convince everyone. Nor does it end the mystery of Easter. The first Christians, like Christians today, cannot fully comprehend resurrected life: the life depicted in the Gospels of a transphysical body that can eat, drink and be touched but that also appears and disappears, unbothered by obstacles like doors and distance.

Nor does Easter mean that everything is always going to turn out just fine, for there is still work to be done in history. As Benedict XVI put it in his 2010 Easter message: “Easter does not work magic. Just as the Israelites found the desert awaiting them on the far side of the Red Sea, so the Church, after the Resurrection, always finds history filled with joy and hope, grief and anguish. And yet this history is changed…it is truly open to the future.”    Which perhaps oers one final insight into the question with which we began: How did the Jesus movement, beginning on the margins of civilization and led by people of seeming inconsequence, end up being what Constantine regarded as the winning side?

However important the role of sociological factors in explaining why Christianity carried the day, there also was that curious and inexplicable joy that marked the early Christians, even as they were being marched o to execution. Was that joy simply delusion? Denial?
Perhaps it was the Easter Eect: the joy of people who had become convinced that they were witnesses to something inexplicable but nonetheless true. Something that gave a superabundance of meaning to life and that erased the fear of death. Something that had to be shared. Something with which to change the world.


Mr. Weigel is distinguished senior fellow at the Ethics and Public Policy Center, where he holds the William E. Simon Chair in Catholic Studies.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Great-Grandchildren
1. Serena
2. Arabella
3. Ryan
4. Miranda
5. Zachary
6. Hailee
7. Addison
8. Jack
9. Nina
10. Lyla
11. Anthony Joseph
12. Christian
13. Julia
14. Alayna
15. Kelsey
16. Jonah
17. Emma
18. Mazie Lynn
19. Daniel Eli
20. Joseph
21. Francis