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Does Faith Leave Us Open to Change?

Steve · June 10, 2025 · 2 Comments

Last week, Sue and I were up early on our last full day in the San Diego area, prowling the relatively empty streets of the historic Gaslamp District for a breakfast place. We ducked into 6th & G Breakfast Company, conveniently located a few blocks from our hotel on the corner of, well, 6th and G Streets. 

As we sat down, I found myself facing some of the restaurant’s evocative graffiti-like art, including the art shown above with the words, Amor Fati. My Latin is not what it should be so, of course, I Googled it. According to that veritable font of all wisdom, Wikipedia, Amor Fati is, “a Latin phrase that may be translated as “love of fate. It is used to describe an attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one’s life, including suffering and loss as a good or, at the very least, necessary.”

As I pondered the phrase and its meaning, my mind kept going to another piece of “art,” a little plaque that hangs on our screened porch back in St. Louis. It says, simply, “It is what it is.” That little saying, we believe, is an act of faith and a way of God-centered living. It’s a willingness to accept change as it comes and welcome the little daily surprises that arise as being, as Wikipedia described Amor Fati, “good or, at the very least, necessary.” Within the framework of Ignatian spirituality where I spend a good chunk of time as a spiritual director, writer and administrator, the phrase is a reminder that we can, indeed, “find God in all things.” Not just in the good and the beautiful and the obviously divine and holy. In ALL things. Faith requires us to be open to change and to find God in all those shifting moments.

All of this reminded me of another piece of street art that we saw earlier in the week just north of San Diego in the historic beach town of Carlsbad. The 18-foot-tall mural, shown above, is called “Catnap,” and was created by a local artist named Michael Summers. It features two large black and white tigers beneath rain-like drips of vibrant color. One is sheltered by an umbrella, while the other sleeps peacefully, allowing the colorful rain to change it into something new. A third tiger, a small cub, hasn’t made up its mind yet. And that’s exactly the theme of the mural, we were told by a local walking tour guide. Are we willing to allow ourselves to be changed?

Summers, I read in an online article, said the idea for his mural was inspired by a quote from the American Protestant theologian Reinhold Neibuhr, who once wrote: “Change is the essence of life. Be willing to surrender what you are for what you may become.”

While faith might sometimes be described as an unwavering belief in some things that never change — like the idea of a creative and omniscient God — faith also calls us to constantly re-examine our lives and see where change might be both good and necessary. Faith demands that we allow ourselves to be changed by, with, and for God and for those around us. Faith challenges us to see and move beyond the prejudices, hatreds and “isms” that were and still sometimes are baked into lives of those who would call themselves religious. Christianity has historically been a pretty good hiding place, after all, for bigots, racists, and supremacists of all kinds. We are called to change that, even as we change ourselves.     

Jim Manney, in his book of daily Ignatian reflections, What Matters Most and Why, echoes these ideas through the lens of Ignatian spirituality. He writes:

One of the hallmarks of an Ignatian approach is flexibility. Plans need to be adjusted if circumstances call for it. New situations need to be studied and understood….This attitude is both liberating and worrisome. It’s liberating because it gives room for creativity and makes it more likely that a suitable solution will be found. It’s worrisome because there’s more room to make mistakes…. But if you believe that God can be found in all things, you don’t have much choice. God is lurking in the new, unexpected situation. To find him, you need to be ready to change your mind and alter your plans.

Money, Money Everywhere and Not a Buck to Spend

Steve · February 3, 2025 · 1 Comment

Here’s a question for you: What’s a bar with no name in the middle of nowhere with approximately 90,000 one-dollar bills stapled to its ceiling and walls really worth?

The past two weeks, Sue and I have been escaping the Midwest winter cold in the Florida Keys. Saturday, after a week in Key West, we were driving back toward the mainland with a planned stop in Key Largo for another week. An audio touring app we were using suggested a short side trip on Big Pine Key to a place called the No Name Pub.  As the pub’s website says, “It’s a nice place if you can find it.”

We thought it sounded like a nice diversion (as if we needed a diversion from the beauty of driving along the 113-mile U.S. 1 Overseas Highway that runs the length of the Keys), so we exited as instructed and followed the app’s disembodied voice out onto the backroads of Big Pine Key, where we even caught a glimpse of some of the iconic and diminutive “key deer” that call the island home.

We pulled up in front of the pub, where a sign confirmed for us that we had, indeed, found it. Inside, as we had been told, every conceivable square inch of wall and ceiling was covered in autographed one-dollar bills. According to the app, there was an estimated 90,000 of them, deposited there by grateful barflies over the past 30 years or so. My head started to spin.

The whole thing prompted a conversation in my head about the worth of the building. Was it really worth $90,000 more than its real estate value? Were the bills still legal tender when written all over? Do the owners of the pub periodically take some of the bills down and then allow it to fill back up? Were they raising money for a good cause? Just what is the purpose and plan here? Inquiring minds needed to know! I sent a photo to my friend John (a retired banker) who questioned what the $90K in flammable paper might do to insurance rates. Imagine it all going up in flames!

According to an article I read on the bar’s website, there’s no purpose, no scheme, no underlying cause beyond the obvious. It’s just a celebration of a good thing. The owner of the pub doesn’t feel like the money belongs to him, and there are no plans for periodic removal. The money just “is,” a gift from those who pass through, a sign of appreciation for a cold beer and a hot pizza in the midst of a long drive. I think maybe he’s on to something.

The “stuff” of our lives is so often held up and measured by its monetary cost and perceived economic value, like many a photo I saw in Key West of Papa Hemingway with one of his prized trophy marlins. My initial thought of calculating the value of the bar was perhaps natural but it was the wrong question. Sometimes we are meant to just sit back and enjoy a cold one while contemplating the collective generosity of those who have come before us and left something behind.

And I think to myself, “what a wonderful world.” It would be a good place to be if we could find it.

Resting in Creation and in Love

Steve · July 20, 2022 · 3 Comments

A few weeks ago, Sue and I drove up the California coast from San Jose all the way up into Oregon. Along the way, we stood and walked and rested in the glory of God’s creation. The first half day of driving, north of San Francisco, it seemed like we were pulling into every single scenic view parking lot we encountered on the Pacific Coast Highway. We were so struck with the beauty of waves crashing into rock, so reminded of the power and dominion of the Creator.   

Further north, we stopped the car on the side of a road that cut through Redwood National and State Parks. We got out, stretched our legs and looked up (and up and up) staring in utter amazement at the height and breadth and glory of these organisms that have stood witness to more than a thousand years of history and growth. We walked a hiking trail among them for several hours, slowly and resolutely and gratefully treading ground that felt ancient and holy, as is every acre of this planet. 

After crossing into Oregon and hugging the coast for a few days, we headed east to visit the natural and incredible beauty of Crater Lake, which I had only seen in books and magazines. Nothing prepared us for our first glimpse, walking up a small incline from a parking lot, for the perfectly pristine and almost unreal blue of the lake, formed by a collapsed volcano 7,700 years ago. Later, we sat above another rise by the lake, resting in creation and amazed by the silence, the color, the grandeur of it all. 

Over and over, we couldn’t help but sense the divine presence of our still-creating Creator. To those who do not believe in the role of a Creator, all I can say is that I see no other way, no reason or purpose for the beauty of it all without the moving and loving hand of “something else” bringing light, life and order. In the beginning (and in the end), everything in me screams, “there must be something else.” And I will rest in that. 

In the beginning, God. That’s all.
Then standing, his smile wide with promise
the Creator begins the ritual building 
the story we now repeat around the fire
not a wild and violent tale 
but a gentle voice and hand
urging and molding all into life and light. 

The ritual revealed form and purpose: 
no mere architect
but artist and lover
a child playing in the dirt 
creating love in his mind and finding it good
breathing his own breath into it 
walking with this new life
in the cool and breezy part of the day
when the great light lowers itself into dry land.

Not content with just creating
the Creator decides to love those to whom he gave dominion  
searches us out when we hide
sews garments to cover our shame. 
And we live in this abundance of love still. 
Today, whether restless or satisfied, 
we rest in it, still. 

On the Road: Brown County, Indiana and Hoosier Artist T.C. Steele

Steve · August 19, 2018 · 4 Comments

I haven’t written a travel blogpost for a while, so as I lean into retirement and “next steps” in the coming year, I have a yearning for more travel and more opportunities to write about it. Although not always as specifically “spiritual or faith-filled” as many of my posts, I hope you will enjoy our occasional meanderings around America’s Midwest and elsewhere to discover beautiful, historical places and the interesting and creative people who live (or have lived) in them. For it is in this beauty and creativity that I so often find God…

The world's largest rocking chair, Casey, Illinois.

Last weekend, Sue and I took off for one of our long weekend trips in search of history, art, natural beauty and adventure. After a bit of wandering along I-70 in southern Illinois (including a pit stop to see the world’s largest rocking chair, mailbox, pitchfork, pencil and windchime in Casey, Illinois), and a quick sojourn to Indianapolis to see one of my photos on display in the Inspired By Spring exhibit at the historic Lilly House at Newfields, we made our way to Bloomington and eventually on Sunday to Brown County, Indiana, home to the early 20th-century “Hoosier Artists” and, most notably, impressionist painter T.C. Steele, the godfather of the movement.

Did we know of Steele and the Hoosier artists as we planned our trip to Brown County? We did not. This is why we love to travel. We head in a given direction, we know where we’re going to stay and have picked out a few places we want to visit, but we allow ourselves to be surprised by what the road and journey gives us. This trip gave us T.C. Steele. [Read more…] about On the Road: Brown County, Indiana and Hoosier Artist T.C. Steele

When we walk in faith, each breath is a prayer

Steve · November 2, 2017 · 6 Comments

Doe Mountain Trailhead, near Sedona, AZ. SJG photo.

“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from.”  – C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

Over the past four days visiting the beautiful red rock country surrounding Sedona, Arizona, Sue and I have taken a hike each day. It’s easy to do here, for there are trailheads at the end of just about every road and many, many hikes of varying lengths and difficulty from which to choose. So, whether you are occasional enthusiasts like us looking for “easy to moderate” trails, or more experienced (and fit!) folks looking for something much more challenging, Sedona is a wonderful place to put one foot in front of the other and take a hike.

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