in this series, and I continued reading great Catholic books once my RCIA class started too.
For example, I read Mirabai Starrs' translation of The Book of My Life by St. Teresa of Avila. It is a fascinating book about prayer by a fascinating woman. By reading Big Terry's book, I discovered the work of another obscure author I had never heard of who had a big impact on this Doctor of the Church and on me. Here is what St. Teresa says on page 20 of her book that peaked my interest,
On the way to my sister's village, we stopped in to see my Uncle Pedro. He gave me a copy of The Third Spiritual Alphabet by Francisco de Osuna. This is a book all about the Prayer of Recollection. In the past year, I had realized what harm my appetite for romance novels had done to my soul, and I had begun to develop a tremendous appreciation for spiritual books. Since I did not know a thing about the practice of contemplative prayer, or how to go about recollecting my senses and my thoughts, I was thrilled to find a book that told me exactly what to do.
It turns out that Paulist Press published this book as a part of their excellent The Classics of Western Spirituality Series and it's readily available. A visit to Amazon.com, a few clicks of the mouse, and a credit card authorization later, and The Third Spiritual Alphabet was on its way to me.
Within a week it arrived, all 609 pages of it. And let me tell you, de Osuna did not disappoint. I broke out my pencil for underlining purposes early, and often. Here are some examples of his thoughts from a few of the chapter and section headings,
Communion to God is Open to All; As Gifts Increase, So Do Our Debts; How We Should Give Thanks In Adversity; Blindness is Necessary to See God; How We Cannot Know God in Himself While We Live; Imitating Our Lord in the Desert of Recollection.
And here are a few of his thoughts on recollection that I underlined,
p.170: ...we note that the devotion is called recollection because it gathers together those who practice it and, by erasing all dissension and discord, makes them of one heart and love. Not content with just this, recollection, more than any other devotion, has the known, discernible property by which someone who follows it can be greatly moved to devotion when he sees another person also recollected.
Having just left the greater Los Angeles area for my hometown in the hills of Tennessee, these words on the next page struck a chord with me too,
p.171: This devotion encourages us to retire from the traffic of people and noisy places to dwell in more secluded regions and to go out only now and then. If we do leave, we find ourselves anxious to return to our retreat to enjoy recollection, and we are just as eager as when we began the practice. We are like an eel that slips around in the fisherman's hands so it can wriggle back into the water.
He could say that again. He goes on to say,
In recollection news and vain gossip have no appeal, nor do we like to hear anything that does not advise us to withdraw further into our hearts...for (the recollected) only wish is to see God with their hearts.
You should also remember that no one masters any art without arduous practice, and the more one practices and becomes accustomed to something, the more quickly he masters it. Do not be so foolish as not to respect in this devotion and art the two things we observe in all occupations. First, learn it so that you are its master; do not be content to remain a beginner all your life like stupid, listless people who are forever learners, never attaining the science of truth because they are insufficiently attentive to their tasks. They are like the one in the gospel of whom it is said, "This man began to build and could not finish( Luke 14:30)."
How ignorant is the man who starts to build a house but does not concentrate on finishing it as quickly as possible so he can enjoy it soon! ...If you wish to build the house of recollection for your souls, brother, you will profit immensely by remembering your intention. Plan to finish it.
Aye, aye sir! Now that I've given you a taste of my pal Fr. Francisco, I promise to share more of his thoughts in future posts. I can assure you of this because of the minor miracle that I will briefly describe for you now.
You may not have noticed that I've been blogging here for just over a year and this is only the second time that I am writing about my friend Fr. Francisco. I mentioned him briefly in the YIMC Book Club discussion of Mere Christianity when we were reading C.S. Lewis' thoughts on pride. The principal reason for me keeping Fr. Francisco hidden from view is simple: I misplaced his book!
I had searched up and down my house, and my office, for it too. I reckon that it has been missing from my shelves for well over a year. Miraculously, and admittedly this is a minor miracle, not a supernatural one, the book reappeared in the back seat of my car last night. Here is the story.
Our family attended a Christmas party last night, see, and we took two cars because my wife had to go early to help set up. She took my eldest son with her to help her carry things. In Marine Corps jargon, her and my son were the Weathers "advance party" to the event. I followed in trace with the "main body" which included myself and my two younger children.
With the advent of cellular phones, this "advance party(AP) - main body (MB)" jargon makes sense to me because the AP called the MB about five times between the time the AP left and the MB crossed the line of departure. The message traffic went sort of like this,
AP to MB: "Could you bring my make-up bag? I left it in my other purse. Over."
MB to AP: "Roger that AP, will do."
AP to MB: "MB, MB, could you stop by the ATM and get some money so we can buy some raffle tickets? I'm out of cash. Over."
MB to AP: "Roger that AP, will do. Over."
AP to MB: "Could you bring XYZ with you? I just realized I forgot it. Over."
MB to AP: "Negative AP, we are enroute and only 5 mikes (minutes) from your location. Over.
AP to MB: "OK then, disregard. Over and out."
The MB arrives at the party and finds it well attended and packed to the gills with people enjoying themselves immensely and noted a long, snake-like, slow-moving, line of people waiting their turn for the food. I tracked down my wife, who was busy helping out, etc. I informed her that I had the makeup bag in the car and to let me know when she needs it and I'll go get it. She said, "why didn't you bring it in?" and discretion being the better part of valor, I turned tail and went and got it, ASAP.
As I approached my car, unlocked the doors, and rounded the rear bumper to open the passenger door on the side of the car where I had deposited the make-up bag, I was shocked to see Fr. Francisco's book sitting there pretty as you please. When I unlocked the car, the dome light comes on automatically and I just stared through the window at that book for probably 15 seconds before I opened the door. I was thinking to, "where did you come from?" That seat had been empty when I threw the makeup bag there less than an hour earlier.
I was happy though, and thanked the Lord that it reappeared. It turned out that my youngest son had somehow noticed that something was bulging in the pouch on the back of the front passenger seat. He may have thought that I was hiding a Christmas present in there or something. I'm sure he was disappointed when it turned out to be one of his Dad's dog-eared and well worn old books. So he just tossed it onto the seat and never said a word.
Sometimes that is how minor miracles work themselves out. Regardless, I'm just glad Francisco is back and I look forward to sharing more of his thoughts with you in future posts.