reconciling things

Thoughts From Many Deaths

Daja Steuer

February 4, 2022

I don’t recall really going to any funerals until I was quite grown—maybe my senior year of high school. And even then they were few and far between. However, in the past 10 years I feel like they have been a major source of my social interactions.

Got plans this weekend?

Oh, yeah, headed to a funeral.

Cool, cool.

I even go to extra funerals that are not required. A work friend’s parent who I have never met? I’ll be there. A neighbor several houses down who I only ever waved to going to driving by? Yep. I will show up. And so help me, if possible I will be bearing a casserole. (For all the smack we foodies talk about casseroles, when you need to eat your feelings it comes best in a 9×13 with bubbling cheese under the toasted bread crumbs.)

It’s not that I like funerals. In fact, I find them excruciatingly painful. Every cell of me wants to get up mid-service and go wait outside until it is over. But, I will myself to be in it and to help shoulder the weight of the grief. Grief carried alone is devastating. Grief borne in a community is devastating and redemptive and connective. So, I stay and help in some small way to carry the collective grief in a way I hope others will do for me when my grief is too big to bear.

It’s only the first week of February. I have had three funerals already. I cannot tell you the last time I went to a wedding. In fact, I have never even been invited to a Catholic wedding. But, if you are grieving, I am your girl. It’s not that I am morbid—well, not in an excessive way. Just the right amount of memento mori to keep one’s eyes on heaven, remembering that this world is not our home. We talk about death, heaven, hell, purgatory, and hope a lot in our home. I have some thoughts about the Last Things. These are my thoughts—take ’em or leave ’em. There is zero judgement projected on how you handle the topic of the Last Things.

Go slowly with your light

Daja Steuer

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February 2, 2022

In Genesis 33 we read the account of Jacob reconciling with Esau. If you remember, the brothers had had a major falling out due to a sold birthright (sold/stolen….potato/patahto) and blessing of the patriarch gone awry. Now after many years they would face one another again. The whole cohort was on the move—a pilgrimage let’s say, a procession if you will. Jacob put the women and children smack in front. Now, I am no biblical scholar, but in practical terms, that just doesn’t seem to be the most efficient way to travel. I bet that was one slow moving caravan. If they were anything like my children there were probably lots of stops for snacks and fighting over who got what seat on the camel. Women traveling with little children are not known for their agility, decorum, or timeliness. They get there when they get there. “So, help me don’t make me pull this caravan over. Because I will. I will pull this whole thing over if I hear one more word about someone not sharing the raisins.” (They probably had raisins for a roadtrip snack, right? I will imagine they did.)

Procession

Today was the Feast of the Presentation or the Purification of Mary or The Ascent of the Lord to His Temple, depending on your tradition. It all comes to the same thing though. Infant Jesus being taken to the temple after the 40 days of his mother’s ritual purification. (Just to be clear, Mary was always Most Pure. We are talking about completion of ritual purity, not moral purity.)

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January 22, 2022

Need some reading and listening recommendations that are beautiful and thoughtful? I mean, you probably have your own recommendations, which you should send to me. In case you are interested in what is feeding my mind lately here you go.

For reading:

This book is gorgeous. The imagery is lovely and profound. I underlined and highlighted so many things I may as well have highlighted the whole book.

I used to call myself a Christian feminist, until that label no longer seemed to fit. But, I also couldn’t find myself snuggly in the opposite camp either (you know the type. Do I need to say it? If you follow some podcasts like Restoring the Faith and ever threw up in your mouth a little, you are my people).

This book illuminates the mystery and beauty of womanhood. It speaks to the symbolic meaning of the feminine as displayed in nature, the Church, and the woman…“of womanliness, as a mystery, its religious rank, its archetype, and its ultimate image of God.”

And it is largely the fault of women (and not the patriarchy as some would lead you to believe) that has destroyed, or can we say tainted, this symbolic meaning.

“In reality woman had lost her power as symbol while she still believed to be retaining it. A culture that in its last analysis is no longer turned toward God in reverence and with a sense of responsbility has, if viewed according to a deeper insight, also foregone the presence of woman. The woman, however, who recklessly and unconditionally allows herself to become part of such a culture, basically affirms only her own exclusion. Her presence is nothing more than a pretense….

“It is not the man but the woman who must save the endangered feminine image; she must rescue it in its three-fold revelation as established by eternal decrees…”

I cried reading this book. It is that good.

For listening:

I am very much enamored with The Symbolic Worl d podcast. The episode called Weaponized Compassion was so good I wanted to pass it around like a Gospel tract. No lie.

I usually just listen to podcasts in my kitchen at work. But it’s also on YouTube if you watch videos of lectures.

Another podcast that keeps me company on my commute is From The Summit, the podcast of Magdalen College. My favorite recent episode was this one with Dr. van Versandaal. It has been an interesting exercise for me to think about contemplation in relation to festivity and celebration, because I often enter into the experience of contemplation with quietness and solitude à la Thomas Merton.

Listen and subscribe to the Podcast here: FROM THE SUMMIT.

And just for fun:

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Pray, for the dead and the living

Daja Steuer

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January 21, 2022

I didn’t use to believe in it. But, I did it anyway. Now I believe in it and do it even more. I am speaking of praying for the dead. There is something about it we cannot help. Even people who claim to not believe in Purgation will say things such as, “May they Rest In Peace” or lately I hear a lot, ”May they rest in power.”

If what’s done is done, why the wish for peace and power? It’s not a wish, it’s a prayer. Unless one believes in the power of wishing, I suppose. I have never particularly gotten anything I have wished for. But, certainly have seen answers to prayers.

“Of course I pray for the dead. The action is so spontaneous, so all but inevitable, that only the most compulsive theological case against it would deter me. And I hardly know how the rest of my prayers would survive if those for the dead were forbidden. At our age the majority of those we love best are dead. What sort of intercourse with God could I have if what I love best were unmentionable to Him?” (CS Lewis)

You can google a Biblical defense of the doctrine of Purgation. You can read the Church Fathers. You can read CS Lewis if that is more your speed. I will not try to convince you. Not in this space. Texting with my son tonight about all the theological papers I have proofread and edited over the years and all the ones I will never write, he said, ”Write them now! I would support you in this.” I replied, “For whom? Myself? Besides, I am a mystic and not a theologian.” He said the world had plenty of theologians. People need their hearts strengthened along with their minds.

Good Bones

Daja Steuer

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January 16, 2022

I have a penchant for dwelling on the negative. I am not uncomfortable sitting…nay….wallowing in my feelings. I can throw a mean pity party for myself. Don’t judge me. You’re invited. BYOK (bring your own kleenex) We can play all the sad songs and get really deep in it. Do you want to hear the traumas chronologically or alphabetically? Let’s go.

It’s a tough balance, you know. I was definitely raised with a “power of positive thinking” mindset. As the lyricist Propaganda says, “Self-sufficiency dies hard, right? But when rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning bushes.” All the positive spin in the world does not make the tragedies of my life somehow OK.

Yet, there is goodness. I know it is just as important to process the good as it is the bad. If we stop to notice the clouds, we sure as hell better stop to notice the sunshine.

Seven Pages of Loneliness

Daja Steuer

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January 2, 2022

“I forgive you. For growing

a capacity for love that is great

but matched only, perhaps,

by your loneliness…”

(Phase One by Dilruba Ahmed)

I have always been lonely. Always. When I was a little girl, burying myself in books I was lonely. When I was a teenager, burying myself in journals full of angst and drama, I was lonely. I was lonely when I got married—especially when I got married. I am lonely now that I am divorced.

I find myself always longing for the day when the loneliness will somehow be satisfied. Like one day, somehow, surrounded by the right mix of people whose love for me matches my love for them I could breathe easier, I could rest, I could sleep without dreaming.

Enthroning The Sacred Heart

Daja Steuer

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January 1, 2022

I do not have adequate words to capture what it meant to me to Enthrone the Sacred Heart in our home and to Consecrate our family. The adoration of the Sacred Heart is a devotion we have been increasingly cultivating in our family over the last two years. This year, on the fifth day of Christmas and the Maronite feast of the Holy Innocents, we officially Enthroned and Consecrated. This is the anniversary of my Grandma’s passing, who died on the Roman feast of the Holy Innocents three years ago.

Israel painted the image. As a bonus he painted the Immaculate Heart of Mary and the Chaste Heart of St. Joseph. Hearts of the Holy Family, pray for us.

Christmas will still come

Daja Steuer

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December 23, 2021

Christmas will still come even if you don’t get all the cookies baked or gifts wrapped.

Christmas will still come even if you don’t send Christmas cards or get crafty with the kids.

It will still come if you would rather listen to Bo Burnham and not Bing Crosby.

It will come if you feel the wistful rather than the nostalgic side of remembering.

If Christmas comes with more baggage than presents, it will still come. If that terrific traffic from the song is actually people on guilt trips, Christmas will still arrive on time.

I was talking to a friend about my obvious lack of cheer this year and he comforted me saying said, ”You don’t have to have Christmas spirit, you know? It’s not a requirement to be a good Christian.”

The Incarnation changed everything. It imparted so many things—happy-slappy-glass-is-half-full Christianity was not one of them. Jesus came on the scene “in the fullness of time” (a phrase I love, because I feel like it means when all the pieces are in place and it is exactly the right time, things happen) when the world needed Him, but was perhaps not ready for him.

It is enough to go to Mass, worship, receive Jesus—present in the Eucharist into myself (the most intimate way we can experience Jesus), and to pray. Even if I do nothing else this Christmas, this would be enough. There are no requirements of sleigh bells or Christmas hams and you don’t have to invite Mariah Carey into your kitchen. Going through the motions is just going through the motions. If you are doing that, cut yourself some slack. You can only fake it ’til you make it so long. Light a candle and say your prayers. Drink your coffee and know that in the fullness of time, things happen—exactly when you need them, but maybe not when you are ready or when you think they will happen.

And don’t look at the future. Oh, for the love of Sweet Baby Jesus and all that is holy, don’t look at the future. New Year’s Resolutions and commitments for the months ahead can feel so overwhelming when you sense deep in your soul that all you can do is soldier on and wait. Wait for the fullness of time. My pastor tells me that I cannot live the next thirty years if I imagine myself in my bathrobe alone and aging. No one can offer their future, because it does not belong to us. One can only live today and offer the present moment. Pause, light a candle, say my prayers. The future will be what it will be and I will be what I can be. I will trust the Incarnation will change my reluctance to surrender and my “Oh wells” to Fiats. This is all there is.

THE MYTH OF SINGLE PARENTING

Daja Steuer

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December 11, 2021

I had a near miss of a car accident recently. The fool, driving a one ton truck, crossed two lanes of traffic and came perpendicular to my drivers side door. My guardian angel was keeping careful watch over me, I am 100% sure. I would be dead if he hit me straight on like that. Honestly, I don’t know how he didn’t hit me. I think my angel moved my car.

After that I was having a conversation with my best friend and the topic was morbidly, “What would happen if I died?” (However, it all feels less macabre for Catholics who live on a steady diet of memento mori.) What would happen to the kids? How would the family stay together? All that. Big questions with complicated answers. My friend said, “I’d take care of your kids” quickly followed by “not alone though of course.”

My first thought was, “Well, I take care of them alone” quickly followed by “I absolutely do not take care of them alone.”

It is a huge deception that a parent (married or not) can be everything to their child. Children need a safe network of trustworthy adults to help them reach adulthood as functional and happy people. I am under no illusions that I can be everything to my kids. No parent can. And those that try end up with neurotic children and/or parenting burnout.

Opt Out

Daja Steuer

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November 9, 2021

We are living in a culture that is openly hostile to what is truly masculine and truly feminine. People willy-nilly redefining things, while we either watch passively and helplessly or recklessly choose to participate in the madness. However, what we see on social media, the theater we see acted out on the political stage, the nonsensical farce we experience in most of academia changes nothing that is a reality in the spirit. I am feeling like what we really need is to opt out. Step away from anything, anyone, any institution that robs us of the power of our symbol. Opt. Out.

“It is not the man but the woman who must save the endangered feminine image; she must rescue it in its three-fold revelation as established by eternal decrees…”

Mother

Virgin

Bride

(Quote from The Eternal Woman by Gertrud von le Fort)