Monday, August 13, 2012

Eat Mor Chikin?


Monthly Message to the Knights of Columbus

Dear Brother Knights,

The infamous Chick’n Controversy has been in the news this past month.  What did the founder of Chick-fil-A, Dan Cathy, actually say to ignite the firestorm?

"We are very much supportive of the family — the biblical definition of the family unit," he told the Biblical Recorder.  On the radio, he observed: "I think we are inviting God's judgment on our nation when we shake our fist at him and say we know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage." (Los Angeles Times, July 31, 2012)
Let’s consider some important facts as we examine this controversy.  First of all, as a citizen, our constitution grants Mr. Cathy freedom of speech and he is entitled to his opinion—whether or not everyone agrees with it.  Next, all of us should know that as human beings we have both an intellect and free-will which can be used for good and for bad, and from which we all make choices.  Mr. Cathy and all of us can reason and can make decisions.  He used his intellect and made a choice to support the traditional concept of marriage and family.  He also chose to speak publically about his beliefs. 

Another significant factor in this matter is that Catholics and most mainline, traditional or evangelical Christian denominations follow the teachings of the Bible as the inspired Word of God.  It is one of two essential foundations of our Catholic faith (Scripture and Tradition).  Those not holding the Bible as sacred or inspired would generally find some other source as their means of making moral or ethical judgments.
     
Apply these considerations to the current situation and observe what we get.  Some contend that Mr. Cathy should not be mixing business, politics, religion and his personal opinion.  In this instance, as in many others, it does seem to make for a volatile mix.  Some have taken an active position on either side of the issue—there have been both protests and a surge in sales in various locations.  Depending on one’s point of view, it becomes a moral issue, an issue of equal rights for gays, a freedom of speech issue, a definition of marriage issue, an issue of mixing of business, politics, and religion, etc.

Where do we, as Knights, fit in?  As faithful Catholics and American citizens we have the right to speak freely about what we believe—freedom of speech and freedom of religion found in the First Amendment of our Constitution give us rights and protections under law.  We have intelligence to sort through this issue (and issues like it) and free-will that enables to respond accordingly.  Moreover, our Catholic Church is instructed by a teaching authority (magisterium—the Pope united with his bishops) that we believe is guided in matters of faith and morals by the Holy Spirit to help us remain on the right course.

The USCCB (United Stated Conference of Catholic Bishops) teaches the following on a website entitled Marriage:  Unique for a Reason established by the bishops to instruct about marriage:

Basing her teaching on God’s revelation in Scripture and the meaning of the human person, created male and female in the image of God, the Catholic Church teaches that marriage is the lifelong partnership of mutual and exclusive fidelity between a man and a woman ordered by its very nature to the good of the spouses and the procreation and education of children (see Catechism of the Catholic Church, no. 1601; Code of Canon Law, can. 1055.1; Gaudium et Spes, no. 48).

Faithful Knights need to be informed about the current issues affecting our Church, learn the background and the implications involved in the various issues, pray fervently, and not be afraid to defend (with Christian charity) the teachings of our faith.

While you’re at it you also might want to buy a chicken sandwich, if you are so inclined.

Your intellect and free-will certainly allow for this!

Fr. Ed Namiotka


  

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mom


The lyrics that I wrote for a song about MOMS:

MOM
She wipes away my tear;
Provides a listening ear;
Her smile’s a work of art;
She holds me in her heart.

When I think about her, such joy comes to my face.
Everything about her is filled with love and grace.
She’s the one I run to in times both thick and thin
                She’s my best friend
                Like no other
                She’s my mother!

She shows me how to love,
Tells me ‘bout God above.
Finds sunshine in the rain,
Kisses away all pain.

When I think about her, such joy comes to my face.
Everything about her is filled with love and grace.
She’s the one I run to in times both thick and thin
                She’s my best friend
                Like no other
                She’s my mother!

Having a real bad day,
She makes it all okay!
Whenever I’m afraid
The worries quickly fade.

When I think about her, such joy comes to my face.
Everything about her is filled with love and grace.
She’s the one I run to in times both thick and thin
               
                She’s my best friend
                Like no other

                She’s a godsend
                That’s my mother!
               
                She’s my best friend
                Like no other
                She’s my mom!


©2012  Edward F. Namiotka

(To Cathy, Christopher and Evan)



Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Homily for Priests’ Jubilee Mass

Diocese of Camden
May 8, 2012


Bishop Galante, Fellow Jubilarians and my Brother Priests,

Truth be told, I started gathering the material for this homily about half a century ago—or more accurately, God started writing this homily in me that long ago.  That’s because I/we are all dealing with a “calling”—a mysterious, spiritual inner call from Jesus Christ through which He somehow touched all our  lives and invited us to be His disciples—some of us, His ordained priests.

The call comes differently to all of us, but I believe that it is there at the core of our being:  Come, follow me. (cf. John 1:43)

My calling started in my childhood days when I somehow realized and felt the inexplicable presence of God in my life.  As a very young introspective boy—somewhere around age 3 or 4—I vividly remember having a peculiar awareness and fear of death, crying myself to sleep at times, and praying to God that I never die.  I remember celebrating private Mass in my bedroom around age 6 using corn flakes—the available material in my family’s kitchen at the time—with a rosary hanging from my mirror.  I knew even then that there was some definite attraction to the priesthood.  I would serve Mass as an altar boy from around 3rd grade on, being in the presence of priests and close to the Mass regularly.

Fast forward with me to a time in my teenage years when I was standing timidly along the cafeteria wall of Wildwood Catholic High School at a dance—checking out the girls, wondering whom I could ask to dance—when an annoying priest comes up to me and asks “Have you ever thought about being a priest?”  Go awayNot nowBad timing, Father.  Sometime later I returned to admit to him how God was indeed moving me, moving my heart, in that very direction. 

On far too many occasions while following this call, I was nervous and concerned as I would echo the words of St. Peter:  Leave me Lord, I am a sinful man. (Luke 5:8)   I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s amidst the drinking and drug culture and free-love society present at the time.  I helped my parents operate a hotel and restaurant and later a motel while living at a seashore resort—Wildwood.  These surroundings were only one of the many tests of this vocation, this calling from God.  I realize over and over again my own total unworthiness—as we all should—and pray that I continue to seek conversion and holiness in my life.  I have fallen to my knees time and again seeking forgiveness and healing in the Sacrament of Penance.
     
The rest is history.  Two seminaries and eight years later, with an unexpected and might I add unwanted pastoral year thrown in just for the fun of it, I made it to the altar as a priest.

Could you imagine what I thought when a diocesan official (to remain nameless) said the following to me while I was on the way up the aisle at my ordination:  “You can still get out of this right up to the very last minute!”  I suppose he was just testing me.  Obviously he had no clue of how loudly and distinctly God had been calling me for years.  I realized in an indelible way that even diocesan officials are far from infallible in their decisions and actions.

My brothers, be careful what you say and do.  You can hurt people, even scar people—the People of God—in the process. 

Here I am a priest of Jesus Christ 25 years later.  My brothers, I hope that you can continue to say with me: I love being a priest.  I am convinced that it is what God called me to be.  Even in these days of scandal, confusion, lack of moral integrity, and ongoing struggles in the Church, I am proud to be an ordained Roman Catholic priest.  I am proud to be a disciple of Jesus Christ.  I still hear His call.

It hasn’t always been easy.  The letter M in the name of one of my former assignments wasn’t for the many ways they loved me.  Yet, I still try to this day to love and pray for all of my parishioners—former and current.

If we get to the core of what ministerial priesthood is all about, we see that God has given us the privilege of sharing what I refer to as a spiritual intimacy with Him and with His people.

We need to encounter God in prayer continually.  Whether in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament, while reading and praying the Scriptures, while praying the rosary or our Divine Office, while attempting centering prayer, meditation, lectio divina, praying in tongues or most importantly, praying the Mass, we need to be in love with Jesus Christ.  If the romance and intimacy has faded, it needs to be rekindled.  Nothing that we do, nothing is more important than this!      

We share God’s intimacy with His people in all the sacraments, but especially and exclusively as a priest in the Holy Eucharist, in the confessional and when anointing the sick. 

Having just given our 1st Communicants Our Lord for the first time these past two weeks in the parish reminded me of how we are privileged as priests to feed the Lord’s little lambs as well as His big sheep each and every day of our lives at Mass.  We speak the words of Our Lord:  This is my Body, this is my Blood.  And it happens!  Christ becomes truly present!  We proclaim and explain the Scriptures so that Christ is alive and present in the Word as well!  Even during those times when we may have to pray the Mass alone, we are never really alone as we join with the angels and saints in Heaven at the Eternal Banquet table praying for the People of God on earth as well as the Holy Souls.

During Advent and Lent I have the custom of asking people, after I hear their confessions, to pray for people who are away from the Church, away from the sacraments or away from God.  I ask that they pray for people to return to the faith.  Could you ever imagine how for years now I have never been disappointed by the power of this intercessory prayer?  This past Lent, among many, many others, someone returned to the Sacrament of Penance after being away for 40 years.  As priests, we bring Christ’s healing and forgiveness; we are instruments of His grace, to a world, to His people who need the forgiveness that can be experienced uniquely in this sacrament.

Visiting a hospital, a nursing home or a home-bound person affords us another spiritually intimate moment when we again can bring the presence of Christ to a hurting world.  To an elderly person, a seriously ill person, to someone alone or afraid we have the opportunity to be Christ’s presence, the Divine Physician, the Wounded Healer, as we anoint.  Sometimes the call leads us to assist someone on his or her journey back to God.  Always thank God for that privilege and pray that a priest may be at your side at the time of your death.

We also experience Christ’s intimacy when we baptize a child or adult, when we confirm at the Easter Vigil and other extraordinary times, when we witness a marriage and, especially when we are called to renew the grace of our own ordination as we see a deacon, priest or bishop ordained.


In conclusion, I read for you a few of the words by Blessed John Paul II to all priests on Holy Thursday, 1979:

. . . We must all be converted anew every day. We know that this is a fundamental exigency of the Gospel, addressed to everyone (cf. Mt 4:17; Mk 1: 15), and all the more do we have to consider it as addressed to us.  If we have the duty of helping others to be converted we have to do the same continuously in our own lives.  Being converted means returning to the very grace of our vocation; it means meditating upon the infinite goodness and love of Christ, who has addressed each of us and, calling us by name, has said: "Follow me". Being converted means continually "giving an account" before the Lord of our hearts about our service, our zeal and our fidelity, for we are "Christ's servants, stewards entrusted with the mysteries of God" (1 Cor 4:1).  Being converted also means "giving an account" of our negligences and sins, of our timidity, of our lack of faith and hope, of our thinking only "in a human way" and not "in a divine way".  Let us recall, in this regard, the warning that Christ gave to Peter himself (cf. Mt 16:23).  Being converted means, for us, seeking again the pardon and strength of God in the sacrament of Reconciliation, and thus always beginning anew, and every day progressing, overcoming ourselves, making spiritual conquests, giving cheerfully, for "God loves a cheerful giver" (2 Cor 9:7).
Being converted meant to pray continually and never lose heart" (Lk 18:1). In a certain way prayer is the first and the last condition for conversion, spiritual progress and holiness.

And so I have preached my homily and you have heard my particular story and learned about my calling.  You have had an opportunity to reflect with me on the gift of the ministerial priesthood.  Hopefully you have seen along the way the wonderful, mysterious way in which God works in my—in fact, all of our lives.

I am always in awe of how he has taken a shy, introverted boy from Wildwood—one who at one time thought it would be no problem being priest as long as he didn’t have to speak in public—and given him the opportunity to address the presbyterate of the Diocese of Camden for his Silver Jubilee.   I hope and pray that you continue to experience the love that Jesus Christ has for all of us, His priests, and for His people. 

My brothers, go forth and continue to tell your own stories.  Your people, God’s people, are anxiously waiting to hear them.

May Our Blessed Lady, Mother of the Great High Priest and Mother of all Priests, intercede for us.  Amen.



Friday, February 10, 2012

The People Who Shape Us


Over the years there have been a number of people as well as various experiences that helped shape who I am today.  Whether they are parents or grandparents, parish priests or religious sisters, teachers, friends, students or just random acquaintances, people in our lives leave impressions and can influence us tremendously.  Additionally, varying circumstances and events can leave a similar, lasting effect.

Let me tell you about some of the people and factors making me who I am and influencing the way I think.

Growing up as I child I served Mass as an altar boy from the time I was in about 3rd grade all the way through high school.  This allowed me to observe and interact with many, many priests.  In addition to the resident parish priests, we had dozens of visiting priests helping at the parish annually, since I lived at a seashore resort—Wildwood, NJ.  Moreover, there were the priests who taught me in high school.  Briefly stated, priests were part of my life from its earliest days.
 
While I would like to say something about all of them, let me focus in on some of the now-deceased priests whom I knew personally.  It is fitting that I conclude with my patron saint—also a priest.

Msgr. Joseph Conlon was my pastor for my adolescent and teenage years.  He was nicknamed by some friends and admiring priests “Holy Joe.”  I knelt beside him many days praying the rosary, serving Stations of the Cross and Benediction and, of course, when he offered Mass.  To this day I recall how I sensed his deep love and reverence for the Holy Eucharist.  His eyes were fixated on the host and on the crucifix (sitting on the altar) whenever he celebrated Mass.  It was an experience I can only describe as truly mystical.

Fr. Peter Jones became my confessor and helped me through my seminary years.  His jovial spirit and sense of humor lifted me up time and time again.  His kindness and practical insight in the confessional personified for me Jesus’ love, compassion and forgiveness.  No wonder a number of priests from our diocese sought him out as a confessor!  He was slated to preach at my first Mass as a priest, but died suddenly the year prior—my diaconate year.

In my time as a deacon, Msgr. Edward Kennedy was the pastor in charge of me in Transfiguration Parish, West Collingswood.  Monsignor had spent part of his priesthood as a missionary in Brazil.  He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes of what it meant to be a parish priest.  I still remember what he told my superiors prior to my ordination:  “I think Eddie will make a good parish priest.  He is best suited for life as a parish priest.  I think that you should keep him in this ministry.”  Well, his advice lasted for about four years—until I began 20 years in high school work! 

Msgr. James McIntyre became the homilist for my first Mass after Fr. Jones’ death.  “Fr. Mac”—as we called him as kids—was our fun-loving parish priest.  He was a friend who showed me that the path to holiness often involved lifetime struggles and a need to adapt and change when necessary.  Eventually he became the one in charge of Priest Personnel (including me!) for the Diocese of Camden.  It was certainly nice to have a friend to look out for me as a newly-ordained priest.

In my East Vineland assignment at St. Mary’s Church I had the pleasure and honor to live with and to get to know two good, holy priests:  Fr. Paul Onufer and Fr. Julian Karczewski.  Fr. Onufer was a prayerful, soft-spoken, saintly priest whose infectious smile could warm and soften any person’s heart.  He had a great sense of humor, being something of a practical-joker at times.  I would usually find him at prayer in his room when I came home from school.  Very often he could be seen praying in front of the Blessed Sacrament—especially each morning before celebrating Mass.

Then there was Fr. Julian.  This truly-unique priest suffered two major handicaps during his lifetime—polio and deafness.  His childhood polio—initially crippling him—nearly kept him from pursuing the priesthood.  Through God’s grace and Julian's perseverance he was ordained a priest.  Later in his priesthood he went completely deaf for no apparent reason.  Fortunately he was aided by technology through a device called a cochlear implant.  He could once again hear and function in a relatively normal manner.  The end of his life found him needing care and professional attention in nursing facilities.  He taught me multiple lessons in perseverance, fidelity and long-suffering.  He let me see the suffering-Christ but not without a child-like sense of humor.  He, like so many other priests in my life, was a man of prayer.

In the college seminary, Msgr. John Foley (later Archbishop, then Cardinal Foley) taught me Metaphysics and Ethics.  He had to be the most ethical, honest person I have ever known.  We joked as students that the shortest distance between two points was John Foley.  He was as straight as an arrow.  Cardinal Foley was a holy, prayerful man noted for his intelligence, his self-discipline, his broadcast voice, and for meeting and/or knowing most of the famous people throughout the world. Despite his importance, he took the time to assist me in various personal matters, to correspond with me, and to take my mother and me out to dinner on our visit to Rome!

In my graduate studies at Mt. St. Mary’s Seminary, Emmitsburg, MD, there were two especially influential priests:  Fr. Anthony Manocchio and Msgr. Richard McGuinness.  Fr. Manocchio was the seminary spiritual director as well as my personal spiritual director.  From him I learned so much about prayer—especially centering prayer—and a love for and a devotion to the Blessed Sacrament.  Fr. Manocchio was so serious about prayer.  He could be found praying entire nights before the Blessed Sacrament in chapel.  He was truly detached from material possessions and lived in humble simplicity.  When he died, he had already given almost everything he owned away.


Msgr. McGuinness, the Rector of the seminary, was a father-figure to me.  I sought him out and talked to him whenever I could—most notably after my ordination.  He always had a ear to listen and time for me.  Once, when I came to him as a young priest seeking his advice (after he had been reassigned from rector of the seminary to pastor of a parish in North Jersey) he handed me his rectory key.  He told me his rectory was open to me at any time.  Wow!  No one had ever done something like that for me before!  Monsignor died of pancreatic cancer.  He was the epitome of gentleness, hospitality and, of course, prayerfulness.


For over 20 years I shared a special relationship with two priests who were part of the Marriage Encounter community like me.  Msgr. Charles Barth and Msgr. William Poyatt would join with me and a few couples almost every other month to share a meal and a dialogue question.  “Skip” or Msgr. “Skip” Barth would tell people how “mean” and “miserable” he was when he was asked how he was doing.  This was so far from the truth!  He was kind and gentle with a happy, peaceful demeanor for as long as I knew him!  He was a true people-person who loved the outdoors—especially fishing—and telling jokes.  “Fr. Bill” Poyatt would never admit to being a monsignor.  In fact, he hated the title.  He was an introvert who enjoyed reading.  Like Msgr. Skip, Fr. Bill was totally interested in relationships—especially between married couples.  He had no time for small talk but would be genuinely concerned about what was happening in those relationships that mattered most in a person’s life.  Over much time, Skip, Bill and I shared with a few couples and some other priests on too many matters to list here.  Most importantly, we learned the importance of feelings and relationship as together we honored the sacraments of Matrimony and Holy Orders.


Until the time of his moving to New York State, Fr. Charles Fehrenback, C.Ss.R. (a Redemptorist priest) was my confessor.  He resided at St. Peter’s Church in Philadelphia—which is also the location of the Shrine of St. John Neumann.  This gentle, knowledgeable priest aided me through the early years of my priesthood as I sought his wisdom and pastoral experience.  I understood very quickly why so many priests and laity alike sought him out for confession and spiritual guidance!


At the time of my ordination St. Maximilian Kolbe appeared on my invitation and holy card as my patron saint.  I wanted people to know about this remarkable priest who gave his life for a married man with a family in the concentration camp at Auschwitz, Poland.  Books have been written about him, so suffice it to say that my life as a priest attempts to give service to God and neighbor in imitation of St. Maximilian’s selflessness and love.  A statement of his—only love is creative—has become my personal motto.


Now that you have met some of the deceased priests who influenced my life, you have a better insight into my life.  Please pray for them and all priests.  While some in the media may single out a priest (or priests) who goes horribly astray and project this on all priests, I thank God each day for those holy men in my life who humbly served the Lord without realizing how they made an indelible impression on at least one other person’s life—mine!  I am touched by their attempts and struggles to follow the Lord Jesus as His disciples—as his priests.

I am proud to be counted as their brother priest.

Fr. Ed Namiotka

Monday, January 16, 2012

An Open Letter to All My Former Students



Dear Friends,

It feels funny this year not to be directly involved with the education of high school students after 20 years of formal work in Catholic education. For those of you who may be unaware, this past June after accepting my current assignment as pastor at St. Joseph Church in Somers Point, NJ, I am no longer part of Sacred Heart High School (Vineland)—having spent 14 wonderful years there. I had also happily served 6 years at St. Joseph High School (Hammonton).

I never really related to too many people the story of how I wound up working in Catholic education. Each year the Priest Personnel Office for the Diocese of Camden would send us a form to fill out. One of the questions on the form (at the time) asked if we, as priests, would be interested in the Catholic education apostolate. So I checked the box indicating yes. A few weeks later Bishop James T. McHugh who was then Bishop of Camden called me into his office. I remember the conversation like it was yesterday: “So I see you are interested in Catholic education. I want to assign you to high school work. But first I want you to commit to 10 years in this apostolate. I don’t want to make it a life sentence for any of my priests. But I do want you to give me 10 years. Will you do that?” I agreed to what the bishop asked of me. Twenty years later, having been through two subsequent bishops (Bishops DiMarzio and Galante), I am no longer directly involved in high school work. I, however, have a flourishing elementary school of over 500 students just across the street from my rectory and I try to teach the 8th grade students there each month!

Why I write this letter is to remind all those I have ever taught in any capacity whatsoever what the true mission of Catholic education is. I have certainly been overjoyed when I see that my former students are successful in their careers, when they were accepted into some of the best colleges, universities and schools throughout the country and when they have done various works in the community to make me proud. However, what brings me the most indescribable satisfaction is when I see my former students fully living out the teachings of the Catholic faith. Even if you were one of my students of another faith background, I am as proud as a parent when you—all of you—strive to guide your lives by the teachings of Jesus Christ.

Hanging on the wall of my first high school assignment (at St. Joseph's) was this sign: 

Let it be known to all who enter here that Jesus Christ is the reason for this school, the unseen but ever-present teacher in all its classes, the model of its faculty, and the inspiration for its staff and students.

Each day during my years in Catholic high school education, when I entered the school building, prayed before the Blessed Sacrament in the chapel, offered holy Mass in that same chapel or the nearby church, I thought of and tried to embody the words of this sign.

I know deep down in my heart that any of the accomplishments that the world and society may deem “successful” really mean absolutely nothing, if Jesus Christ is not part of our lives and our actions. The prestigious jobs, the advanced degrees, wealth, fame, fortune, etc. etc. are so temporary and passing. Any situation can change in an instant by death or tragedy. However, Jesus Christ, His words and His teachings are forever.

This simple but challenging principle—trying to live as Jesus taught—has guided and motivated me my entire life. I realize, like you probably do, that we all struggle and even occasionally fail in our attempt to fully live out the Gospel. Yet, I have never lost sight of the tremendous love, mercy, and forgiveness that Jesus offers to each of us as sinners.

Hopefully, even if you never paid attention to a word that I said in the classroom or a homily that I uttered from the pulpit you will listen to this: 

If you don’t have Jesus Christ with you as part of your lives, part of your families and part of your everyday actions, you are missing out on the true meaning of what life is all about.

This is what your Catholic education, if properly taught and heeded, intended to instill in you.

Don’t forget that we are also called to give what we have received. Jesus instructed His disciples the following regarding their faith: “Without cost you have received; without cost you are to give.” (Mt. 10: 8) Give your time, talent or treasure, back to your school, back to your church, back to your community and society. Give the faith--faith in Jesus--to your family. Don’t ever be so self-absorbed that you only care for yourself and your own needs.

And remember this please: if there is anything within my power that I can do spiritually for you as a priest, I remain here for you. I, first and foremost, think of myself as your priest no matter what other position I held. While I may have sometimes fallen short of expectations, I, nevertheless, tried dilligently to be a faithful servant of the Lord Jesus as His priest.

You are remembered in my prayers and as I approach the altar for Mass each day. Please don’t forget to pray for me once in a while. I need and depend upon your prayers to sustain me.

In Jesus,

Fr. Ed