Recently I read Benedict XVI’s Last Testament (which is wonderful). He talks a lot about his
childhood. He mentions that he was born on Holy Saturday, and how that must
have shaped the course of his life. As I was reading it, I got the haunting
sense that Lent just might have started the week I was born. I looked it up,
and sure enough, I was born on Mardi Gras, or Shrove Tuesday. Mardi Gras is the
culmination of Carnival, the feasting between Epiphany and Lent; it is the last
day of eating rich, fatty food before the great ritual fasting begins. So what
does it mean to be born that day; does it play a role in my life? I don’t
actually think the day of my birth shapes my destiny, but it interesting to
reflect upon. I certainly have a predilection for fatty food; if I had been
born 15 minutes later, would I fast more?
But Mardi Gras isn’t just about indulgence; it’s about
preparation, clearing out the cabinets for the fast to come. It’s digging dig
into the present, because the future is coming, whether you want it to or not.
Birthdays often make people think of the passing of time, how quickly it all
flies by. A birthday is an annual reminder to make the present count; the
future is on its way no matter what.
Mardi Gras, or Shrove Tuesday, is on the precipice of a
deeply spiritual time. The word “shrove” means “absolve.” In old England,
during the week before Lent started, people would go to confession and “be
shriven.” Stomachs and souls would prepare for the Lenten season.
In German Switzerland and Alsace, Mardi Gras was called
Fastnacht (Fasting Night), Veilchendienstag (Violet Tuesday), or Schmotziger Donnerstag (Greasy Tuesday). The
carnivals would include characters such as jesters, witches, animals, and local
legends. It was a mix of feasting and storytelling, marking the dramatic
difference between feast and fast, the earthly kingdom and the heavenly
kingdom, sin and redemption.
So perhaps I was
born at a precipice, stuck somewhere between places and meanings. I use
storytelling to explain the spiritual realities raging around me. I stay distracted
in the present but acutely aware that the future is looming, that preparation
is needed, that change is coming, a change that will be painful but ultimately
good.
Furthermore, I was baptized on the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart
of Jesus. Of course, my Presbyterian church and family didn’t know that at the
time. Still, my entry into the Christian faith was on a very Catholic holiday. I
now attend a church in the name of the Sacred Heart. Did the date of my baptism
play a role in my faith journey? When I joined the Church, I had friends tell
me that it made sense, that I always seemed suited for Catholicism. Was I
marked for the Church?
The Feast of the Sacred Heart was first celebrated in 1670.
It became universal in the Church in 1856. Although relatively new in the
Church, the devotion is rooted in medieval mysticism. Devotion of the Sacred
Heart focuses on Christ’s love, compassion, and continued suffering for
humanity, as demonstration by his heart aflame, pierced by lances, and crowned
in thorns. St. Bonaventure said, “Who is there who would not love this wounded
heart? Who would not love in return Him, who loves so much?” While I wouldn’t
call myself mystical, I have always been interested by such things. And I do
have a recent soft spot for the seventeenth century.
I’ll end this with some of the promises Christ gave Sister
Margaret Mary Alacoque (who had the vision of the Sacred Heart of Jesus) in
hopes that by nature of the date of my rebirth, they will come to have
significant meaning for me.
1. I will give them
all the graces necessary for their state of life.
3. I will console
them in all their troubles.
4. I will be their
refuge in life and especially in death.
5. I will abundantly
bless all their undertakings.
7. Tepid souls shall
become fervent.
8. Fervent souls
shall rise speedily to great perfection.
[Incidentally, Holy Saturday on my birth year fell on March 25,
the date mostly commonly associated with Easter, the conception of Christ, and
the creation of the world.]
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