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When I read the Gospels filled with stories of Jesus, it can feel at times like I’m reading a superhero comic complete with superhuman feats and perfectly scripted comebacks for every occasion. There are even super villains. But unlike superheroes, Jesus is without flaws. He is perfect. He is God! So, as a Catholic who has suffered from depression and anxiety, at times, I have struggled to feel like Jesus, savior of the world who can raise the dead, can understand what it’s like to be the imperfect human that is me.

We are told Jesus was both fully divine and fully human. It’s one of those Catholic mysteries we love to recite but is hard to actually wrap our minds around. If Jesus was fully human, in theory, he should understand our full spectrum of emotions and needs. We are told he wept and felt disappointment. He looked forward to things and loved. He felt tempted, exasperated, and angry. He even felt hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. Listing these, it seems he was able to check off all the human emotions on his “human experiences bucket list.” Though, while we can agree he felt these emotions, it’s hard not to resentfully question whether he was ever overwhelmed by them.

Depression and anxiety can and do overwhelm. It’s like your body is betraying you. You feel trapped and out of control. So, I can’t help but wonder, how can God feel trapped? He is God. He is fully in control. He has a divine plan. God can’t understand feeling helpless because he has never been helpless. He has never felt trapped. He may have been human, but could he truly have been that human? For a long time, the answer to that question for me was, “No.”

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At least, that was what I thought until recently while reading the story of Jesus praying in the garden of Gethsemane. The Gospels tell us he is in anguish. He is desperately praying. He is panicking. The Pharisees are calling for his head. Judas is en route. Peter will betray him. His disciples can’t even stay awake with him. And as mankind turns on him, his own body, human in form, turns on him as well.

In Mark, Jesus explains to his disciples: “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a pretty good description of depression. Depression can feel like the decay of death is eating away at you, overwhelming you, exhausting you, rotting your insides until you are like a walking corpse.

Are you feeling hopeless? 

Fr. Mike offers insights on how to combat despair. If you feel like you’ve tried everything, see no way out, or think nothing matters, Fr. Mike reminds you of the true meaning of hope. He explains that we can always rely on God’s presence. Choosing hope means choosing to act with courage, even if that victory is as simple as getting out of bed. 

Finally, he reminds us that one of the best ways to fight despair is to bring that hopelessness to God in Confession. You are loved, you are valued, and you are absolutely irreplaceable. 

Our team at Ascension is thinking of you and praying for you. If you’re going through a difficult time or struggling with your mental health, don’t hesitate to reach out for help. Talk to someone you trust or seek support from a professional. You can also call or text the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988 (available 24/7).

According to biblical scholars, St. Paul spent 18 months in Corinth (AD 50–51) founding the church there (Acts 18:1–18). Sometime between AD 51 and AD 53, St. Paul wrote a letter to them with moral instructions: “I wrote to you in my letter not to associate with sexually immoral people.” (1 Cor 5:9)

In the spring of AD 54, St. Paul sent the First Letter to the Corinthians from Ephesus via his delegate St. Timothy. That same year, St. Paul made a “painful visit” to Corinth (2 Cor 2:1), and he also wrote them a “tearful letter” (2 Cor 2:4; 7:8) after that visit.

The “tearful letter” was delivered through St. Titus. Afterward, St. Paul met Titus and heard from him both good news and new challenges regarding the church in Corinth. Hence, in the spring of AD 55, St. Paul sent the Second Letter to the Corinthians from Macedonia via St. Titus.

St. Paul wrote, “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” (2 Cor 1:3–4)

The word comfort literally means to come to one’s side. A fourth-century biblical commentator known as Ambrosiaster wrote, “Paul mentions two kinds of consolation. One is the sort by which people who are suffering distress unjustly on account of the name of Christ find consolation in being set free. The other is the consolation of those who, when they are grieved because of sins, receive consolation from the fact that hope of forgiveness is promised to them when they mend their ways. This happens amid a community of those who have received consolation from God and been rescued from distress.”

In 2 Cor 1:12–24, St. Paul explained his change of plans. St. John Chrysostom commented: “Paul did not want to go to Corinth in order to plunge the Corinthians into despair. Instead, he stayed away so that they would reform themselves, fearing what might otherwise happen if he did come.”

St. Paul wrote, “For our boast is this, the testimony of our conscience, that we behaved in the world with simplicity and godly sincerity, not by earthly wisdom but by the grace of God, and supremely so toward you.” (2 Cor 1:12) 

Ambrosiaster commented: “The boast of Paul’s conscience was simplicity and sincerity, qualities which belong to God’s teaching. In his first letter Paul had criticized teaching based on earthly wisdom, and he alludes to that again here. He accused preachers of that kind both because they preached according to the wisdom of the world and because they were doing it in order to make money.

Jesus will be heading into the garden soon. At this point in our Lenten journey, are we ready to go with him? Maybe we can take a few pointers from an old-time folk song.

I recently heard Garden Song, a tune that I had long forgotten about. Its catchy melody and rhyme triggered childhood memories of singing along, not realizing at a young age the significance of the lyrics.

Written by David Mallette and made famous in 1979 by the unmistakeable voice of singer John Denver, Garden Song is often associated with a folksy, perhaps even environmentally friendly, outlook on life, some might say aimed primarily at children (some readers may remember when Denver sang this song on The Muppets. But when I heard it a few weeks ago it struck me in a very Lenten way.

“Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow. All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground,” sings Denver. “Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow. Someone warm them from below til the rain comes tumblin’ down.”

Aren’t we all trying to cultivate our spiritual gardens in Lent? Lent is a time to “dig” deep into the soil of our lives. We can take time to really evaluate what makes up that soil. Is it nutrient rich? Does it have all the elements needed to grow fruit that will nourish our souls? What does nutrient-rich spiritual soil even look like? In Lent, we are told that we build up our soil with prayer, fasting and almsgiving. Have we made these three pillars a priority, and are we ready to turn the corner into Holy Week?

“Pullin’ weeds and pickin’ stones, man is made of dreams and bones,” goes the third verse.

I couldn’t think of a better image to describe the Lenten journey than “pullin’ weeds and pickin’ stones.” Have we successfully pulled some weeds and picked some stones? Are we still battling the weeds and stones (maybe boulders?) of sin in our lives? Have we cleared the soil of our nagging vices of sins against charity, lack of prayer, addiction to things that take us away from God? Have we gone to confession lately?

The song continues: “Feel the need to grow my own, ‘cause the time is close at hand.” The time is indeed close at hand. We will soon recall Jesus’s agony in the Garden of Gethsemane on Holy Thursday after the celebration of the Mass of the Lord’s Supper. Are we ready to accompany Jesus on that garden journey? How does our garden compare to that garden?

It’s been six years, going into a seventh. Well, not quite, but hear me out. I still love my phone, even though it no longer receives operating system updates.

Seems I’m not alone when it comes to the Note 9 from Samsung. I started out with the “8” model back in 2018, buying it outright and using it subsequently on a month-to-month basis with Telus Mobility.

I came into the Android ecosystem quite by accident, when I won an early Samsung S IIX phone in an online contest. I say “by accident,” but as a physics and computer sciences teacher it was only natural I’d be drawn to the Android world. The closed nature of the Apple system didn’t appeal to me, aside from using a MacBook Air for a few years, although alongside a Chromebook and various Windows computers.

My Note 8 purchase was the first time I actually bought a phone. Previously I had phones related to my work, phones going back to the BlackBerry days. That contest-win phone hooked me on the Android platform and its freedom to explore, much different from the iPod/iPad/MacBook environment I had used at one time.

With the Note 8 I was immediately captivated by the large screen and the pen it came with, the so-called S Pen, which was part of what made the Galaxy Note lineup unique. This pen makes for easy markups of images and graphics, as well as selective captures of text, both highly useful if, like me, you are an avid poster to various social media platforms.

I was devastated when my Note 8 was destroyed by a gravel truck driving over it, a story I previously wrote about in this space. The phone was initially lost but eventually found, all but unrecognizable, thanks to Google’s Find My Phone service. I immediately replaced the unusable “8” with a used Note 9 equipped with a new battery.

Another aspect that made the Note 8 special, aside from the S Pen, was that this phone was almost entirely paid for from an experimental foray into cryptocurrency—singular, Bitcoin—as no others of any consequence existed back then. And, yes, the gain was reported on the tax return that year.

So why stick with the Note phone? Well, let’s list some of the reasons for the replacement Note 9. Gorgeous screen, as good now as when the phone was new. Part of the appeal of the screen is the curved vertical edges. These are used for additional menuing features. I can keep a number of frequently used applications in these sidebar menus, effectively expanding the front screen. Terrific camera at the time of introduction, and still pretty good after all these years.

How should we approach the beginning of Holy Week? Fr. Mark-Mary explains that following Mary’s example is the most powerful way to enter the mystery of Christ’s Passion. We should be open, available, and receptive to receiving the Bridegroom.

As we move from Palm Sunday into the most holy week of the Christian Calendar, Bobby urges us to ask ourselves: Is Christ the king of my heart? 

In ancient times, palm branches were a symbol of strength and celebration. For the Feast of Booths in the seventh month, God’s people used palms and other luxuriant branches to celebrate (see Leviticus 23:40 and Nehemiah 8:15). Victors in athletic games and battles were often given palm branches to symbolize their strength. King Solomon engraved images of palms into the pillars of the Temple. 

When Jesus is welcomed into Jerusalem with palms, they serve as a symbol of his kingship. But do we treat Christ with the kingship he deserves? 

We all play a part in the Passion story. Some of us are Peter when he denies Christ. Some of us are the Jews who are not willing to give up everything to follow Christ. Or sometimes we play a different part depending on the day. Too few are the times when we stay at the foot of the Cross with him. 

Where are you in the story? Ask God, “Where have I let you down?” or, “How have I been faithful to you?” Let this Holy Week be different from years past.

Ask any religious sister, and she will share a litany of lessons and blessings from her time serving the Church. As they celebrate their 60th anniversaries as sisters, the lists Sister Nancy Brown and Sister Margaret Sadler offer are almost too long to record.

Both sisters spoke with The B.C. Catholic during the bi-annual Catholic Women’s League Sisters Appreciation Dinner, held March 3 at the Italian Cultural Centre. This year’s event was one of the largest, with 400 people packing into the large conference hall.

“Nuns don’t retire, they get retreaded,” Sister Sadler joked.

The Saskatchewan-born, B.C.-raised Sadler is a Sister of the Child Jesus. Social justice has always been a significant concern for her and was a focus during her time as a teacher. She has worked with Development and Peace throughout her time as a religious sister.

One of her highlights is the decades she spent working with Indigenous peoples in Northern Manitoba. The First Nations people she worked with challenged her, giving her a deeper appreciation for nature and respect for God’s creation.

After “being retreaded,” Sister Sadler became director of formation for Sisters of the Child Jesus associates, providing spiritual direction to the lay arm of the congregation. order.

During the Jubilee of Hope, the diamond jubilarian said the Holy Spirit gives her hope. “I couldn’t live if I didn’t believe in the Holy Spirit,” she said.

Another of the diamond jubilarians, Sister Nancy Brown, needs no introduction—the occasional B.C. Catholic contributor and founding member of Covenant House Vancouver has a long record of social justice work within the Archdiocese.

With a wry smile, she describes the last 60 years as “interesting.”

Looking at her history, she seems to have done it all: educator, university chaplain, novice director for the Sisters of Charity in Halifax—there aren’t many areas of religious life she hasn’t dedicated at least a small part of her life to.

The most recent chapter of her life as a sister has been the longest and is the one she speaks most about. Her time with Covenant House has been multifaceted: pastoral counsellor, senior manager, ombudsperson—she has done it all.

Her work at Covenant House has fostered her love for social justice, service for the marginalized, and advocacy for those without a voice.

Sister Brown is heartened by the recent trend of lay people taking responsibility for their parishes and for the Church more broadly. Their sincerity gives her hope for the future, she says.

By Father Larry Lynn

A crack in the culture of death?

I’ve been involved in the pro-life movement for about 14 years. For many others, it has been twice or even three times that long. Upon awakening to the horror inflicted on individual pre-born humans and the exponential societal damage it causes, we “come to ourselves,” like the Prodigal Son in the parable. We begin to grasp the enormity of the problem we are facing. The abortion mindset has grown exponentially since the 1960s. What was once a strong taboo seems to have been embraced by the whole world in a remarkably short time. It boggles the mind.

How can we possibly fight such a juggernaut as the culture of death? It is pervasive, and if you speak against it, you are labeled as fringe. Your point of view is not welcome in the public square.

But once the mind’s eye is opened to the truth that no one has the right to take an innocent human life, the size of the giant no longer matters. We must not be afraid; we must confront the giant. Because the giant is a big lie, and truth is eternal.

So many people have been standing against abortion, witnessing publicly and praying steadfastly for years, reaching out one soul at a time. Years and years of prayer often pass with little visible change, and it can become daunting. Yet we continue to pray, persevere, and find ways to support women who might be considering abortion. It’s a process that works person to person, soul to soul. Sometimes a life is saved—just one soul. But one soul is more valuable than the whole universe.

The potential closing of the Bagshaw abortion mill is undoubtedly good news. Any time an abortion mill closes, it’s a victory. I believe that our prayers, public witness, diligence, and faithfulness are making an impact on that massive abortion juggernaut. I think I see a crack in their seemingly impenetrable armour. It’s a sign that it is possible to change hearts and minds throughout the country, one soul at a time. We’ve seen it happen in the United States. The tide is turning there. Planned Parenthood is in disarray, largely due to the prayer and witnessing of 40 Days for Life, the March for Life, and many other initiatives.

It only makes sense because truth always wins in the end.

Father Lynn is the pro-life chaplain for the Archdiocese of Vancouver.

One clinic closes, but the fight continues

By John Hof

Thirty-five years ago, pro-lifers gathered outside this abortion facility at 1177 West Broadway. We prayed it would not open. We prayed that those responsible for this travesty against the unborn would come to their senses.