Month: November 2015

Empty Womb, Empty Tomb



Such a harsh word

for a painful reality.


Considered one of the three

greatest sufferings

in Ancient Israel.


No consolation

able to soothe

the unending ache.


Yet, Yahweh birthed

an entire nation from

Sarah’s empty womb.


After the Messiah died, humiliated and broken,

the men scattered and hid, defeated:

sure that they had abandoned their lives in vain.


Mary’s breathless announcement

of the empty tomb

that inspired the New Way.


A conclusion

to prophetic visions

that no one could have had imagined.


In the corners of damp, dark caverns,

resurrection is lurking,

waiting for a miracle.


-Marci Madary

Photo Credit: Flickr


Learning to Trust


You did not consult me when You numbered the stars
You did not ask permission when You sprinkled the darkness with them
You did not ask me before You built the mountains and traced the sea coasts
You did not make me the conductor of the wind
Or the orchestrator of the birds
You did not ask me permission before You built hearts to need other hearts
You never asked me God and yet You did it anyway!
There is so much in my life that I don’t understand.

Yet, it only takes one walk on the beach, one starry night with someone I love, one birth;

It only takes one naked moment to realize that I am glad you did not ask me permission.
The greatest joys in my life I wouldn’t have chosen.

Dear God,
I ask not for certainty but faith
Not proof but trust
I ask not for control but for a current to guide me
And at the end of my life, just as at the end of each day, to have but one prayer:
Thank you.

-Josh VanCleef

This poem was first published here.

Photo Credit Flickr


On May 12, 2015, Witness, a social justice action group recently formed at CTU, joined with over 600 religious leaders and community members for a ‘Day of Faith’ at the Capitol, in Springfield. Organized by the Community Renewal Society (CRS), the day included prayer, face-to-face visits with legislators, and a demonstration in the Capitol building. As students of theology and ministry at CTU, we undertook this day aware that our faith calls us to work for justice, and open to what the day would teach us about how to live out this calling.

The day began at 6am for the trip to Springfield. Sporting bright orange t-shirts or religious habits and armed with information about upcoming legislation, we would be advocating laws to remove barriers for people with felony records, establish clear guidelines for police accountability, and stop the drastic budget cuts proposed by Gov. Rauner. This being my first ‘action,’ I didn’t really know what to expect, and I was surprised at how inclusive and meaningful the day’s activities were. Each church group (sometimes broken into two groups) had one state Senator and one House member to try to find to speak to about our points of interest. CRS organizers used the bus ride to train us on how to speak quickly and intelligently about the bills we were advocating and their importance in our communities. While some legislators proved more evasive than others, it was inspiring to see small groups of people in orange shirts dialoging with state lawmakers in the corridors throughout the day.

The second part of the day included a rally inside the Capitol building. Starting off with ‘This Little Light of Mine’ with lyrics tweaked to include references to the day’s key issues of employment, the budget cuts, and police accountability, any legislator who had escaped his or her group, surely came to know why this sea of orange had flocked to his/ her office that day! Testimonials from individuals directly impacted by these issues followed, echoing throughout the rotunda as narratives of truth and accounts of injustice that propel the call for change. Interwoven by hymns and even the visit of two legislators thanking the group for their passion, hard work, and prayers, the rally ended with a ‘die in’ that took over all three floors of the building. At a pre-determined time, we all died—lying down on the floor to symbolize how unjust laws, discrimination, and sinful social structures are literally killing the most vulnerable members of our society. Splattering the marble floors with orange and skin, we sang ‘We Shall Overcome,’ using our voices to sing of hope despite being bodies on the ground. The movement of it left me with a gut sense of feeling connected—connected to the hundreds of demonstrators who had come from all over Illinois, in solidarity with our fellow Illinoisans suffering from injustice, and under the same imperative to act as the legislators we were calling upon.

Throughout the rally and the day as a whole, faith was just so obviously the reason for coming to the Capitol. The event brought together a diverse crowd—Christians from different denominations and all parts of the state who had made the connection between living a Christian life and fighting for the wellbeing of their neighbor at the policy-level. As a member of Witness I felt inspired to be among so many informed participants, community organizers, and religious leaders that day. As new social justice action group at CTU, Witness roots itself in the principles of Catholic Social Thought and prayer to engage in education, theological reflection, and action around social issues. Earlier in the semester, the group had held an educational event about structural racism, particularly about housing practices in Chicago. The ‘Day of Faith’ not only allowed us to call for systemic change around important issues, it also provided an opportunity to dialogue and listen to those engaged in the struggle for justice each and every day.

Cornel West once said that “justice is what love looks like in public.” As persons, and especially as Christians, we are called into relationship with the incomprehensible mystery of Love who creates and sustains us. Our witness to that Love necessitates working for justice, endeavoring for a society in which the dignity and beauty of each person is respected. In responding to this call, we strive to open ourselves to act humbly and hopefully, singing in faith, “We shall live in peace, we shall live in peace, some day.”

-Ellen Salmi

What Is It about Silence?


Two weekends ago a friend of mine from college was in town. He is a religion teacher at a Catholic high school in Indianapolis. I have a bachelor’s degree in religious education and so naturally we talked about Catholic education. I was interested to hear what he has been working on with his own students. He talked about how much high school students have on their plates these days between school, work, and extracurricular activities. All of that on top of somehow finding time to fit in four to five hours a night getting their homework done.

He said that one of the most difficult things for them is to get away from all the distractions and to find time for silence.

We live in such a busy and noisy world, and people are becoming more and more uncomfortable with silence. As an assignment he had them spend a half hour in silence: no cellphone, no computer, no TV, or music. They then had to reflect on their experience. He found that about half the class loved it. They were able to finally clear their minds of all the concerns and distractions going on in their lives and to just be at peace for a short time. The other half found it difficult and even uncomfortable. They found themselves thinking even more about all the things they needed to get done that day, and therefore became even more distracted. This experiment of his peaked my interest.

My own ministry for the past few years has been working in campus ministry. The majority of my time spent is providing a ministry of presence. It has often been the case that I feel as if I’m not really accomplishing much. I think that sometimes when it comes to ministry I feel as if I always have to be doing something in order to really be ministering. However, for the last two years there I have been doing some preaching and I’ve noticed that without that ministry of presence and being able to see and hear what is going on in the lives of the students, I wouldn’t be able to preach effectively. The more time I spend with the students, like my friend, the more I see how busy they are. I also see how distracted they are on their cell phones or totally cut of from the world around them as they watch YouTube videos with earphones.

I was scheduled to preach that Sunday on the Gospel of Mark and the story of the healing of blind Bartimaeus. I talked about how, in the Gospel of Mark, people around Jesus just don’t get it. They don’t understand what he’s all about. I pointed to the last couple of Sunday Gospel readings. The rich man who went away sad because he had many possessions (Mk 10:17-30), James and John and their egos and presumptions getting in the way of understanding what they were really asking of Jesus (Mk 10:35-45), and the crowd trying to keep Bartimaeus back (Mk 10:46-52). I shared with them my conversation with my friend and I asked the question: “What keeps us from seeing God at work in our lives?” I offered up some possibilities and I touched on the role of social media and how we live in such a busy and noisy world. I then turned to the priest and asked that maybe we could spend a few minutes in silence reflecting on our own lives and what keeps us from growing closer to God. Before we did, I shared with them how silence can be awkward and even uncomfortable. I also shared that it is in  silence and in being uncomfortable that God speaks to our hearts and invites us to grow and to step outside our comfort zones.

Then there was silence.

For a little while it was completely silent.

Then I heard it; students starting to shuffle in their seats. The priest sitting with his eyes closed. Eventually a few people started to cough (you know the fake ones that are supposed to signal they’ve had enough). I was watching the priest. He was sitting with his eyes closed and I knew he was hearing what I was hearing because he was starting to smile. But he kept the silence going. Finally it was over and we continued on with mass.

The response was incredible. A lot of students came up and thanked me and shared how much they needed that moment of silence. I have a feeling those who were uncomfortable didn’t come up to share that with me, but to be honest, the silence went a little longer than even I was comfortable with. I too was beginning to wonder how long he was going to let it continue.

Since then I have found myself reflecting on what it is about silence that makes so many of us uncomfortable. What is it about silence? There must be something about it since our society has evolved into one that does everything it can to replace silence with noise and activity.

What is it about silence?

-Jason Salisbury

Photo Credit: Flickr