PHOTO: Mary van Balen (Originally published in the Catholic Times, March 11, 2012 © 2012 Mary van Balen)

The gospel reading about the rich man and Lazarus is familiar to most of us. Lazarus is a poor man who lies at the door of the rich man, hoping in vain for a scrap from his table. After a life of leisure and abundance, the rich man dies and finds himself tormented in the netherworld. Lazarus also dies, but he is taken to heaven and cradled in the bosom of Abraham. I often think of this reading as a reminder of the importance of caring for the needy among us, not only those struggling to survive materially, but also those impoverished of spirit. Today, however, I am struck by another message.

Once resigned to his fate, the rich man asks that someone be sent to his brothers who still live, that they might be warned and change their ways. Abraham says that cannot be done. He reminds the rich man that his brothers have Moses and the prophets to warn them. The rich man persists, saying that if Lazarus could go to his brothers, they would surely listen to someone come back from the dead. Again, Abraham says no. Even if someone were to rise from the dead, they would not listen.

I pondered this section of the gospel and thought about where the rich man’s brothers looked for wisdom. Or did they?Did they assume they knew what was best? Was immediate reward what drove them? What about me? Where do I look for wisdom? Where do people in the modern world find it? We are bombarded with information, analysis, and advice from TV pundits to celebrities, from Internet to radio.

Recently, I watched motherly wisdom handed down from one generation to the next. A young woman, overwhelmed with the demands of her newborn child and unsure how to meet them, turned to her mother who had done a good job with three. Sometimes wisdom is obtained from those we trust and love.

Where we look and whom we ask depends on what kind of wisdom we are searching for. The rich man’s brothers probably thought they had a good handle on how to live life. Their goals may have been simply wealth and comfort. Turns out they were as short sighted as the brother who had died first. Where we look for wisdom depends on our goals.

Lent is a time that reminds us to consider our goal. Whatever discipline or practices we are using to observe this season are meant to help us focus on what is most important in our lives: our relationship with the Holy One. That is not something apart from the “rest” of our lives, but rather integral to everything we do. How we interact with people at our workplace, what we do to recreate body and spirit, how we respond to needs of others, how we live with our families and friends.

The rich man and his brothers likely did not read Moses or the Prophets to find out how to pursue their goals. We have the advantage of many sources of wisdom to help us in our search for deepening our relationship with God and the changes that makes in how we live our lives. We have Moses and the Prophets. We have the New Testament and examples of holy women and men who have gone before us and who live in the world today. Most importantly, we have Jesus Christ who did rise from the dead and who sent the Spirit to live within each of us.

The Wisdom we seek dwells within, a gift of the Incarnation. These weeks are good times to reflect on using Scripture and other writing that feeds our spirits. It is a time to reflect on how our relationship with God influences our interaction with the world.

PHOTO: Mary van Balen (First appeared in The Catholic Times, February 19, 2012 ©2012 Mary van Balen)

Last week I received a call from my brother informing me that my Uncle Adrian had passed away. He was my father’s youngest brother and had been the last surviving of six siblings. Uncle Adrian was easy to be with and always a lot of fun. When I was in grade school, my parents drove me to his home where I spent a week of summer vacation with him, my aunt, and four cousins.

His two sons and I hiked along creeks and picking among stones along its bed, found “magic” ones that we used to write and draw on flat pieces of slate we had found. I remember sitting with Uncle Adrian on the porch one evening, just watching the sky and talking about a variety of topics. That is when I learned that the neighbor’s dog had had a litter and was looking for homes for the puppies.

I was ecstatic. I had wanted a pet for what seemed to me like forever, and here was a puppy, a free puppy, just for the asking. I fell in love with a light colored puppy with nappy fur and dark ears, and by the time my parents came to pick me up, I was sure this puppy was meant for us.

They did not share my conviction, however, and no amount of pleading could change their minds. The ride back to Ohio was quiet and I imagine I was sullen in the back seat. Still, I had had a great time, and that week remains a fond memory fifty years later.

My brothers, sisters, and most of our cousins came to the funeral home to remember Adrian and share our stories. Afterward, we gathered at a local park shelter house to share food, laughter, and more stories. Death provided an opportunity for us to reconnect and to celebrate not only Adrian’s life, but also the lives of family and friends that were intertwined with his.

My sister and brother-in-law and I spent the night at the home of their daughter, her husband, and their three-week-old daughter. How good to feel the warmth of a tiny baby snuggled up against my shoulder as I walked her around and around the house, talking quietly about our family, the bird’s nest outside on the trellis, and hopes for future visits.

Death and new life seem to be the opposite ends of each person’s journey. Certainly if life is viewed in a linear way, such a view makes sense: One is born, one lives, one dies. But life can be understood in other ways. It can be a circle that continues forever. On a purely physical level, the death and decomposition of a living being allows its matter to become part of new living beings. Joni Mitchell sang “We are stardust,” and she was right.

On a spiritual level, death also brings new life. We experience many deaths throughout our lives: deaths of relationships, dreams, or jobs. We must let go of some emotions or desires that keep us from being who God made us to be. Life is an unending string of deaths that lead to new life.

Liturgically, we are approaching Lent, when we celebrate the Paschal Mystery of Christ’s birth, death, and resurrection. This is the ultimate understanding of death leading to new life. Jesus was born lived his life, and in the end, was murdered by humanity that could not accept the challenge of love and compassion he proclaimed.

The lives and deaths of our family and friends are reminders of this greater mystery. From the explosion of stars to the birth and death of every person, to the final coming together in an unimaginable new life, we are part of the cycle that is echoed in the earth’s seasons and the church’s liturgies. Death is not the end. It is the entrance into a new way of being.