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About Ronald Patrick Raab, C.S.C.

Ronald Raab, C.S.C.,serves as religious superior at Holy Cross House, a medical and retirement home for the Congregation of Holy Cross, Notre Dame, Indiana

The Longest Night 2021: Remembering Our Homeless Dead in Colorado Springs, CO.

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The Longest Night. Tuesday December 21, 2021. 5:30pm. Colorado Springs, CO. Ronald Raab, CSC

Tonight, we enter the longest darkness.

We wait together for promised light.

We wait to clearly see the meaning of life

As we remember the deaths of our sisters and brothers.

Tonight, our memories recall

Steve Handen, our brother, who stood on this ground

For so many years, inviting us to become light,

So that others may be warmed by our fire.

He challenges us still to breathe deeply into

The justice we long for, the hope

That awakens in the darkness.  

Tonight, we breathe the mystery of life.

We see our breath in the cold

And we hear our words of grief

That come from quivering lips.

Our shallow breaths hold sustained grief.

Tonight, in long darkness, we weep,

For our nameless who died alone.

For our neighbors who died without comfort, care, or affection.

For our people whose stories were not known to us.

For our sisters who huddled under doorways, fearful of being raped.

For our brothers who were too mentally ill to cry out their need.

For our friends who curled up near campfires to stay warm as cold slayed them.

For the stranger who huddled under a bridge taking his last breath.

For people who starved to death.

For a mother who died because she could not afford healthcare.

For a brother who could not tame his inner voices of suicide.

For our adults who were abused as children and never recovered.

For our brothers who carried their belongs on their backs and died of exhaustion.

For those who closed their eyes for the last time never seeing justice or tenderness.

For those who died of fright, whose bodies never relaxed on earth.

For our brothers who died on the street corner in daylight.  

For acquaintances who drank themselves to death in a cold tent.

For our sisters who never found love.

For our brother who died covered in feces and filth after years of depression.

For our neighbors murdered in homeless camps.

For our brother who died of bladder cancer without a change of clothing.

For a friend who died waiting for a tender lover.

For our brothers who found acceptance at the end of needles.

For those who waited for a second chance and died in regret.

For over ninety marginalized human beings who died this year in Colorado Springs.

For thousands of people in our nation who will not be remembered in darkness or daylight.

So, we huddle at this columbarium.

The loose ends of life are not ours to tie up.

The uncertainty of tomorrow is not ours to control.

The loss we know in grief cannot be measured or healed.

The love we experience here opens light for our future.

Tonight, we grieve as lovers.

We hope because every breath matters.

We love because we stand on the shoulders of those who loved us.

We work diligently because love is imbedded within us.

Love rouses hope.

Hope ignites justice.

Justice brings us to dignified life.

And life is beautiful.

Let us pray:

God, beyond our imagining,

Receive our dead,

Embrace every soul,

Recall on your lips the names we know not,

Save a place at your table,

For our sisters and brothers who were not welcome in our world.

Hold forever our hearts that grieve,

And receive us all home.

In the words of Psalm 17:

Keep me as the apple of your eye,

Hide me in the shadow of your wings.

But I in justice shall behold your face.

On waking I shall be content in your presence.

Amen

A Christmas Wish List for the Church: Published in Ministry and Liturgy Magazine, October 2014.

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This Wish List was published in 2014. I keep believing, wishing, and praying. What is your list?

A Christmas Wish List for the Church

I pray that when we place the infant Jesus in the manger in all of our parishes that we will also work hard to find adequate placements for foster and orphan children and learn to receive children running across national boarders trying to escape poverty or war.

I pray that when we decorate our sanctuaries for Christmas that we will also use our resources to find housing for mothers and children who face domestic violence especially in our suburbs.

I pray that when we set up our manger scenes in our churches that we will also tell the truth about families torn apart from generational alcoholism, about the truth of loneliness in family life on Christmas Eve.

I pray that when we celebrate the Word-Made-Flesh, we will also acknowledge and affirm all of God’s people, men and women, gay and straight, rich and poor, housed and homeless and then remove all of these labels in our prayer and service well beyond the Christmas season.

I pray that when we celebrate the three wise men traveling to the place of the Child, we will go out of our way as a Church to discover the real stories of our people lost in war, hatred and violence across the boundaries of nations and find again a star of hope that leads us to Christ Jesus.

I pray that when we celebrate Mary, the Mother of God, we will also acknowledge and care for the many mothers who abandon their children because of mental illness, drug and alcohol addiction and poverty and realize that we must mother the lost and forgotten.

I pray that when we celebrate the Flight into Egypt, we will begin to take our dreams seriously to protect our families. We need to pray for fathers who no longer act on their dreams for their families. I pray that the Church might flee into the night to save our runaway children, the children lost among heart-numbing poverty.

I pray that when we take down the dried trees and the dead poinsettias and put away the nativity scenes that we will then get to work in a new way for the dignity of family life, for the health and welfare of youth and parents who live in terrifying addictions, for children coming home from war and work hard to care for grandparents who will die alone this new year.

Fourth Sunday of Advent 2021: Bulletin Column on Luke 1:39-45, Cover Art

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Dear Followers of the Messiah,

The prayer texts and scriptures for the Fourth Sunday of Advent take a dramatic turn. The great prophets of Isaiah and John the Baptist, who have been heralding a message of repentance and hope, are now silenced. We turn away from our preparation for the second coming of the Messiah at the end of time. Our attention now focuses on the birth of Jesus. This Fourth Sunday calms our souls and steadies our faith for it takes us back to the human longing for love and peace. Today’s gospel is charming and exquisite in its tenderness for the coming of Jesus to be born among us, to become the Word-Made-Flesh. 

Today in Luke 1:39-45 we hear the simple story of Mary journeying to visit her cousin Elizabeth. There is such rejoicing between the two pregnant women. The rejoicing did not stop with the two adults for we hear that the infant in Elizabeth’s womb leapt for joy. This child of course is John, who will be called The Baptist. This gospel in the fourth week takes us back to the beginning of Advent when we heard about John as an adult calling us all to repentance and forgiveness. Today we ponder such beauty of a child and all his potential. 

This gospel forms our Fourth Week of Advent. I pray that we may sink our hearts into this story and find the joy and wonder of Jesus resting in our hearts and relationships. We are called in this great feast of Christmas to sort through our exhaustion, fear, and uncertainties to find joy again. Our joy fills the empty spaces of our lives if we take the time to sit in silence, to reflect and pray. Within Christmas, we are called to discover such hope among our bewilderment, peace among the obstacles that keep us apart, and love even among our fragile relationships. 

The four weeks of Advent challenge us to recognize Christ in the deepest and darkest places of our human lives. This year, most especially, we behold a child to be our hope amid the ongoing pandemic, our job loss, our misunderstanding about vaccines and questions about our children’s safety and future. We center on the child Jesus to become in our day a radical reminder that powerlessness will be the place of grace, hope and healing. We are called into becoming humble and wise so that we may discover the miracles of life and the forgiveness and mercy for which we all long. 

I pray that you may discover joy in your heart as you celebrate Jesus on Christmas Day. I pray as you feed an aging parent in a nursing home, that you might be grateful for all that has been in your life. I pray as you hold a newborn in the family, that you may come to a new awareness of miracle and love. I pray as you listen to your teen fidget about what to do with his future, that you may welcome all the possibilities of his talent. I pray as you enter the silence of your own life, that you may know the incredible love Jesus has for you, a love that only God can offer. I pray that loneliness may give way to union in God, and that misunderstandings may be forgiven and wiped away in the tenderness of Jesus’ birth. 

Thank you all for your creative efforts to build our three communities of worship. Thank you so much for your desire to pray, to serve and to speak out for others in need. Thank you for educating your children here and worshipping in good times and in bad. Thank you for all of your spiritual and financial support. Peace to all who enter our churches this week to find the new places in which Jesus is born.

Merry Christmas!

God give you peace,

Fr. Ron Raab, CSC, Pastor