Sandpiper: Catholic Diocese of Sandhurst

WWW.SANDPIPER.ORG.AU OCTOBER 2019 18 If you have a story related to our Catholic community and disability that you’d like to share in Sandpiper, please contact me (Daniel Giles) on dgiles.disability. advocate@gmail.com or 0439 562 286 >> Disability inclusion Jesuit priest, Fr Justin Glyn SJ shares his experience of being a priest from the disability community. He recently visited the Sandhurst Diocese and celebrated Mass for students with additional needs and their families at the Harrietville Family Weekend. Ministering to us W hile I am honoured to be asked to write an article on life as a priest with a disability, this is strangely difficult. Let me explain. I was born with nystagmus (eyes which cannot focus), short-sight and a squint (partially repaired) - mostly the result of a quirk of brain development which led to a lump of useless tissue pressing on my optic nerve. This also seems to have resulted in epilepsy (controlled by medication). This has had two results. One is that I am legally blind - the world is a fuzzy blur without definition. The other is that I have never known anything different and so have nothing to compare it with. My world has always been blurry with most of my information about it coming from what I hear. What does it mean to be a priest with a disability? I don’t really know since I don’t know what it is to be a priest without one! The vision I have is improved >> A Taste of Sandhurst Margaret-Mary Flynn brings us a recipe from our diocese T his recipe celebrates the flavours of the wonderful Italian heritage of the Diocese. It is simple and quick – and best of all, pulled together at short notice from the pantry, or a quick call into the local supermarket on the way home. Serve with good bread, a salad of rocket and spinach simply dressed with a little olive oil and a squeeze of lemon, and extra chilli flakes if you like it spicy! Ingredients • 1 packet of spaghetti • 250-300g left over chicken breast, shredded (or buy shredded chicken) • 2 tblsp. olive oil • Salt and pepper • 2 garlic cloves, crushed • ½ cup white wine or vermouth • 1 tin crushed tomatoes • 1 cup tomato passata • 1 cup pitted black or green olives • 170g jar artichoke hearts, drained and quartered if whole • ½ jar roasted red peppers (capsicum), drained • ½ tsp. chilli flakes • ½ tsp. sugar (to taste) Method 1. Cook pasta. Put a large pot full of well-salted water on high heat and bring to the boil. Cook spaghetti as per packet instructions. 2. Cook the Sauce. While the spaghetti is cooking, heat the olive oil in a large frying pan, and quickly saute the cooked chicken in the hot oil, 1-2 minutes. Remove from the pan, then add the crushed garlic to remaining oil over a gentle heat, stirring until slightly coloured. Turn up the heat, and add the wine to deglaze the pan. Then add the tinned tomatoes and the tomato puree, and bring to the boil, cooking until the sauce has thickened – 5 minutes. Add the chicken, artichokes, olives, peppers, and chilli flakes and season to taste with the salt, pepper and sugar. Simmer for about 5 minutes. Sauce should be thickened, but not dry. 3. Put it together. When the pasta is cooked, call everyone to the table. Add the drained spaghetti to the sauce, and toss through until the sauce has completely coated every strand. Serve in warmed bowls and eat immediately! Chicken, Olive and Artichoke Spaghetti by a pair of telescopes and by text enlargement software - but it is very much a secondary sense. This, however, is the way I was designed - with both its plusses (good memory, good language and musical ability and other gifts) and its minuses (you will be amazed at how unenthusiastic my community is about letting me drive!) Despite all that, I think that in some ways to be a priest with a disability is to be at a strange advantage. We tend to think about priesthood as a gift and a calling - and so it is. It is not, however, about merit, of saying “I am better than you / uniquely gifted“. A merit-based attitude has led to a ghastly sense of entitlement and power leading, at its worst, to the clerical sex abuse crisis. Instead, the priesthood is a call to enter the hurts and joys of other people’s lives from a position of weakness, not strength. We share the sacraments as equals. Those of us with a disability are well aware of our weakness, our limits. We know that the call to salvation in Christ is not a call to perfection as an individual. Instead, it is a call to meet other people’s vulnerability with our own, to empower others by finding strength in togetherness and letting the wounded Christ shine through our powerlessness so all can live in him. We cannot lean on the crutches of ability on which those without an obvious disability might be tempted to rest. We know that we are limited. I have been reminded of that often enough - whether by the actions of people, such as physical bullying or just by inability to do things which others take for granted. Our limitation is, however, only different in kind and degree to the limitations experienced by everyone. We are all born weak and incapacitated and, if we live long enough, will die that way. It is this gift of awareness of limitation and dependence on others which people with disability, especially priests, can bring to the world around us. Fr Justin Glyn SJ has written a book called ‘Us’ not ‘Them’: Disability and Catholic Theology and Social Teaching available fromtheAustralianCatholic Bishops Conference online store: www.catholic.org . au/shop/acbc-shop. By Margaret- Mary Flynn Cathedral Parish Seven Summers: Farewell from Margaret-Mary S even Summers ago, I accepted the post of Co-ordinator of the Year of Grace for the Diocese of Sandhurst, and this column was born. My brief was to write about grace and prayer, to reach out to the people of this wonderful and diverse Diocese. Today, I write the last one. It’s been a wonderful privilege to serve you, and a unique opportunity for me to develop as a writer, and find my voice. Along the way, I became the resident cooking writer, which has also been an absolute joy. My qualifications for this are - very simply - that I happened to be in the right place at the right moment. I had also just supplied the editor with some of my Sour Plum Crumble Cake, when the previous cooking editor had resigned. The two jobs came together, and for seven summers, autumns, winters and springs I have written for this wonderful region of Victoria. It’s been a joy, and an education, and a privilege to serve. I am descended from a pioneering family from the north-east, the Upper Murray. My father and my people are buried in Walwa Cemetery, and Johnson connections still live in the district. My great- grandmother’s wedding ring was made from gold Great- grandfather panned around Beechworth. Although the Depression and the War meant re-settlement in Melbourne for Dad, his widowed mother, five brothers and two sisters, we know where our roots remain. I’ve tried to write about the things that matter to you – the moments when you stop in your tracks, and catch a little glimpse of eternity. The moments of pure gift in life, which we realise later, were moments of holy recognition. In the recipe column, I focused on the produce of this rich and blessed corner of the world. We have everything here – crops, pastures, orchards, berries, vineyards, olive groves, dairies, farms of all kinds, forests and mountains, rivers and lakes, dry country and snowfields. And we have beautiful landscapes, and historic goldfield towns, little villages and cities. Above all, we have wonderful, generous-hearted communities. People who know one another, and look out for each other. In both columns I try to show, rather than tell, where Jesus is to be found. Wherever we are, we can find and follow him. On a mountain-top; in the city streets; by a river, in a boat; in family gatherings, around a table; with animals or in gardens; walking with a friend, or sharing a yarn – that’s where to look. Especially, we find him when we contemplate his life in the Gospels; and share his life in the Eucharist. May you be blessed in your coming and going, and find him waiting to welcome you home. Fr Justin Glyn SJ after his ordination with Bishop Dunn in Auckland. Photo: NZ Catholic

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