Sharon McKenna - Receive All as Christ

February 6th, 2010

I found the following short bio in the book “Strength is What Remains” by Tracy Kidder.  The book is about a Burundian refugee’s horrific experiences in his homeland and in New York.  While the story of Deo is very inspirational, it is the life of one of side characters that really haunts me:

“Sharon (McKenna) grew up in Norwich, Vermont, in an Irish Catholic family, a little strapped for cash, and frugal.  He parents managed to send her to Wellesley College, where she would have been in the class of 1960, but once she discovered her vocation, she transferred to the Catholic school Manhattanville.  She traveled some, in Europe and the Middle East.  In late 1960, she entered a Benedictine convent in Connecticut.  Speaking of that convent, she told me, “I always say that, just for me, that was not the right place.”  She said this with a trace of irony, I noticed, even though it had taken her thirty years of cloistered life to decide the place wasn’t right.

Sharon began to think of leaving the convent when the abbess launched the construction of an elegant building to replace their rather makeshift quarters.  She remembered thinking, “Gee, I thought we were supposed to be living simply, the way we all should.  Let’s share with people who have nothing.”

Her parents had subscribed to The Catholic Worker, a dangerous organ of left-wing Catholicism to some, and to others an extension of the ideas of the Sermon on the Mount.  Sharon grew up reading it.  She didn’t regret her years at the convent.  She had learned a great deal.  Among other things, she seemed to say, she’d found that she yearned to play a little part in the affairs of the world.  She had received dispensation to resign as a nun, but still wore her ring from consecration.  She had come to New York without a job or even many clothes and had found her way to St. Thomas More.  She was paid a small salary to do various jobs at the church–taking care of flowers for the sanctuary, help at wedding rehearsals.  She also taught Sunday school to the four- and five-year-olds.

Sharon believed her job in life was to discover the abilities she had received and use them “in a deep, giving spirit,” for the glory of God.  She threw herself into all her jobs, but she spent at least as much time in her self-appointed role, which was receiving people who came to the church in distress.  The supply was abundant even on the Upper East Side.  “I feel this is just being a Benedictine in another situation,” she said.  The prescriptions for receiving guests were lad out in chapter 66 of the sixth-century Rule of St. Benedict.  The basic instruction was simple:  “Receive all as Christ.”  the porter, the doorkeeper, should respond to visitors with “all the gentleness of the fear of God.”  I took it that, at least in part, Sharon had left her Benedictine convent in order to become a Benedictine doorkeeper.

The job entailed a certain amount of potential embarrassment and I had the feeling that, for her, embarrassment was sometimes a temptation.  She told me that not long ago a well-to-do friend, parishioner, had seen her pushing a shopping cart full of used clothes for the needy toward the church, and had told her that this just wasn’t done.  Respectable people just didn’t push shopping carts down the sidewalks of Fifth or Madison Avenue.  “Well, maybe they don’t,” Sharon told me she had replied.  “But I do, I don’t care.”  Not long ago, she told me, a man had staggered into the sanctuary in the pangs of drug withdrawal and collapsed writhing on the floor, and as she knelt over him first kneading his shoulders and legs, then pounding on them to try to loosen his cramps, she was thinking, “If someone comes into the church right now and sees this, they’ll wonder, ‘What the heck is going on?’  But I don’t care.”

She didn’t discriminate among the needy people who arrived at the door, she said.  Whatever troubles they brought, she took them on, if she could, and none of the people bored her.  Not, for instance, the retarded lady with whom she lived for several years after the pastor at St. Thomas More decided he no long wanted women living in the rectory.  The retarded woman didn’t bathe, her apartment was crammed with garbage and junk, and it took about six months for Sharon to get the woman and her place cleaned up, but she didn’t mind any of it, she insisted.  She’d tell herself, “Hey, this is some adventure here.  What kind of headway can we make here?”  She thought of what she did offering undifferentiated help to anybody.”  “It boils down to whoever walks into my life.”  There were the “druggies,” who were afraid to come into the rectory.  And the woman who hadn’t been in a church for 20 years but told Sharon she was aching now to go to confession.  And the homeless lady, a paranoid schizophrenic, who would lie down on a pew as if on a park bench–the church authorities had finally decided they had to throw her out.

Sharon still befriended her and all the other, and felt glad to them when they arrived.”

Camus: Catcher of the Sun

February 5th, 2010

While I was on my Mormon mission in the Franco-Belgian area in the 1960s, I found somebody’s list of the 100 most important novels of western civilization.  On the list were two novels by the french writer Albert Camus:  The Stranger (or The Outsider) and the Plague.  I purchased a copy of The Stranger and in short order read it.  I found it very compelling, perhaps in the same way other young people find J. D. Salinger’s “Catcher in the Rye” haunting.

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In Memoria - Alan Turing

February 3rd, 2010

“The legacy of (Alan) Turing the mathematician rises above any possible sensationalism.  His contributions were supremely elegant and foundational.  He gifted us with wild leaps of invention, including much mathematical underpinnings of digital computation.  The highest award in computer science, our Nobel Prize, is name for him.

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Organized Chaos

February 3rd, 2010

The Sunday before last, there was a one-hour tribute on 60 Minutes to the recently deceased Don Hewitt.  Don created and was the inspiration behind TV’s longest running show: 60 Minutes.  While I don’t usually watch shows that pat themselves on the back, this one caught my eye.  Unfortunately I didn’t get to see the whole show.

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And Let There Be Light

February 3rd, 2010

The following is an excerpt from an article by Peggy Fletcher Stack which originally was published in the SLTrib on Feb 13th, 2009:

(Daniel) “Fairbanks (associate dean at UVU in Orem) believes with most biologists that evolution is the unifying theory in the field. . . .

Last year, Fairbanks published an acclaimed primer called Relics of Eden:  The Powerful Evidence of Evolution in Human DNA.  It has been hailed by scientists and religious figures alike.

“We are obligated to examine experimental data and interpret it in an objective way, without allowing nonscientific beliefs to influence our interpretations,” Fairbanks (a Mormon) says.  “As more information comes along, we revise those interpretations.”

“But that is no reason to reject God or Mormon scriptures, which, he says, explain why God created the world, not how.

You run into a problem if you try to interpret scriptures too literally.  Where do you draw the line?” Fairbanks asks.  “I just don’t bother to draw the line.  I look at the Bible as a guide on how to live my life.  I don’t try to fit it with a particular historical framework.”"

Telethon as Funeral

January 30th, 2010

Last Friday night (Jan 22nd), there was an all-star telethon on all 4 major television networks in support of the relief and rebuilding efforts in Haiti.  The program alternated between sad stories read by big-time actors and mornful tunes sung by big-time performers.  All were dressed in somber dark gray or black.  Interspersed was an occasional report from Haiti.  Even though I wanted to like the program, it was about as exciting as a funeral.

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Rowdy in Detroit

January 30th, 2010

A few nights ago, I rewatched Clint Eastwood’s “Gran Torino.”  I love this movie.  It is rated “R,” principally for language.  At times, it seems like every other word is either a racial slur, the f-bomb, or a crude swear word.  Although it sounds almost obscene, I found myself laughing at some of the absurd and creative uses of racial epitaphs.

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Full Court Press

January 23rd, 2010

Two articles in this week’s periodicals paint a less-than-flattering image of official and unofficial Mormons.  The first appeared in Time Magazine in a review of the movie “The Book of Eli.”  The second was the lead article (complete with cover photograph) in the National Geographic.  I have no particular comment on either article, but it is interesting to see how we are portrayed in the popular press.

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Can’t Get Your Kicks on Route 666 . . . Anymore

January 13th, 2010

As you drive into Monticello, Utah, which I do frequently, there is one solitary stop light.  In fact, it is the only stop light in San Juan County.  A few years ago, if you’d have turned toward the east, you’d have been on US 666 headed for Colorado and then New Mexico (the Four Corners areas).  You’d first be crossing pinto bean country and then into the Navajo Nation.

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Movie Magic

January 12th, 2010

Below is a list of lesser-known movies that I recommend:

  • Pi - Faith in Chaos (Darren Aronofsky director)  1998
  • Twin Falls Idaho (Michael Polish director) 1999
  • Sling Blade (Billy Bob Thorton director) 1996
  • Run Lola Run (German, Tom Tykwer director) 1998
  • The Station Agent (Thomas McCarthy director) 2005
  • Gattaca (Andrew Niccol director) 1997
  • Being John Malkovich (Spike Jonze director) 1999
  • Kundun (Martin Scorsese director) 1997
  • Sideways (Alexander Payne director) 2005
  • Defending Your Life (Albert Brooks director) 1991
  • Three Kings (David O. Russell director) 1999
  • Ulee’s Gold (Victor Nunez director) 1999
  • Hideous Kinky (Gillies Mackinnon director) 1999

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