Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Saturday Still: Rose


He was pierced for our transgressions
He was crushed for our sins
The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him
And by His wounds, by His wounds we are healed

We are healed by Your sacrifice

And the life that You gave
We are healed for You paid the price
By Your grace we are saved
We are saved

-Mac Powell, Third Day

Have a blessed Easter!!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Was not Jesus himself a social worker?

It's been a month without blogging, and I miss it! I also think it was a needed break, though, because I have been incredibly busy with other things that needed to take a front seat in my life for a while.

One of the things that I have been dealing with lately, and that I have debated blogging about, is the apparent ethical dilemma of being a social worker and a Christian. In May, I will have my MSW and I will be expected, by the social work profession, to uphold the Social Work Code of Ethics. In most ways, this is not a problem for me, but sometimes my Christianity gets in the way. Religion, at least to me, appears to be avoided by the profession, and absent from much of the class discussion that takes place at my university. It almost seems as though we are not supposed to "have" religion as social workers. Maybe I'm taking this to the extreme because I am sensitive to it, but recently I have been dealing with a lot of negative comments about religion and the Church from people who are working as social workers out in the field, and people who are teaching social work at my university. Needless to say, I've been extremely bothered by it.

Much of the reason that I decided to pursue social work is precisely because of my faith! Was not Jesus himself a social worker? For me, He is the ultimate model of what it is to selflessly help others, accepting everyone who needed Him regardless of class, gender, past deeds, and creed. Social workers pride themselves on being accepting, but how accepting are they really if they are going to put down specific institutions and individuals because of their beliefs? Many of my professors speak to the class as though we are all liberal, pro-choice Democrats. The reality is that many social workers are--particularly those that are following the macro track of social work, like myself. But are these professional social workers, who now have future social workers entrusted to their guidance and education, really naive and closed-minded enough to assume that we all fit their mold? And what is the harm of having a set of beliefs that guides you in making good decisions? If I were working with a client who had different beliefs from me, would I turn them away? No--and not because my profession tells me not to, but because my God tells me not to! Then why do I, as a Christian social worker, sometimes feel so ostracized from my own profession? A profession that advocates for equality!

I am confused and hurt by a profession that I was once excited to be a part of. Will I continue in my studies and work as a professional social worker? Absolutely. I believe in the profession and the good that we do for others. But, I suppose I am learning that, within my profession, there is still a lot of learning and teaching to be done. After prayer and meditation on this, I've realized that my path in life has most definitely been guided by my Father in Heaven who has prepared me for this task and will lead me in righteousness and grace as I pursue it.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Sunday Thanks: The Innocence of Children



I do have a lot more that I want to say about Easter, but for now I saw this video and wanted to share it with you because I have been thinking a lot about the sweetness of little children and the way that they love Jesus so unconditionally and without doubt. Though I'm saying this a day late...Happy Easter!

Jesus Christ is Risen! Hallelujah!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Sunday Thanks: My Church

I know this post is a bit late (it's already Tuesday!), but I still wanted to write about what I am thankful for this week.

It actually came to me on Sunday while I was at Mass. James and I belong to an awesome church in Albany: Saint Vincent de Paul. When I was in college at Saint Rose, we used Saint Vincent's for our student Mass each week and had a relationship with the parish. Now that I am living in Albany again, I still go to Saint Vincent's and recently became a registered member.

I love the community that exists there. First of all, they have an amazing music ministry which is really important for me. There is also a ton of diversity in age, race, economic status, sexual orientation, etc. At the beginning of Mass, it is always reiterated that everyone is welcome and it is obvious that this sentiment is genuine. The whole congregation also sings! It's beautiful! I have been to so many Masses where no one sings along with the cantor or choir, but at Saint Vincent's everyone sings! It's awesome!

The moment that sparked my idea to write about Saint Vincent's for this edition of "Sunday Thanks" happened during Mass this Sunday as the alter was being prepared for the Consecration. The entire congregation was singing along with an a capella spiritual and you could feel the communion of the people in the notes. As I watched the gifts being brought up to the altar, I noticed that our priest, Fr. Vosko, was seated and it was all women who prepared the altar. They laid out the cloth and set out the bread and wine. They were so reverent and deliberate in their actions, and the sight was beautiful. I was moved by their humble actions, but also the humility of Fr. Vosko as he watched them complete a task that is traditionally reserved for the priest of deacon. I was filled with pride for my faith community and joy at seeing "regular" people participate so intimately in the Mass.


I know that there will be people who read this and won't feel the same way that I do. There are very strong opinions around the role of women in the Church and the changing role of the priest. But before you judge this community and our more liberal approach, let me tell you that our congregation would not even exist if not for lay women and men who are willing to keep it alive. Fr. Vosko is only at our parish to say Mass. The rest of the administration of the parish is done by our Parish Life Director, Betsy. A woman. I'm not typically known for tooting the feminist horn, and I don't consider myself a "feminist," whatever that term even means. But, I am a humanitarian and a Christ follower. I am a Catholic, and I love our faith, but I am also open to changes in the Church that may need to happen in order to keep it alive.

I am so thankful that the people of Saint Vincent's who have so enriched my faith experience, and I am proud to call myself one of them.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Reconnecting with Mary

 My sister, Kaitlin, gave me a book for Christmas called Our Lady of Kibeho. It is the amazing story of some young visionaries in Kibeho, Rwanda who experienced visions of Our Lady. The author, Immaculee Ilibagiza grew up in Rwanda and was young when the visions began. Her already existing love for Christ and the Virgin Mother was renewed and enhanced as she began to learn more about the visions and the visionaries. I am only about half way through the book, but it has been captivating. Reading her story has revived my own connection with Mary and I have vowed to begin praying the Rosary a few times a week. Eventually, I'd like to pray it every day, and there's no reason I can't, but I've decided to start with an achievable goal and move up from there.
In Kibeho, Mary taught a special Rosary to one of the visionaries, and Kaitlin also gave me this Rosary of the Seven Sorrows to learn to pray. The Rosary was made in Rwanda and came in a peace basket. This basket is woven by women from both the Hutus and Tutsis, the two tribes in Rwanda who have traditionally not gotten along. Weaving the baskets encourages community and peace among the women and the tribes.

No matter where you are in your faith journey, I encourage you to read Our Lady of Kibeho by Immaculee Ilibagiza. Her beautiful writing and straightforward account will certainly inspire you.

A shrine to Our Lady of Kibeho, Mother of the Word, now exists in Kibeho.
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