For more than two years, I’ve had him in the ol’ pea brain’s draft folder, waiting, waiting, waiting until today.
Growing up, one of my classmates asked, “Who’s your birthday saint?”
“I was given the name of the saint on whose feast day I was born,” the girl said. “Weren’t you?”
“No, I was named after mom’s mother.”
(Beautiful sisters. Grandmother is pictured on the left with Elvira. Just look at those hardworking hands! What a beautiful, resilient spirit!)
When I created our church website, May 2008, I included a page on saints that I quickly filled with lots of web links. Then, April of the following year I came across St. Anselm for the first time and was especially taken with his intercessory prayer to St. Nicholas.
Your fame calls to me, your miracles send me to your intercession, your works draw me to seek your help. But why do I speak about your miracles, when your power now is greater than them all? Why do I recount what you have done, when before God you now have supreme grace? (St. Anselm,
What a noble gesture to sing someone else’s high praises! What confidence to call on St. Nicholas, our beloved Santa Claus! I could certainly relate. I received my special delivery from Santa within a year’s time after writing my first letter ever to him, Christmas Eve 2004, so I know firsthand of St. Nicholas’s intercessory power.
St. Anselm turned out to be a fascinating read, but I stepped away to reflect on his writings for a while longer. Then, rather conveniently, I forgot about the post I’d intended to write… until the proverbial rose leaf fell on this Chicken Little’s noggin.
Grandfather was born on April 21st, St. Anselm’s feast day! So was he named for his birthday saint?
Late August of last year, Steven and I stopped by the old Esparza cemetery on Hwy 281 to visit dad’s and granddad’s gravesites. Between 1970 and 2004, their headstones had been in the same place. So I’d never expected to find their headstones moved from their original spots.
Overcome with grief and disappointment, I was angry. Do their resting places mean nothing to anyone but me?
Consoling myself by walking around the cemetery, I recalled previous visits alone and with the kids as I instinctively did what I’ve always done, leaning forward to touch each of the two headstones. I spoke softly, first to granddad, then to dad, about their lives in the small rural community and their significance in my life. Being there I’ve always felt connected to them, as if they’re alive in parallel universes from which they can hear and see me.
Trying hard to hold back the tears, I thought about so much more than I said.
I love you. I love you more than you’ll ever know. I never had the chance to tell you. I miss you sooo much. I don’t think that will ever change. Coming here is the next best thing to having you close. You walked these grounds during your lifetime just as I’m doing today. I don’t know when I’ll be back this way again, but I know you’re always with me. I feel your love whether I’m here or not. We’re always together mind, heart, and soul. I’m forever grateful that, through you, I’ve come to understand God’s love for me.
Dad left El Ranchito when he married mom, and his body returned for burial four months short of their seventh wedding anniversary.
My great-grandmother died the following year, so my grandfather moved in with his brother’s family. Then he died a year later. According to mom, Great-grandmother Paz and Grandfather Anselmo had vowed from the beginning— dad’s mom had died right after his birth— to be there for my father until he died. And they kept their word!
Dad and my grandfather were buried at the Esparza cemetery because my uncle, a very thoughtful, generous man, was married to an Esparza and lived across the highway from the cemetery. Tío Pancho loved his brother and his nephew so much that he wanted them nearby, if only in spirit. Now he’s buried there, too, next to his wife. So it’s only fitting that their collective final resting place should be the same cemetery.
As for Grandfather’s name? There’s no one alive who could tell me stories about his growing up, much less about his name. I’d like to think that being born on St. Anselm’s feast day was reason enough for his parents to name him Anselmo.
St. Anselm’s big day kept getting closer and closer, but I was so sure I’d get the post written in one day that I focused on other creative tasks until the day before.
Oh, my gosh! Was I ever wrong, as in wr-r-rong!
Reading the first online article, reality smacked me in the face. I immediately knew two things: why I’d put St. Anselm on the back burner for two years and why writing the post was going to take time. Time to calm down. Time to analyze and evaluate. Time to come to terms with St. Anselm’s illogical reasoning.
I tried, but I just went round and round refuting points three and four of St. Anselm’s ontological argument (1087).
(1) God is the greatest being imaginable. (2) In the mind and/or in reality, no one exists who’s greater than God. (3) If God exists in the mind and in reality, that cinches the deal: God is real. The same is true if God exists only in the mind. On the other hand, if the mind thinks of the greatest being imaginable— and that being isn’t God— then that being isn’t real.
(4) Therefore, God is real because he exists in reality and in the mind.
“If St. Anselm had presented his proposal to Dr. Weber [my dissertation methodologist at the University of Houston], he never would’ve earned his doctorate,” I told Steven. “His logic doesn’t make sense! How ridiculous to try to prove that God is real! Then to have others agree that his theory’s based on a legitimate premise? Hogwash! It doesn’t fly! God is based on faith, and faith can’t be measured. So God’s existence can’t be scientifically supported. Besides, one either believes or doesn’t.”
On and on I jabbered to Steven who was partly listening and mostly enjoying his computer games on his side of the room.
“You know, darling, I would’ve been okay accepting St. Anselm’s theory to a point. God’s real because I have faith, but to say that I have faith because God’s real? No. God’s an abstraction. And, even though we acknowledge him as creator of all, he’s not real like us. He’s in a category all by himself. So how can we lesser beings prove anything about him?”
I continued with my online reading while reflecting out loud.
“Just this morning I came across a painting of the crucifixion of Jesus on the ‘Picturing God’ page of Ignatian Spirituality online and realized something. I don’t picture God on the cross. Jesus is on the cross. God is totally different from Jesus, just as the Holy Spirit is different from both of them. The three are related as the Holy Trinity, but they’re three distinct entities. And another thing: If God were real, we’d know what he looks like. How does one visualize God when no one’s seen him? My perception of God is uniquely different from yours and everyone else’s because it’s based not only on my imagination, but also on my personal relationship with him.”
The dilemma kept growing like James’s peach instead of resolving itself somehow.
I very much would’ve welcomed a peaceful night’s rest with a fresh start in the morning, but it wasn’t going to happen. God wanted me to experience discomforting disequilibrium a bit longer. Nevertheless, I distanced myself from St. Anselm and went to bed.
Coming to terms
I’d hoped for clarity on waking, but I didn’t get it. For most of the morning, I struggled with accepting St. Anselm’s ideas. Yet the more I thought about his logic, the more I began to understand his perspective.
Over [nine-hundred] years have passed since Anselm described the ontological argument. Many people have refuted it [while] some have fervently defended it. Today, there are still those who think the reasoning of Anselm is, more or less, reasonable (Villa, n. d.).
While I disagree with St. Anselm’s calling me and others like me fools, I can certainly admire his passion for so zealously wanting to build community within God’s kingdom.
Loyalty means not that I agree with everything you say or that I believe you are always right. Loyalty means that I share a common ideal with you and, regardless of minor differences, we fight for it, shoulder to shoulder, confident in one another’s good faith, trust, constancy, and affection (Menninger, 2002).
St. Anselm loved God so much that he wanted others to believe unquestioningly. Without struggling. Yet even Thomas doubted, and God didn’t love him any less.
Then [Jesus] said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it in my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe.” Thomas answered and said to him, “My Lord and my God!” Jesus said to him, “Have you come to believe because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed” (John 20:27-29; Confraternity of Christian Doctrine, 1970).
Saturday morning I woke up knowing I’d replace the Crucifixion as the “picturing God” widget on the church blog, but the new photo had to meet my SJC criteria: a nature scene at our church.
But what qualifies as a true representation of God?
I’ve taken thousands of photos since rejoining St. Joseph’s late April 2008; so that’s quite a mental catalog to peruse, not to mention actual time looking through photo files.
Thinking about St. Anselm while pondering the essence of God, I serendipitously recalled our standing with Fr. Frank outside the front entrance at church before nine o’clock Mass…
Quite unexpectedly the day’s brightness ominously darkened as the sun played peekaboo on a whim. Coolpix ready I turned to look, capturing sun rays emanating from gray-blue clouds like luminous arms interjecting a heavenward hallelujah.
Awestruck, I surrendered my undivided attention to God’s glorious, dramatic presence. Sans proof.
Seeking God… O Lord, my God, teach my heart this day where and how to see you, where and how to find you. You have made me and remade me; you have bestowed on me all the good things I possess and, still, I do not know you. I have not yet done that for which I was made. Teach me to seek you, for I cannot seek you unless you teach me or find you unless you show yourself to me. Let me seek you in my desire; let me desire you in my seeking. Let me find you by loving you; let me love you when I find you. Amen (St. Anselm).
To the saint whose name I bear… My holy patron saint, your name was given to me in Baptism, that I should often think of you and endeavor to please God as you did in your life on earth. It is my sincere desire to imitate your virtues and… one day join you in heaven singing God’s praises forever and ever.
Often I have been called by your name, but seldom have I shown your constant zeal in striving for holiness of life. Henceforth, I promise with God’s grace to reject all that is evil and to promote all that is good. I petition you, my holy patron saint of God, to intercede for me that I, like you, may one day enjoy the bliss of being numbered among God’s saints for all eternity. Amen (Favorite Patron Saints, The Leaflet Missal Company, n. d., p. 27).
April 26, 2011
Today I received Father Robert’s perfectly timed daily inspiration, “God is Love,” from the Dominican Shrine of Saint Jude Thaddeus in Chicago.
“We have come to know and have believed the love which God has for us. God is love; the one who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him” (1 John 4:16).
The most profound way in which we can understand the nature of God is to read the letter from the beloved apostle John. The word “love” is repeated over and over again in describing what he knew about God. He tells us “God is love.” It is love that is the reason for all that God has done for us. The creation of the world, the sending of his beloved Son, Jesus’s death on the cross, and his final glorification and our sanctification are all signs of God’s love spilling forth from the love contained in the Blessed Trinity. When we hear that “God abides in us,” we are being told that the living presence of God permeates our entire being. That is how close we are to God. Therefore, we can trust God and savor his unfailing love for each one of us. God loves us so much.
April 27, 2011
Nothing ever becomes real until it is experienced. Even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it (John Keats, 1795-1821).
November 29, 2013
The Jewish view of God is not static or frozen in any time or place. It is constantly growing, changing, expanding. For even though God is constant, people are forever growing and developing. So each person in each generation must discover, understand, describe, and relate to God in his or her own way out of his or her own life experiences (Dosick, 1995, p. 9).
September 9, 2014
“Seek God and endeavor to find him in all things” (St. Peter Claver).
January 8, 2015
We can believe what we choose. We are answerable for what we choose to believe (Blessed John Henry Newman).
February 13, 2015
“Nothing is sweeter than love— nothing stronger, nothing higher, nothing more generous, nothing more pleasant, nothing fuller or better in heaven or earth— for love proceeds from God and cannot rest but in God above all things created” (St. Thérèse of Lisieux).
February 24, 2015
“God must be loved first in order that one’s neighbor, too, may be loved in God”
(St. Bernard of Clairvaux).
April 1, 2015
“To treat human nature as simply separate from God, and thus to attempt to construct a civil society without reference to God, is to treat of a thing that does not exist and to attempt to build a society upon that fiction” (Anthony Esolen, 2014).
April 13, 2015
“Unless you believe you will not understand” (St. Augustine of Hippo).
April 21, 2015
O man, why do you roam about so far in search of good things for soul and body? Love the one good, in whom all goods are contained, and that will satisfy you! (St. Anselm).
June 4, 2015
“But when you take the leap to look at the world through the eyes of faith, you start seeing God’s fingerprints everywhere, creating connections so subtle, so delicate, they might pass unseen” (Cari Donaldson, Pope Awesome & other stories).
December 16, 2015
“He who does that which is displeasing to himself has discovered the secret of pleasing God” (St. Anselm).
July 15, 2016
St. Thomas teaches that love is like fire. It produces a flame, and the flame of love is zeal. If the fire burns intensely, then the flame will also be intense and devouring. True apostolic zeal is the spontaneous result, the normal fruit of the intimate contact of the soul with God through love. The more a soul is united to God by love, the more it becomes enveloped in the flame of his charity, participating in his infinite love for men, in his eternal zeal for their salvation; thus it necessarily becomes apostolic (Father Gabriel, Divine Intimacy).
September 21, 2016
God doesn’t let himself get caught in titles, names and facts. But he lets himself be suspected. And therefore it is only the one who prays to God, quite possibly the one who searches for silence himself, who can recognize him in the many little ideas, meetings, and happenings on the way (From Henri Nouwen: His Life and Spirit).
February 12, 2017
God is not an idea or a concept for you to grasp. God is not something to be studied or something to define. No definition would be wide enough. God can never be fully contained by words or be understood by the human mind. You cannot define God but you can be with God. You can know God (Paula D’Arcy in The Divine Spark).
Links of interest… Best description of God, ever… Christian faith is not blind belief… Doubting Thomas & faith in the resurrection… El Ranchito cemeteries: Esparza / Zepeda… Genealogy: find a grave / online TX records… God is an artist… God or man? asks Nicea Council… God’s world & our place in it (book)… Handing down the faith: Catholicism is caught, not taught… How a little healthy self-doubt helped me stop doubting God… How to prove that God doesn’t exist… James & the giant peach… Life of Jesus (crucifixion)… On being human & the need to wonder… Picturing God (finding God – Ignatian Spirituality – in all things)… Saints: birthday / date / heroes / name / patron / quote of the day… St. Anselm: ABC’s / about / archbishop / Benedictine monk / biography / bishop & doctor / desire for the vision of God / on God’s existence / ontological argument & criticism / philosopher / prayer (to St. Nicholas) / saint / seeking satisfaction & mercy / slave of religious liberty / theologian (more) / timeline… St. Fidelis: about / biography / Capuchin / feast (Apr 24) / Mark Roy / martyr / memorial / prayer (more / readings) / profile… St. Frances of Rome: Finding God in the little things… St. Nicholas: bishop / chaplet / feast / prayers / rosary / saint / society / who he is… St. Thomas: Seeing is not believing… Waiting for God… Wisdom of Wolves: book / how wolves change rivers / movie from Simple Truths…
WP posts… Concrete abstraction… Dear God… For all time… Gifts… Letter to Santa… Lingering memory… Little gifts… Making meaning… Mourning joy… One prayer… Soulful… St. Anselm Church… St. Jude novena… Two takes… Undeniable familiarity
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