Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Language of Love with Fr. Tim Kitzke

Fr. Tim Kitzke at Roses for Our Lady's May Crowning
On May 20th, his 26th anniversary to the priesthood, Fr. Tim Kitzke, the pastor of four parishes (including 7 churches), spiritual advisor for many groups within the Archdiocese of Milwaukee, and newly appointed Vicar General of the City of Milwaukee, a role in which he hopes to bring peace and hope to the city which has been beleaguered by violence, came to speak to the de Chantal Society at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary.   The de Chantal Society is led by Susan McNeil of the Nazareth Project and Lisa Brielmaier of Saint Francis de Sales Seminary, and their mission is to "spiritually form and inspire Catholic women who, like St. Jane de Chantal, are integral to families, vocations and the Catholic Church."  Following thirty minutes of silent Eucharistic adoration, Fr. Tim's talk was lively and inspiring and within it he gave us three challenges for the spiritual life.

The Language of Love by Fr. Tim Kitzke

Fr. Tim said that whenever he's preparing a homily or a talk, the Lord gives him little signs to help him in his preparation, and recently these signs came through a little girl, Magdalena, or Lena, for short, who accompanies her mother  when she meets Fr. Tim for spiritual direction.  


Fr. Tim said that his office is not child-friendly, and in it he has a large portrait of Our Mother of Perpetual Help that is on the floor leaning against the wall.  When Madgalena was a toddler and was learning how to crawl she used that picture of Our Mother of Perpetual Help to hold onto as she was learning to stand.  Fr. Tim, feeling nervous about the picture, told himself, "Tim, it's just a thing, let it go."  And the next thing he saw was little Lena looking at the image on the painting, and then she took her pacifier out of her mouth and tried to put it into baby Jesus' mouth!  He said this was a great symbol!  We're supposed to be pacifiers if we're living the language of love.

When Jesus ascends to heaven it's not to leave us as orphans, but so that we can take our proper role.   If Jesus were still here living in the world and walking among us, we wouldn't want to be listening to Fr. Tim, he wouldn't have a job. We'd be sitting at the feet of Christ, hanging on to His every word. But because Jesus ascended, we have to become peacemakers.  It's our first challenge. 

If you say that you love Jesus Christ, then you have to find peace in your heart before that peace can go out to others.  We have so much to worry about-the world, the Church, our children-but Jesus wants us to pray first of all for real peace to begin in our own hearts.  We have to find peace so that we can be peace and then we can find ways to pacify the world.

Open Doors

After Lena tired of sharing her pacifier with Jesus, she went to every door and tried to push it open.  That's our second challenge.  We're to open doors for others, and whatever door you open, open it wide.  We have a tendency, like the disciples, to stay behind locked and closed doors for fear.  But we need to engage, to open up our hearts to possibility.  Fear is paralyzing.  It closes our heart off.  There's an old Portuguese Proverb that says:  "A life lived in fear is a life half-lived."

Our demons come and they wake us up in the middle of the night causing us to lose sleep.  You have to cast out fear and get rid of whatever is demonic in your life.   Name your demons.  Give them a name  For example, there's the demon of self-loathing. Ask him to please leave.  And then pray to St. Michael the Archangel for his help.  Think about our baptismal promises.  Do you reject Satan?  The demonic powers have personal power.  They know the chinks in our armor and they know what will set us off into tailspins of fear.  We have to open the doors of our house to grace and peace.

Think of Jesus facing the demon in the desert, and in death, and when he descended into hell.  Why did Jesus have to go to hell?  One thought is that he had to face the devil in his own territory as an example to the disciples.  Another thought is that he went to hell because he was looking for Adam and Eve.  He had to go to the lowest part of hell to find them because they started this mess.  And there he found Adam with apple juice caked on his chin and Eve with tears crusted over her bereft eyes.  He tells them, "You weren't created for this.  Come with Me now."

When you wake up in the middle of the night tormented by demons, go to the medicine cabinet, and after you get over the shock of seeing yourself in the mirror, tell yourself, "You weren't created for this."

Use the Keys

After Lena found that pushing on the doors wasn't going to open them, she dumped out her mother's purse, found the keys and took them to the doors and tried to use them to unlock the doors.  Like Lena, we have the keys, it's the Church.  The Lord said to Peter, you are the rock and upon you I will build my Church.  We are challenged to use the keys of the Church to open and release fear, doubt, and anxiety.

Read holy scripture, pray the rosary or other devotions, spend quiet time in front of the Blessed Sacrament, go to Mass twenty minutes early or stay twenty minutes after Mass to pray.  Spiritual reading and coming to the de Chantal Society are also keys that will help us to live a spiritual life.  These are the keys that will help us to face the devil in battle.

Facing Failure

When Lena found that the doors were still locked and that her mother's keys didn't open them, she threw them down and jumped into her mother's lap.  Like Lena, we're going to face failure in the spiritual life.  We're going to obsess and face difficulties.  But the spiritual life is not a matter of success.  It's a matter of fidelity.  Half of life is just showing up!  So sometimes we just have to jump into our Mother's lap-into the arms of the Church and our Mother Mary's arms.  Yes, sometimes you will fail, but learn the language of "I kept trying." Sometimes you have to just let go and trust.  Faith is often a walk in the dark.

Fr. Tim said that after 26 years of the priesthood he's discovered that the more you let go, the better it is.  Somehow God works things out.  That's why we call it the mystery of grace. God will write straight with the crooked lines of our lives.

Realize that there have been people who have gone before you that know the way.  The saints give us an example and encouragement.  Aren't we lucky as Roman Catholics to have the saints?  We have a body of witnesses to walk with us.  They have a ladder of love that will take us to heaven.  

What the World Needs Now

Fr. Tim shared a story about his mother and how, in her last years on earth, he and his three siblings would all go to take care of her in her home.  They would clean her house, do the laundry and cook for her.  Fr. Tim went every Monday but one week his sister filled in for him.  The next week he asked his mom who cleaned better and his mom told him that he did.  So he called his sister to brag and she said, "That's odd because mom told me that I clean better!"  So Fr. Tim went back to his mom and asked her why she told both of them that they clean the best and she replied, "Oh Timmy, I only tell you what you need to hear!"

We all need to hear that we are loved unconditionally and irreplaceably.  As  St. Augustine says, God loves each one of us as if there were only one of us and He wants to help you.  Bask in the love of God.

If we take this seriously we can learn a new language, the language of love.  Or, as Fr. Tim has been frequently saying in his homilies and talks, what this world needs now is love, sweet love.

The next de Chantal Society meets on November 18th and 19th, 2015 at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary, 3257 S. Lake Drive in Milwaukee, with Bishop Richard Sklba.  The hour of adoration, benediction and spiritual formation is always followed by a wine and cheese or coffee and cake social.  It's a wonderful time for women to be uplifted and to visit with old friends, as well as to make new friends.  Visit their website here for more information.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Journey to Jerusalem and Beyond

Fr. Mauricio Fernandez presenting his maniturgia to his mother, Nilda.  Church tradition says that when a priest is ordained, he wipes the Chrism oil with  which the Archbishop anoints his hands on a towel (maniturgia)  and then presents it to his mother.  When she dies, she is buried with the maniturgia and presents it to Jesus to say "I gave you a priest."  She is then given a higher place in heaven because of her sacrifice. (photo credit:  Susie Rangel)

On Saturday, May 16th, Fr. Mauricio Fernandez and Fr. Dennis Saran were ordained to the priesthood for the Archdiocese of Milwaukee, and on Sunday, May 17th, my family and I were blessed to attend Fr. Mauricio's first Mass at St. Bruno's Church in Dousman.

Fr. Mauricio is a missionary to Milwaukee from Venezuela.  His sister and his mother, Nilda,  came to Milwaukee to be with him for his ordination and first Mass.  I'm always deeply moved during ordinations to watch the mothers of the new priests present the gifts to Archbishop Listecki and to their sons during the Mass, and the fact that Fr. Mauricio's mother traveled such a long distance to be with him, and would rarely have opportunities to see him in the future, was particularly moving.  She has given up so much in giving her son to the Church!  My eyes fill with tears at the thought of her love and her sacrifice.

At Fr. Mauricio's  Mass of thanksgiving, the church was beautifully decorated with a large portrait of Our Lady of Guadalupe behind the altar. The music was festive and peppered with Spanish tempos and flavor.  It was truly joyful and beautiful and obvious that a lot of work and planning went into the Mass!

During the homily, Fr. Javier Bustos who is also from Venezuela and is a mentor to Fr. Mauricio, spoke about how there was nobody else in the church who has had the same experiences as Nilda and said that she was the only one who knew Fr. Mauricio's entire life history. He said that all of Fr. Mauricio's life up to this point was preparing him for this moment.

In reflecting upon the scripture readings for the day, Fr. Javier said that after the Resurrection the apostles were all set for changes in Jerusalem, but it was not meant to be. They were witnesses of what happened in Jerusalem but now they were meant to leave Jerusalem and go to the end of the world to spread the Gospel message.  And like the apostles, Fr. Mauricio had to leave his home of Venezuela and go to the end of the go to Dousman, Wisconsin!

Fr. Bustos said that the  journey toward Jerusalem is our journey, too.  It's the journey toward the fulfillment of our own vocation, our own call.  Speaking to Fr. Mauricio, Fr. Bustos said, "Yesterday, you got to Jerusalem.   Welcome!  But surprise!  You will not stay in Jerusalem.  You are to witness what you experienced to everyone.  You aren't starting here, this is not a blank page in your life. You'll remember everything that happened in your life and share how God brought you to Jerusalem with everyone to whom you minister."

Following the Mass a festive party ensued complete with ethnic music and dancing, but, surprisingly, the food was All-American!  Fr. Ralph Gross, the pastor of St. Bruno's, explained that Fr. Mauricio asked for a simple picnic with hamburgers and hot dogs to go with the Venezuelan music.  The combination was a perfect blending of two cultures.

The two videos below show just a brief part of the celebration that followed Fr. Mauricio's first Mass. A Mexican dancing group entertained us with ethnic dances and a group of musicians and dancers sang "God is beautiful."  The group was so welcoming and they encouraged everyone who was nearby to join them and Fr. Mauricio in the dance, and they even got yours truly to participate.  It was so much fun!

To learn more about Fr. Mauricio Fernandez, please visit the Milwaukee Catholic Herald here:  Aspiring Mayor Elects to Follow God Instead.

To learn more about Fr. Dennis Saran, please visit the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel here:  Islamic Daughters Influence Father's Journey to Priesthood.

And most importantly, please keep Fr. Mauricio and Fr. Dennis in your prayers.

Prayer of the Lay Associate of the Priesthood of the Handmaids of the Precious Blood

Lord Jesus, live in all priests and help them to truly appreciate their unique oneness with You so that they will never crave for more or less than just Yourself and Your Love forever.  

Grant Fr. Mauricio and Fr. Dennis the grace to seek for no other joy than Your Love and the privilege of bringing it to others.

Grant to me an ever-deepening reverence of Your Priesthood.  And when death ends my life here on earth, may You, the Eternal High Priest, reveal to me in the Beatific Vision the consolation everlasting of having prayed and sacrificed for your priests here on earth.  Amen.



Good Samaritan Dad

"How do we change the world?  One single Act of Random Kindness at a time." 
~From the movie Evan Almighty

“On the parable of the Good Samaritan: "I imagine that the first question the priest and Levite asked was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But by the very nature of his concern, the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?”  ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

"And he said to them, 'Suppose one of you has a friend to whom he goes at midnight and says, 'Friend, lend me three loaves of bread, for a friend of mine has arrived at my house from a journey and I have nothing to offer him,' and he says in reply from within, 'Do not bother me; the door has already been locked and my children and I are already in bed.  I cannot get up to give you anything.'  I tell you, if he does not get up to give him the loaves because of their friendship, he will get up to give him whatever he needs because of his persistence."   ~Luke 11:5-8

Paul and Mary
It was 9:45 on a Saturday night and  the whole family had all gone to bed when someone started ringing the doorbell and banging on the door. I was afraid to answer it. We sure weren't expecting anyone at 9:45 at night!  In the twenty-three years that we have lived in our home we've witnessed lots of questionable and illegal activity right outside our windows like drunk drivers crashing through the fence at the dead-end, tumbling down onto the railroad tracks, SWAT teams entering the candy store across the street for a drug search, graffiti sprayed in the alley and on our garage, bikes stolen from our back yard, our car tires slashed, and teenagers smoking pot in their cars right in front of our house.  And just last week the kids and I witnessed a robbery at a neighborhood dog grooming store resulting in a violent display right on the sidewalk as we were driving to the grocery store.  So I felt justified in my fear thinking that anyone who's ringing doorbells late at night can't be up to any good.

But Paul, who is always much braver and kinder than I am, went to the door and found these two young, teenage boys who asked to use our phone.  They said that they had been playing basketball all day at the nearby playground and their ride didn't come to pick them up and they didn't know how to get home. They said that they came to our house because they knew that Mary lived here. 

Paul realized that one of the boys was Mary's friend from school.  When Mary first transferred from our Catholic parish school to the neighborhood public school, she used to complain about this boy frequently because he  bullied her so much.  It was such a problem, in fact, that I had involved the principal for help in addressing how he treated my daughter.  But over time, Mary and this boy came to be good friends.  In fact, Mary shares so many stories of him during family dinner each night, that the older brothers have all taken to teasing her about him.  

One of the things that Mary has shared with us about her friend is that his family had been evicted from their home and have recently moved to the inner city and he has to take a city bus all the way across town to school each day.  As Mary often says, there are a lot of poor kids at her school.

So Paul told the boys that he'd get dressed and take them home.  We woke Mary up and asked her if she'd like to ride along and she quickly got up and, although bleary-eyed from sleep, joyfully accompanied her father and her friend on the ride across town.  

 I feel so grateful for all of the blessings that God has showered upon my family, and my  heart aches for that young boy and his family who endure so many hardships the likes of which I have never known.  I pray that this one small act of kindness that Paul showed to these boys will long inspire them to show kindness to others; that this will be a pay-it-forward experience that brings goodness to this small part of our world in many small but loving ways.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Your Hearts Will Rejoice

"When a woman is in labor, she is in anguish because her hour has arrived; but when she has given birth to a child, she no longer remembers the pain because of her joy that a child has been born into the world. So you also are now in anguish.  But I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you."  ~John 16:20-23 as proclaimed by Deacon Andrew Linn at  daily Mass 

Paul and I with Deacon Andrew Linn before he was a deacon
I woke up Friday morning determined to have a good day.  I'd been in a funk of late, feeling certain that the devil was spiritually attacking me in his anger over the recent Roses for Our Lady May Crowning Celebration that I had helped plan, knowing that he hates to see Our Lady honored, and I was irritable, cranky, overwhelmed and tired for the past few weeks, and seemed unable to shake the bad mood.  But this day was going to be different, I was sure. I was going to put a smile on and enjoy the day.  

However, on the way to work the traffic was terribly congested and I felt my irritation returning.  I glanced at myself in the rear-view mirror with distaste as I noticed that my new anti-frizz hair serum made my freshly washed hair look greasy, and my favorite parking spot was already occupied when I arrived at work.  "Hmmph," I grumbled, "this good day is already going down hill."

When I got to my office I desperately stuck my head in the bathroom sink to rinse out the hair serum in the hopes of thwarting a bad hair day and then made it through the busy morning at work pleasantly enough.  I was grateful that I got to my lunch break in time to make the 12:05 Mass at the Church of the Gesu just two blocks away from my office.

I stood on the corner of 12th Street and Wisconsin Avenue waiting for the light to change, silently praying the third decade of my rosary, offering it for my friend, Fr. Steve Avella, whose name was on the Monthly Prayer Request for Priests calendar for the day, and was trying to not be too distracted by the homeless woman across the street who was walking into Gesu Church.  She's a regular attendee at the 12:05 Mass, walking in and out of the church during Mass and asking for donations from people as they return to their pews after Communion.  I often feel repelled by her appearance and her behavior during Mass and struggle with offering her kindness and compassion.  I asked Jesus to help me to see Him inside of her.  After all, it wasn't too long ago that Pope Francis asked how we can hope to see Jesus in the Eucharist if we can't see Him in the beggar outside the church door.  I think of St. Francis of Assisi who overcame his disgust of leprosy by finally kissing a leper and felt that the likelihood of me ever becoming a saint, me who is more concerned with bad hair days and bad traffic than with loving the poor and the suffering, was highly unlikely.

At that very moment, lost in that distracted prayer, I heard a deep and cheerful voice behind me say, "Hello, Anne!"  I turned toward the voice and saw a man in a clerical collar but didn't recognize him at first.  Then I realized that it was my friend, Deacon Andrew Linn, who had just been ordained three weeks earlier.  It was the first time that I'd seen him in his collar since his ordination day and the surprise of it threw me off.  He had said that he hoped to assist at Mass and we hurried into church together.  Deacon Andrew did a fabulous job at the side of Fr. Roc O'Connor of the St. Louis Jesuits fame.  And during the Prayer of the Faithful, as Fr. Roc gave a  little time for the congregation to voice their petitions out loud, I overheard a man giving thanks for Deacon Andrew and I silently joined him in his prayer of gratitude.

And with that surprise appearance from my friend, and the sight of him joyfully and eagerly assisting at Mass, my dark mood lifted and the early morning determination for a happy day was realized.  I went forward into the afternoon with more confidence that my spirit would remain joyful, and with hope that love and compassion for the poor will continue to grow within my heart.  Deacon Andrew Linn made my day!  Please keep Deacon Andrew and his classmates, Deacon Patrick Behling and Deacon Michael Wolfe, in your prayers as they continue their preparation for ordination to the priesthood next year.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

St. Lucy

St. Lucy relic, photo courtesy Kurt Keidl, OFS

St. Lucy relic, photo courtesy of Kurt Keidl, OFS
I work with a beautiful young woman who is always energetic and enthusiastic.  In the past year since she began working in my office I have only ever known her to be upbeat and positive, forever smiling and laughing, even about her mistakes...even about my mistakes.  She is a joy!

Late last fall she was suffering from a lot of headaches, and, thinking it was from her contact lenses, went to the eye doctor and was told that she had a detached retina and needed immediate surgery.  She was out of work for six weeks during which time she had to lay down face down in a special chair the entire time.  Can you imagine laying face down, unable to move, for six weeks?

When she came back to work she was right back to her cheerful self without a single complaint about what she had been through.  She still had many follow-up doctor appointments to attend and last month at one of her appointments she was told that she might need a surgery on the other eye and that it was likely that she could never have children because the strain of pushing a baby during childbirth could permanently damage her vision.  She's newly married and she and her husband have just purchased their first house so the hope of starting a family is something that she has been looking forward to.

When she shared this news with us at work it was the first time that I saw her visibly upset about all that she was going through and she asked me to pray for her.  I told her that I would pray to St. Lucy, the patron saint of eye troubles, and I shared the story of St. Lucy and a novena prayer with her and another co-worker, and we all agreed to pray it together even though neither of my co-workers are Catholic.  We began the prayer immediately.

The next morning she was to have a follow-up doctor appointment where she would learn more about the next eye surgery.  While she was at the appointment, I decided to share the novena with the rest of my co-workers (there are only 12 of us.)  I wasn't sure how it would go since only a few of my co-workers are Catholics and I don't really know how everyone else feels about prayer and God.  But I did know that most of them are devout Christians and also that everyone is very fond of our friend with the eye ailment and would like to see her suffering end.  So I took a big breath, whispered a silent prayer to St. Lucy, and shared copies of the novena prayer with everyone in my office, asking them to pray with me.  I was met with great interest in St. Lucy and  overwhelming support for the prayer.

I had just finished sharing the St. Lucy novena with everyone when our friend came in from her doctor appointment and announced that she was perfectly fine, that the only surgery she might need in the future would be for possible cataracts.  And, she further shared with us the great news that her doctor told her that she could go ahead and have children and resume all of her old activities.

It was a miracle, I'm sure!  Our girl St. Lucy is one powerful saint!  Thanks be to God!

St. Lucy's incorruptible body, photo courtesy of Kurt Keidl, OFS

St. Lucy's incorruptible body, photo courtesy of Kurt Keidl, OFS

Prayer to Saint Lucy

Saint Lucy,
Whose beautiful name signifies 'LIGHT'
by the light of faith which God bestowed upon you
increase and preserve His light in my soul
so that I may avoid evil,
Be zealous in the performance of good works
and abhor nothing so much as the blindness and
the darkness of evil and sin.
Obtain for me, by your intercession with God
Perfect vision for my bodily eyes
and the grace to use them for God’s greater honour and glory
and the salvation of souls.
St. Lucy, virgin and martyr
hear my prayers and obtain my petitions.

Visit this link for the story of St. Lucy's life.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Jesus Loves You

Breath of God perfume from Lush.
With each wave of my wrist it reminds me of God's loving presence in my life.

In the final weeks leading up to Roses for Our Lady's annual Mother's Day May Crowning and outdoor Eucharistic Rosary Procession, I am usually a nervous wreck.  This is the fifth year that I've been involved with planning the event, and while it has gotten much easier with each passing year,  the jitters nevertheless take over so profoundly that I forget to trust God and His love for me and turn into an irritable grouch.  I hate that.  I think about how I expect my children to be joyful and to obey me immediately and thoroughly when I ask them to do something, and yet, I fail to be that kind of daughter to my own Mother.  I want to give with joy, but when I get stressed about planning the May Crowning, I feel that I am only giving my Mother the crumbs from my spiritual table, begrudgingly giving of myself with complaints and negativity instead of joyfully working to please her.

The very first year that I was involved in planning the May Crowning and felt overwhelmed by the burden, I had complained to a friend about my concerns and worries.  His three word response was simple yet powerful.   He said, "Jesus loves you."  At the time I don't think I found those words to be particularly helpful.  I think I was looking for more sympathy like, "Oh you poor thing!  You're working so hard!  Well, don't worry, everything will be alright."  But really, thinking back on it, that's exactly what he said with the words "Jesus loves you."  That was really all that I needed to know.

And this year, sure enough, the irritability and worry have been creeping back into my soul with each day that the calendar draws a bit closer to the May Crowning.  It's so silly, really, because everything is well planned and we have lots of volunteers and I know that by the time the May Crowning is over I'll be beaming over how beautiful everything was, but still, I'm plagued by nervous tension and anxiety.  

But Jesus, knowing my struggle with anxiety again this year, wanted to remind me of His love to help me overcome my worries.  And here's how He did it:

Last week, as I was walking through the parking structure where I work, ready to begin my day, I found some beautiful beads lying on the ground.  At first I had thought it was a rosary but after counting the beads and doing a little searching, I learned that they were meant for praying either the Chaplet of the Sacred Heart of Jesus or the Chaplet of Precious Blood.  I was overjoyed, feeling that because I have a great devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and as an Oblate of the Precious Blood, the Lord had specifically placed those beads where I would find them as a reminder of His great love for me.  

Then, I received a sweet and simple message from my friend, Fr. Steve, letting me know that he had remembered my intentions, and those of my family, in his Mass for the Immaculate Heart of Mary. His spontaneous message and his precious gift of Mass was surely a fitting sign of God's love, especially considering that it was a Mass for the Immaculate Heart of Mary!

Finally, my sisters and I gather for a monthly rosary night, and at our most recent gathering, I offered our rosary for the success of the May Crowning and for a decrease in my anxiety which was still causing me so much distress despite those two beautiful signs of God's love that I had already received.  The prayers of siblings are always powerful, especially when it's the rosary that we pray, and the following morning my prayer was answered as I awoke with peace in my heart and remembered my friend's message to me from five years ago:  "Jesus loves you."  

I know that if the day of the May Crowning comes with rainy weather or any other unforeseen difficulty or challenge, it will still be a beautiful day and a perfect offering of love. All that Jesus and our Blessed Mother asks of me, and of all of those who attend the May Crowning, is to bring our loving presence and a little bit of joy in our hearts, and all with be perfectly well.  Jesus loves you and that's all we ever need to know.

Why not join Roses for Our Lady at this year's May Crowning?  It will be held on Sunday, May 10th at 2 pm at the Archdiocesan Marian Shrine, 141 N. 68th Street in Milwaukee.  It's the largest May Crowning in Milwaukee and it's always beautiful!  Visit this link for more information.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Loyola Art Museum

On a recent visit to the Magnificent Mile in Chicago, my family and I made a quick visit to the Loyola University Museum of Art.  Free admission on Tuesday was definitely a bonus.  The museum was very small, consisting of only two floors.  The first floor showcased a Shaker Art display which was beautiful in its simplicity.  The second floor held a display of sacred art from the Renaissance period, my very favorite!  I just have a few snapshots to share of the pieces that moved my heart, without the accompanying descriptions, unfortunately, but the art truly does speak for itself.  For more information about the Loyola University Museum of Art, visit here.  For more on the Martin D'arcy, S.J. Collection, from which all of the images below were taken, visit here.  Martin D'Arcy, SJ, was a Jesuit priest who lived in England from 1888-1976.  This collection is named in his honor.

The head of John the Baptist.  The accompanying description mentioned that those who suffered from headaches and ailments of the head would place their hat upon the face of  St. John to receive healing.

Mother and Child

Nativity Triptych

crucifix and vessels

The Queen of Heaven with four Jesuit saints from left to right:  St. Stanislaus Kostka,SJ,  St. Ignatius Loyola, SJ,
St. Francis Xavier, SJ and St. Aloysius Gonzaga, SJ

Ecce Homo (description here)

Crucifixion  Polyptych 

The angel standing below the crucifix is capturing the Precious Blood of Christ in a chalice.