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A few years Pope Francis called a wonderful jubilee of mercy. I
was so excited when he did this and I really wanted to make it a special
year for myself and the people of the parish. What I had to do first, I
had to get a better understanding of what is mercy, exactly. To some
people’s modern ears it sounds like weak surrender or cheap forgiveness
or even worse, the self-satisfied flinging of a coin to a homeless person.
I did not want to let Pope Francis down so I began my search to
understand mercy better.
As I was looking I came across a definition of mercy by a Jesuit
priest name Fr. James F. Keenan. “Mercy” he says is the willingness to
enter into the chaos of another. This definition unlocked my
imagination, and I was immediately flooded with images and stories.
Mercy is the Holy Child Jesus Church community in Queens.
When a desperate mother left her newborn son in the church’s manger
scene in late November, multiple parish families stepped forward to
adopt him. “I think it’s beautiful,” Fr. Christopher Heanue, the church
administrator, said. “A church is a home for those in need, and she felt,
in this stable – a place where Jesus will find his home – a home for her
child.” Parishioners have two name suggestions for the baby: John,
because he came before Jesus to prepare the way; and Emanuel, which
means “God is with us.”
Mercy is the Intergenerational Learning Center at Providence
Mount St. Vincent in Seattle – a preschool inside a nursing home.
Through planned and spontaneous activities, the kids and the seniors
interact throughout the day, sharing in art projects, exercise, story time,
and more. Both the youngsters and the residents have a lot to offer one
another and a lot to receive.
Mercy is a mother who sleeps on the floor of her three year-old
son’s room at 2:00am because he thinks there are monsters in there.
Mercy is Oakland Athletics pitcher Sean Doolittle and his
girlfriend Eireann Dolan, who partnered with Chicago city government
officials to organize Thanksgiving dinner for the city’s 17 families of Syrian refugees last week. And mercy is the nonprofit organizations –
many of them Catholic – that have proclaimed “Refugees welcome” in
states were elected officials have threatened to close their doors.

Mercy is when a person returns to the Sacrament of Reconciliation
after decades, nervous as can be and embarrassed to have forgotten the
act of contrition, and the confessor responds with warmth, gentleness,
and bit of good humor.
Mercy is the hashtag #PorteOuverte, or “Open Door,” that scores of
Parisians used on the night of the terror attacks there to signal that they
would open their homes to anyone who needed shelter.
Mercy is Rosa’s Fresh Pizza in Philadelphia, where you can spend
an extra dollar to have a post-it put up on the wall. Homeless members
of the community are then welcome to come in to the shop and trade in a
post-it for a slice.
Mercy is the Gospel stories of the prodigal son, the woman caught
in adultery, Matthew the unscrupulous tax collector, and Peter the
denier. The forgiveness they receive does not condone them in their
selfishness. They are not condoned, but redeemed.
These images of mercy share some things in common. Each example
features the element of “willingness” that Keenan emphasizes. Instead
of avoiding or dismissing the chaos of another, these practitioners of
mercy move toward the chaos with creativity and boldness. They make
me wonder, “If we Catholics were 10 times bolder and more creative in
our practice of mercy than we are right now, how might things be
different?” Well, we’d probably have preschools in all our nursing
homes and refugees at all our family parties, for starters.
I close, Mercy the willingness to enter the chaos of another human
being. Thank you God for the mercy you show all of us.