Wednesday, April 23, 2014

writing wednesdays: in the bowels of the ho-do

Just when you think you know your city, turns out there's so much more you don't know. And sometimes, it takes descending the bowels of some of the city's most interesting offerings to learn what the eye did not catch the first go-around.

Here's a hint of what had evaded my eye in other visits to the Ho-Do.

I'm so glad I didn't skip out on the event that brought me to this spot.

I hope you'll hop along with me today and find out what I'm talking about. No need to stay in the dark any longer! See Peace Garden Writer.


Peace Garden Mama

Monday, April 21, 2014

meaningful mondays: broken tradition, happy soul

I broke with tradition Holy Saturday night.

It was a very last-minute decision, but I missed our Easter egg coloring in order to attend the three-hour Easter Vigil Mass with our oldest daughter.

Miss "O" had been sent on a mission. Extra-credit points in religion class for going to this meaningful but long-into-the-night event. She'd never been to the vigil before, and truth be told, I've only been a couple other times. Each year the yearning is there, but with all the preparations of Easter and Easter morning, it's been a hard thing to pull off.

But last night, about 30 minutes before our egg dyeing and dipping were to commence, I changed courses, asking my visiting Mom to take over the egg-shell coloring and my middle girl to take photos so I wouldn't completely miss out. I am grateful for Miss "E's" eye and willingness to be the recorder of visuals in my stead. I enjoyed looking at the colorful photos Easter afternoon.



Despite having missed the creative fun of Easter egg making, I have no regrets about the vigil.

Hearing the beautiful psalms, one after another, and the story of salvation history from beginning to earthly end, and then witnessing the baptism of one adult man and the reception into the Church of about nine others through Confirmation and First Eucharist was worth the sacrifice.

For those who've never been to a vigil, it begins in the dark, the only lights emanating from small candles held by those in attendance. It's breathtaking to consider the implications of a world that has been in the dark but becomes seized by light and love.

And at the end of it all, the words "Alleluia," which have been hidden from our ears and hearts all of Lent, break through in all their splendor. Our choir did an amazing job of igniting our souls through music (small sampling here).

As our priest, Father Paul, said during his homily, "If He is alive, then everything about Him is true...What an amazing night."

Indeed, He is risen. This is no small thing. If He really rose, it's a game-changer of eternal proportions. It should change how we live our lives in a dramatic way.

May the implications of this celebration wash through your soul and grip your heart mightily!

Q4U: What moment during this Easter season stands out to you as a game-changer?

Sunday, April 20, 2014

second-shot sundays: heaven really is for real

[For the sake of having a repository for my newspaper columns and articles, and allowing a second chance for those who missed them the first time, I reprint them here, with permission. The following was originally printed in The Forum newspaper, on April 12, 2014.]

Living Faith: 'Heaven' movie offers glimmer

By Roxane B. Salonen

Believe it or not, I’ve always been something of a skeptic.

The first evidence of this harkens back to a long-ago Christmas Eve when my father summoned my sister and me, about 5 and 4 respectively, to a large window in our grandparents’ living room.

“Look, do you see it? There’s Santa’s sleigh!” he’d said. “You can even see Rudolph’s nose blinking in front!”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Camille, transfixed.

But after searching a while, I surrendered.

“I don’t see it,” I said glumly.

Oh, how I wanted to, but I wasn’t going to claim seeing something I couldn’t.

Somehow faith has found me even so, but I’m still not one to accept everything that is handed to me. It’s got to be logical to some extent, and I have to have been touched personally by it in some way in order to proclaim honestly, “Yes, I see it now.”

I think that’s why I resisted reading the book “Heaven is for Real,” even though I’d heard from many what a great little read it is. I believe heaven exists, but I’m reluctant to be shown too much too early by someone else.

It’s a bit like when MTV first came out with music videos. As much as we teens were enthralled with these new visualizations of our favorite tunes, a part of me felt let down that someone else’s vision was now dictating how I would experience the song.

Suggestions are OK, but let me have my own head about something purportedly so magnificent that it’s beyond our earthly comprehension.

I was relieved, then, when my preview of the forthcoming movie, “Heaven is for Real,” took me on a journey that seemed to me less about heaven and more about our lives here and now, with just a glimmer of what’s next.

I’m not going to say much about the actual movie so as not to spoil anything – you can see it yourself starting Wednesday. But let me at least offer a brief synopsis for those who haven’t read the book – which, by the way, I’d highly recommend prior to viewing the film.

Four-year-old Colton from Imperial, Neb., survives a medical emergency that by all accounts should have ended his life, and over time shares with his family bits of what he experienced while under the knife.

He was taken to heaven, he says, where he met Jesus and other significant people – both spiritual and earthly relatives – and saw colors and sights beyond our world.

Because he tells of certain biblical facts he couldn’t have known otherwise and describes relatives he didn’t know about before, his parents begin to believe their little boy really glimpsed the afterlife.

The skeptic in me hesitates. Yet faith requires we humble ourselves enough to make room for the supernatural and what’s possible through it.

I enjoyed the movie and think most believers will feel affirmed by it, if not be plain touched by the adorable actor, Connor Corum, who plays little Colton.

But I’ll also say that if you’re a hard-nosed atheist, you’re not likely to be convinced through Colton’s story.

In her review of the best-selling book in The Washington Post, writer Susan Jacoby contends that its success indicates “vast numbers of Americans” lack the reasoning ability of an adult.

Perhaps, or maybe as the oft-quoted saying goes, “For those who believe, no proof is necessary; for those who do not believe, no proof is possible.”

Still, if you haven’t yet settled within yourself the age-old questions of why we’re here and whether heaven exists, I think you’ll find the movie an edifying way to spend an evening.

Perhaps for no other reason, go in order to formulate questions to personally ask Colton and his father, who will be visiting here July 31 at the Fargodome.

After reading more about the Burpos and their personal convictions online, I’ve come to believe they have good hearts and haven’t told this story just to make a buck.

I also think anyone, skeptic or not, can benefit from pondering one of the last lines of the film: “All that love requires is that we let others know they’re not alone.”

Can I get an amen?

Sunday, April 13, 2014

second-shot sundays: finding God in nyc

[For the sake of having a repository for my newspaper columns and articles, and allowing a second chance for those who missed them the first time, I reprint them here, with permission. The following was originally printed in The Forum newspaper, on April 5, 2014.]

Living Faith: God is all around, even in bustle of NYC

By Roxane B. Salonen

I’m on a high-octane bus ride from New York City with a group of 83 teenagers and reading, ironically, about the necessity of silence in discerning God’s voice.

Silence has not been a prevailing part of this spring tour with the Shanley High School choirs, an adventure that has led our group of students and parent chaperones through four packed days in the Big Apple and 50 hours of bus time.

Even so, I feel I’m leaving spiritually richer.

The book I’m reading on the bus ride home, “Atchison Blue,” is written by fellow journalist Judith Valente, who has spent most of her life immersed in a world of words and chatter.

Valente happened upon some research demonstrating how noisy our world has become. Back in 1968, my birth year, it took 15 hours of recording time to achieve one hour of undisturbed nature sounds, whereas today, it takes 2,000 for the same.

While I’m assuming those recordings didn’t happen in rural North Dakota, the findings speak volumes about why silence, and thus the hearing of God’s voice, can be so hard to find.

Valente admits she suffers from “silence deficiency.” Her visits to a monastery in Atchison, Kan., have helped her understand that a contemplative life requires cultivating “a greater esteem for silence.”

Though silence may be more plentiful in North Dakota than New York, I’d like to believe we can hear God’s voice and see his splendor no matter where in the world we are.

Valente says seeking this may well heal our weary souls better than any self-help book or therapy session.

But how does one find God’s voice amidst a constant stream of noise?

In New York, we were daily immersed in a sensory barrage – the dazzle of Times Square, two enthralling Broadway musicals, and the rush of visits to the top of Rockefeller Center, Ellis Island and the Lincoln Center.

While the smaller group in my charge enjoyed shopping during our bits of free time, I found peace in pausing to people-gaze whenever and wherever I could.

And it was in observing my fellow human beings – the woman in the black capris and purple socks walking her twin dogs, the gritty construction workers, the gray-haired man selling pretzels and hot dogs – that I felt most alive.

Though these weren’t necessarily quiet times, I saw God in the face of the chatty elevator man as we ascended Lady Liberty, the impromptu song of the Jamaican musician who tried serenading our choir director, and the unknown person at the restaurant who turned in a camera left there by one of our students.

I saw the divine hand in the sun that wooed and welcomed us our first day, and in the students’ pure and glee-filled exclamations while traversing a major metropolis, and in the colorful and delicious food.

I most definitely heard God, too, in all the music that filled us, both through the perfection of professionals and our own melody-minded youngsters.

Our crew sang with the skyline of Manhattan as a backdrop 70 stories high, as well as on the deck of the ferry, and aligning the red steps in Midtown.

They sang on hallowed ground in front of and in St. Paul’s Church and sacred space near the old World Trade Center that provided safe harbor during and survived the fatal blows of Sept. 11, 2001; and at the new and haunting 9/11 Memorial; as well as throughout Sunday Mass at St. Peter’s, a church where some of my Irish immigrant ancestors once bowed in worship.

At that latter stop, we “parent paparazzi” discovered our ability to steady a camera while tears dripped from our eyes as we watched our children creating music and memories together in a city and space beyond their normal bounds.

“More than anything,” I felt inspired to write on Facebook after witnessing all this, “I want to seek out what is good, beautiful and true about the world and share it with others.”

“New York is a great place to begin,” Mike from Connecticut responded. “All the best and all the worst of the world in one place, but the beauty and compassion are clear for eyes that see.”

“Ah, I think the best and worst are everywhere,” my cousin Elly from New Jersey added, “but they’re packed close together in New York.”

Indeed, signs of humanity are everywhere, but so are signs of God, who is ever eager to touch our hearts, in quiet or noise, if we but watch and listen.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

second-shot sundays: McConaughey Oscars speech nicely done

[For the sake of having a repository for my newspaper columns and articles, and allowing a second chance for those who missed them the first time, I reprint them here, with permission. The following was originally printed in The Forum newspaper, on March 15, 2014.]

Faith Conversations: McConaughey Oscars speech focused on right priorities

By Roxane B. Salonen 

Earlier this month, many Americans gathered around the tube to learn who’d made the biggest splash in movies this year.

As one who mostly passes on TV time, I missed out on the Oscars, but not entirely. Soon enough I caught the highlights – the list of winners along with some of the acceptance speeches.

Of special note was Matthew McConaughey’s for Best Actor award in the film, “Dallas Buyer’s Club.”

Some of the first words to leave McConaughey’s lips upon accepting his golden trophy were: “I want to thank God because that’s who I look up to. He has graced my life with opportunities that I know are not of my hand or any other human hand.”

It takes guts to stand up in front of hundreds of peers, not to mention hundreds of thousands of television viewers, and acknowledge what many in our society are increasingly calling a mirage.

To me, all is from God, beginning with life itself. So McConaughey’s decision to pay tribute to God first in a list of things most deserving of his gratitude earns my immediate respect.

In younger days I wrestled with the idea that God deserves kudos for our accomplishments. Growing up, my mother was always pointing out the myriad “God signs” in our lives, including the things we did that shone brightly. My sister and I had a natural aptitude for music, for example. Learning the piano and playing the licorice stick came easily to me.

But how were our talents God’s doing?

Later, I reviewed the scenario and realized God could have put me in any family, but this is the one he chose for me – the one boasting a former concert pianist who used to claim a bloodline leading straight back to Bach.

Furthermore, my parents had encouraged me to sign up for lessons, which had been paid for through income from their jobs – jobs they’d worked hard to get. And yet someone had nudged them toward an education, and their health and intellect had been strong enough to get them to and through the finish line.

This tracing-back can be helpful in realizing that at bottom, all is from God. Only those lacking humility or a divinely-tuned heart would miss acknowledging “God’s hand,” as McConaughey calls it.

At any moment, our parents, or theirs before them, could have encountered obstacles preventing the blessings that inevitably flowed. Instead, in his provisions God allowed these good things to happen.

It perplexes me now when people point to themselves in extolling their achievements. Success doesn’t come from human efforts alone; not by a long shot.

Each day of our lives and every breath we take are gifts. Every good thing we have can be attributed to God. McConaughey was humble enough to know it and classy enough to name it before millions.

Still, I wanted to hear his whole speech. Imagine my shock to see an online story calling it “confounding.”

Confounding? What had McConaughey said to merit that, I wondered?

So I listened to a video replay, and all I heard were gracious words from a guy who understands his place in the world and wasn’t about to one-up his creator.

He also gave a nod to his parents, including his deceased father, whom he said was likely celebrating “with a pot of gumbo and a can of Miller Lite,” and the mother who’d taught him to respect himself.

Nevertheless, the writer of the Time Entertainment piece labeled McConaughey’s acceptance “a semi-bizarre tale about his inner life.”

I would have been completely disheartened had I not scrolled down to the comments below the article and noted how they largely defended the actor.

“Seriously, why is Hollywood so afraid of God?” one said.

Another chimed in, “That he was able to become a real actor and win the award had to be a divine intervention.”

A third called it “wonderful” that the actor would acknowledge God and his family, noting how sad it is “that so few Oscar winners acknowledge these vital forces.”

To those I’d add this: “Mr. McConaughey, if you keep going this way you might end up with fewer roles, but I’ll bet you’re going to be enjoying some mighty sweet heavenly gumbo someday.”
hing deeper and greater.”

Friday, March 21, 2014

faith & family fridays: two hearts swelling in sweden (the conversion of ulf ekman)

[Please note: I'm coming out of my blog fast temporarily once more to keep up with my monthly contribution commitment to the ever-informative and inspiring]

Somewhere in the heart of Sweden, a heart is swelling. Well, two hearts actually.
I recently learned, thanks to the daily roundup, Catholic Top Tweets by Chuck Wakelee, that an influential, non-denominational evangelical pastor in Sweden, Ulf Ekman, has announced the turning of him and his wife, Birgitta, toward Rome.

I want to tread lightly here for any non-Catholics reading this. One headline in the wake of this conversion, from Christianity Today, says the move has caused pain and disillusionment within Ekman's former fold. The pastor, after all, founded a church and movement that grew into the thousands. If the conversion were reversed, I'm sure we Catholics would feel the loss, too. So any grieving from the Protestant sector is certainly deserved.

That said, it would be unfair to deny those of us welcoming Ekman to our home, which is now his home too, a moment of celebration. Maybe we can think of it like a bride leaving her family of origin to join with her husband and family. It's not that she's turning her back on everything she's known. No, it has formed her and she will be forever grateful and remain indelibly connected, for life. But now, a new life awaits.

I think of my faith before what I call my "reversion" happened in contrast to when I began fully embracing my Catholic roots. It was an euphoric time for me. I definitely felt I'd stumbled upon a life-altering gem -- a precious stone that had been right in front of me all along, but not shining due to my lack of understanding. I still feel that way. So please allow me a momentary outburst of joy that another has discovered this beautiful treasure.

You can actually watch the pastor making the announcement to his congregation here. What I enjoyed about watching it was how gracious Ekman was, and how gracious the pastor taking over his former spot was as well (seen here on the longer version starting around minute 59).

It's very hard to argue with the journey of a soul, after all. Ekman was determined to get at the heart of things, to discover truth. He wouldn't have expected to find it in the Catholic Church, of all places, but somehow, that's exactly where he was led.

And I think what I love most of all about this story is that it happened not through studying Church documents, though he did that eventually, too, but through bumping into Catholics in his travels, and seeing something in them -- something that contradicted the world's impression -- that made him pause.

That's where this whole thing gets very personal in my mind. I see a man promising God that he will go wherever God leads him, even if it lands him in a place that will potentially bring him a fair amount of discomfort. Keep in mind, too, that this conversion did not happen overnight. It has been slowly unfolding over a period of about a decade. Ekman did not go lightly into this, not by a long shot. And that's one of the reasons he has earned my respect and why I feel such joy over his conversion. It was hard won, and I'm sure exhausting at times. But here he is now with a renewed sense of hope before him, and his wife by his side.

As mentioned in a First Things article telling of the conversion, the reasons for the transformation can be boiled down to this, according to Ekman himself:
"We have seen a great love for Jesus and a sound theology, founded on the Bible and classic dogma. We have experienced the richness of sacramental life. We have seen the logic in having a solid structure for priesthood that keeps the faith of the church and passes it on from one generation to the next. We have met an ethical and moral strength and consistency that dare to face up to the general opinion, and a kindness towards the poor and the weak. And, last but not least, we have come in contact with representatives for millions of charismatic Catholics and we have seen their living faith." 
I am sharing this as much to spread joy over this conversion as to hearten you. It can be very easy to feel beaten down about Catholicism as the world sees it. Even when we feel confident we're in the right place, there are so many forces all around telling us we're stark-raving mad to be associated with this Church; a church that so often contradicts the world and yet begs our involvement in it. It is easy to feel we must defend ourselves even when we know a defensive stance is not what will win hearts in the end; rather, living it and sharing our joy will.

But every once in a while, we need something like Ekman's conversion to give us a little lift, to remind us that we are in the right place, and that it's a very good place and worthy of our commitment and sacrifice.

We are blessed beyond measure to be Catholic, and we have every reason to rejoice when others find their way into our family of love. Oh, Ekman may have moments of disillusionment as he discovers how very human we all are, but hopefully we can help him see that even in our imperfection, we are a blessed lot with immeasurable gifts at our disposal, which are now at his, too.

Welcome home, Ulf and Birgitta Ekman. It's Lent, but nevertheless, let the happy dance begin.

Question: Are you a convert? What was it that pulled you into the Church? If you're a cradle Catholic, what is it that compels you to stay?

Sunday, March 16, 2014

second-shot sundays: spiritual fasts stir mixed reactions

[For the sake of having a repository for my newspaper columns and articles, and allowing a second chance for those who missed them the first time, I reprint them here, with permission. The following was originally printed in The Forum newspaper, on March 8, 2014.]

Faith Conversations: Faith fasts generate ambivalence, receptivity

By Roxane B. Salonen

MOORHEAD – Several weeks before the start of Lent this year, Travis Woyen began salivating at the sight of a fish recipe on Facebook.

“I’m a sucker for fish,” he wrote. “I’ll admit that part of the reason I look forward to Lent each year is for the fish specials.”

Woyen, a Lutheran, didn’t grow up fasting for spiritual purposes, but says over time he has gradually entered into fasting and abstaining from meat.

The fish deals around town make it fairly easy. “It’s like buying hams after Christmas – it’s all on special and you can find it everywhere,” he quips. “Living 1,500 miles from the most convenient ocean, that’s certainly a benefit.”

Woyen, who sees both the light and deep of this season, says he does feel a bit torn by the different messages sent out this time of year.

“You’re entering a 40-day period of intense reflection and reasonably priced seafood, and it seems kind of wrong that there’s an upside to it,” he says.

The positives can include breaking out of ruts and becoming more self-disciplined. “The notion of stepping back from a lot of things is something we pretty much need as human beings to reestablish some sense of balance.”

And with the mental and physical benefits, the spiritual follows, he notes. “You do something to one, it affects the others.”


Greg Jeffery, Fargo, is a lifelong Catholic who approaches fasting during Lent as one with arachnophobia does a spider.

“The thought of fasting is not an attractive one in any way, shape or form to me,” he says. “I would rather run a mile than fast for a day.”

Jeffrey says he has no problem doing other spiritual exercises, like focusing on personal prayer, practicing devotions or giving extra time to a charity.

“There’s just something about fasting that I don’t like, to speak very candidly,” he says.

But he admits his resistance to fasting is likely telling him that it’s exactly what he needs.

“It does seem that the cross you don’t want to embrace is typically the one that is going to be the key to unlocking a greater freedom from sin,” Jeffrey says.

He adds that since fasting is mentioned numerous times in the Bible, there must be something constructive about it.

“It requires discipline, and we alone have control over whether we put something in our mouths or not.”

And since discipline is the grounding presumption of the acquisition of virtue – a persistent habit in favor of the good – Jeffrey notes, fasting can be a way to develop self-control over all kinds of vices, including common hang-ups like impatience or gossiping.

Though tempted to shirk the whole thing, instead he tries to follow the advice of a mentor, who once told him, “Don’t do what you can’t do; do what you can.”

“If you’re having a hard time getting started with fasting, just offer it up to the Lord,” he says. “Don’t try to lift 300 pounds when you haven’t yet bench-pressed 100.”


Val Wagner of Monango, N.D., a Presbyterian, has an altogether different perspective of spiritual fasting based on feeding challenges surrounding her 4-year-old son, Eli, who was born with the inability to process many proteins.

In response to what she views as trendy, faith-based diets, she wrote a post on her blog, Wag’n Tales, “Glorifying God doesn’t require a diet.”

In the post, Wagner said she recently read an article in which someone claimed to give up meat as a way to be closer to God, and that the hardship was worth it because of what Jesus gave up for our souls.

She wondered what that implies for her son, since he has no choice in his diet.

“Does that mean he’s destined for a life of being unable to show his gratitude?” she wrote. “If he finds himself really wishing he could enjoy ‘forbidden foods,’ does that make him less worthy than the others?”


Todd Ferguson, a local naturopathic doctor, has considered fasting from various perspectives.
“There’s a long history of fasting for both religious and medicinal purposes, from as far back as you could contract things,” he says.

Fasting for medical reasons, particularly water-only fasts, has been known to help the body’s immune system during infection, and migraine headaches can be alleviated when certain foods are eliminated, he notes, naming just a few benefits.

But fasting beyond five days, or when done with a patient suffering from a serious disease like cancer or heart disease, should be guided by a physician.

Some should avoid fasting altogether, including pregnant or lactating women and anyone who has struggled with an eating disorder. “If they have a confused relationship with food already, you don’t want to sweep them further into that pattern.”

In the right circumstances, however, fasting can be helpful, Ferguson says. From a medical standpoint, it can heighten appreciation for food and help us rethink appropriate amounts for our body’s proper functioning, while spiritually it can refocus our reliance and trust in God as well as on the needs of others.

“We tend to get caught up in the drama of everyday life,” he notes, “but in fasting, a lot of things seem simpler in terms of meeting your basic needs, and it exposes a vulnerability that we often have to ignore to get through life.”

There will always be those who do it for the wrong reasons, he adds. “We all have our pride that we have to come to terms with. But fasting is a good remedy for pride. It makes you quickly realize you’re weak and in need.”

Despite its pluses, he says, fasting can be difficult to pull off, particularly for our society.

“We’re not really good at sacrifice and putting ourselves in those situations,” he says. “But when your goals are grander than temporary pleasure it gives a different perspective. If I’m thinking of something beyond this life or this moment, there’s a lot to be said about fasting, because it can connect me to something deeper and greater.”