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story Urban contemplatives open to the world
By RETTA BLANEY
Special to the National Catholic Reporter Brooklyn,
N.Y.
The five-story, red brick rectory
behind Transfiguration Church is home to only one priest, yet it is filled to
capacity. In every room, including the living and dining rooms, beds, sofas and
cots are set up so that 30 of the tired and poor, the homeless and
tempest-tossed of El Salvador, Guatemala and Mexico can live as a family.
In the convent next door, five women from these countries live
with two Congregation of St. Joseph sisters, and in the basement eight more
immigrants live with a Xaverian brother. In a church-run shelter across the
street, 23 sleep each night. And down the street, 21 people in the final stages
of AIDS are cared for in the former convent, now called Casa Betsaida.
Its part of my spirituality, pastor Msgr. Bryan
Karvelis said. We wish to share and be one with the poor. What better way
to be one with them than to offer our home? Showing an example of
hospitality to strangers is one of the most powerful homilies I could
offer to this parish about being Christian.
Karvelis came to Transfiguration first as a seminarian for two
summers, in 1954 and 55. In 1956, newly ordained, he arrived as a priest
for his first assignment and never left (it was the period prior to the current
rule that pastors are moved every six years). In this multi-cultured pocket in
the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, Karvelis found a perfect place to
practice his devotion to contemplative living within an urban environment. He
has instilled this spirituality in his parishioners, 98 percent of whom are
Latino immigrants or children of immigrants. They volunteer in the
parishs various outreach programs and explore their contemplative sides
in one of 18 mini-churches, which meet weekly in a members home to
discuss the gospel as it relates to their lives.
You cant be around him and not be affected by his
vision of loving and sharing, said Luz Mulhern, a parishioner for more
than four decades. Being around him is a lesson in humanity.
Karvelis, 70, has just returned to his parish after an absence of
several months for a kidney transplant and subsequent complications, including
blood clots from his legs moving to his lungs, flu and bronchitis. Each time he
was released from the hospital, he headed for Tabor, Transfigurations
retreat house near Tarrytown, N.Y., to recover. He is still somewhat weak and
has trouble walking and standing for long, but is grateful to be back with his
parishioners and the 30 men, mostly between ages 18 and 30, he considers
family.
Like every family, ups and downs
I call them my sons, and they relate to that fairly well.
Like every family, we have our ups and downs and little fights now and
then, he said, but nothing like in the 1980s when many of the men,
escapees from the wars in Central America, were psychologically very
scarred. Tension in the residence was high, at times, and tempers would
flare. Except for the slaughter of the 80s, in that awful period of
warfare, our home is very quiet.
Karvelis began opening his door to foreigners in the 1970s.
It seemed outrageous we had this huge rectory building, and so many
homeless immigrants needed help.
The numbers increased because Karvelis allows them to stay
as long as its useful. If theyre working, they
contribute $30 a month for food, water and electric bills. Because many of them
are young and far from home, the pastor is often awakened at night for
Daddy/son talk about family back home and romantic relationships
here.
Every Saturday Karvelis and his sons share the noon meal together
in a bright room at the back of the 126-year-old rectory; he cooks, and they
clean up. On a cold Saturday in February, Karvelis is at the stove making
corned beef hash (his grandfather emigrated from County Roscommon, Ireland), to
which he adds peppers, onions, olives, catsup and garlic, all kinds of
stuff to zip it up.
Wearing a navy plaid shirt, navy sweat jacket and black corduroys,
he looks more like an aging laborer than a cleric. Stirring his hash and adding
spices, he takes frequent breaks to prop up his right leg, which swells from
the surgery.
Jose Delrio opens five large cans of pineapple juice, which he
spaces out on the three long tables set for dinner. He arrived four years ago,
having run across the border from Mexico and hitchhiked to New York. It was
word-of-mouth back home that led him to the Marcy Avenue rectory. At my
country, the people know about Fr. Bryan.
Delrio said he was involved in political activities in Mexico and
feared for his life. He works for a moving company now and sends money home for
his three children, ages 14, 19 and 21.
Gregorio Delcid arrived 13 years ago from El Salvador. He has been
sick much of the time, suffering from allergies. I dont have the
words how to tell you how big is the help I have receive from him. He know how
to take care of everyone to feel good.
As Delcid speaks, a bell sounds, and more men appear in the
downstairs kitchen. After a few minutes, Karvelis calls up the stairs in
Spanish to hurry his sons along. Soon, 20 men stand at the tables with bowed
heads while Karvelis blesses the meal in Spanish. For the next hour, they share
a meal like any other large family, talking of jobs or lack thereof and things
that need fixing in the house.
While Karvelis was gone, his sons lived in the rectory
unsupervised. When he returned, briefly, for Christmas, they barred him from
the kitchen while they prepared turkey dinner for 70. Residents of the shelter
joined them, as well as former sons who have built lives on their
own but still visit their American father. (Former residents come back often,
sometimes with a son named Bryan.)
Karvelis sons were not the only ones to serve him in his
need. The pastor saw his spirituality return to him this past October in the
gift of a kidney donated by parishioner Pascual Chico.
To me, its an honor God chose me to give Fr. Bryan one
of my kidneys, said Chico, 59. I would not only give him my one
kidney, I would give him both of my kidneys so he could live. He is one of the
greatest Christians that ever lived, and that includes Mother Teresa and
everybody in history. For 43 years a miracle has been happening in our
community, and God wants it to keep going.
Chico, who arrived from Puerto Rico 25 years ago, said he has read
hundreds of books on Christianity but has learned most from Karvelis. He
makes Jesus very clear to all of us.
Parishioner Mulhern met Karvelis when she was 10, after he started
a Spanish Mass at Transfiguration Church. She and her family came to Brooklyn
from Puerto Rico in 1955 as part of the first wave of Spanish-speaking
immigrants. Shortly after he arrived in the community the following year,
Karvelis began reaching out to these newcomers by offering a Mass in
Spanish.
Then we didnt have to walk so far to go to Mass,
Mulhern said. He helps to ease the pain of being an immigrant.
Dominicans followed the Puerto Ricans, then people from Mexico and
Central America. Hes gone through all the immigrations and
migrations, Mulhern said. And he continues to welcome the stranger, his
crowded rectory being just one example. You name the country,
theres a fellow here who hes taken in. He teaches you to be
affected by the tragedies and pain of people. If youre not touched,
youre not able to feel human pain.
Inspired to stay in the neighborhood
Mulhern credits Karvelis with shaping her character when she was a
teenager in the 1960s. With the Young Christian Movement he founded, based on
the Jocist Movement in France, Karvelis had teens involved with voter
registration and working for better conditions for factory workers, housing and
education. My sense of justice and fairness I really learned from him.
There was always the sense to give to others and not just think about yourself,
if youre comfortable, and everybody else around you is
struggling.
This way of living became so much a part of her, Mulhern said,
that when she married in 1970 she and her husband decided to stay in the
parish. We wanted to kind of bear witness to something other than going
off to the suburbs.
Because of the strength of this spirituality, the work Karvelis
set in place continued in his absence. We learned we all have to pull
together because thats what the church is, said Sr. Peggy Walsh,
director of the immigration program. She calls Transfiguration Parish an
example of how the church will be, can be and should be.
Walsh attributes the parishs ability to carry on to
Karvelis leadership style, which allows workers great freedom of
governance in their areas. This is probably the best approach because it is
hard to imagine any more work could be done here; every inch of the
parishs property seems to be in use. Besides every room in the
residential buildings, the churchs space also has been creatively
commandeered. The floor beneath the church, which had been a catchall of
clutter, was cleared out beginning in 1971 and now looks like a series of
catacombs of prayer and work. With only tiny spaces to work with, two chapels
take on the role of one. The Chapel of the Word allows about 70 worshipers to
sit on closely placed, cloth-covered, backless benches for scripture readings,
before moving to the Chapel of the Eucharist, where all stand around the
altar.
On the other side of a confessional in the Chapel of the
Eucharist, prayer gives way to service. Desks and cabinets fill more warrens of
space, with signs in Spanish directing the Central American immigrants who come
here for residency assistance. Upstairs in the church, 1,500 people attend one
of three weekend Masses, and in the school next door, 200 children attend
grades one through eight. This doesnt include Walshs immigration
work in another building, legal help, public assistance advocacy, home care for
seniors or the social service projects of the nearby South Side Mission. These
projects are supported largely through government funding.
Fueled by mini-churches
So much work is being done in this parish that when asked about
the number served each year, Walsh cant begin to guess. We
dont keep those kinds of statistics, she said, adding that talking
and listening to the immigrants is as important as the parishs activism
on their behalf. They need to understand theyre loved, that they
have great worth before God, and that the world belongs to God, not particular
governments.
Transfigurations activist efforts are fueled by the prayer
and contemplation of the mini-churches or the Fraternities of Jesus of
Nazareth. Karvelis was strongly influenced by the spirituality of Charles de
Foucauld, a French priest of the late 19th century who lived a hermits
life in Algeria. Karvelis began the mini-churches in 1966 as a way to help
parishioners develop a deeper relationship with Jesus and to live his gospel
message. Members take turns cooking for and serving meals in the shelter and
volunteering at Casa Betsaida, even though they are not wealthy people
themselves. Most parishioners work in factories or restaurants or drive taxis,
although some have scraped together the money to buy small grocery stores or
bakeries. Besides meeting weekly to discuss the gospel for the following
Sunday, each fraternity, consisting of 15 to 20 members, makes two retreats
together annually at Tabor, which was purchased in 1969 with proceeds from the
sale of several church-owned houses in the parish.
Karvelis spends Thursday and Friday, his days off, at Tabor; the
first day is for chores, the second is spent in prayer and silence in the
chapel or the woods surrounding the house. While he is gone, his garage is
turned into a boutique of used clothing, free for shelter guests, newly arrived
immigrants or anyone who needs it. In a pinch, the boutique opens on other
days, with clothes spread out on Karvelis 1994 blue Chevy Cavalier.
The day of silence each week is a tremendous gift,
Karvelis said, a time that helps develop his homilies and his relationship with
God. Theres a certain beauty to it and a certain being stripped
right down to nothing. Its trying to face God in a hands-open kind of way
that allows the Lord to speak to you in silence.
The priest Karvelis is today is the result of three
profound influences in his life. God had been so generous
with me, he said.
The seeds of his vocation were planted early, growing up on Long
Island and in Queens, N.Y., in a family that attended Mass daily. From that
exposure, he knew he wanted to be a priest by the time he was 11. He entered
Immaculate Conception Seminary on Long Island at 14. From there he attended
Cathedral College in Brooklyn. The monastic tradition of the seminary, with its
emphasis on silence, left a permanent impression. I will be eternally
grateful for that, he said.
The third influence also came during his seminary years. Karvelis
had been organizing some of his classmates to spend the summer discussing
Aristotles Ethics. He mentioned this to his spiritual director who
laughed and told him he wouldnt be spending his summer studying
philosophy; rather he would spend it meeting people, the first of whom would be
Dorothy Day. Karvelis made his way to the Catholic Worker soup kitchen in lower
Manhattan where Day assigned him to serve pea soup and changed his life
forever.
I saw the cockroaches on the walls and the people from the
Bowery coming in and I thought, This is gospel poverty. This is what I
dont see elsewhere. This is what I want.
Karvelis has been able to fulfill that desire, living as he does
with poor immigrants, but gospel living is challenged in a particular way in
Transfigurations neighborhood, one he wouldnt have anticipated in
Days soup kitchen. The churchs parishioners dont live in the
immediate area. They come from the neighborhoods on the other side of the
elevated subway tracks that cut through Williamsburg. The streets surrounding
the church conjure up images of Poland before World War II. In this, the heart
of Brooklyns Hasidic community, women with covered heads tend their
children while men in long black coats, or kapotas, fur-rimmed domed
hats, shtreimels, long beards and payos, curling forelocks, go
briskly about their business. They exchange not a word or glance with the
clergy, parishioners or immigrants of Transfiguration. The two deeply religious
communities share the same blocks, but that is all.
Weve had struggle over struggle, Walsh said. She
relates a story of two Hasidic men who began beating a Latino boy with their
umbrellas because they suspected him of a crime. Karvelis ran out to stop them.
Failing to do so, he threw himself on top of the boy, but the men continued the
flogging until the police arrived.
Karvelis calls these beatings lynchings, and said in
the 1980s and early 1990s six to eight a week occurred. Blacks and Hispanics
were beaten to pulps by large groups of Hasidic men, and some of
the victims died, he said.
Those were some of the most horrible experiences of my life.
It was absolute savagery, and they obviously enjoyed it.
Beatings are rare now, following media coverage of the tensions,
he said, but differences still exist, among them perceived political favoritism
of the Hasidim, who vote in blocks, displacement of Latinos from limited
housing in favor of Orthodox Jews who must live separately, and occasional
vigilante justice.
This intolerance for outsiders hasnt always been directed
just at the immigrant community. When Walsh arrived in full habit in 1959, many
Holocaust survivors lived there who taught their children to spit on the
crucifix she wore around her neck.
Rabbi David Niederman, president of the United Jewish Organization
of Williamsburg, did not respond to repeated telephone calls requesting comment
on Hasidic/immigrant relations. John Talmage, chief of staff for City
Councilman Kenneth K. Fisher, who represents the district, has not worked
directly with Karvelis, but said community leaders in Williamsburg have been
doing a better job of dealing with problems there before they get out of hand.
Things arent perfect, but we dont get a call from the cops
every two or three months saying things are out of control.
Councilman Victor Robles, who represents the area where the
parishioners live but not the area around the church, does work with Karvelis
and credits him with trying to ease the tensions.
Hes the gum keeping it together, said Robles,
who has known the monsignor since 1971 when Robles worked for
then-Congresswoman Shirley Chisholm, who represented Williamsburg. He
reinforces our faith in terms of what we are taught and what the clergy
symbolizes. He symbolizes what the priesthood is, not just the Mass and the
clothing, but he shows hes Gods servant. He reaches out to
everyone.
For Karvelis, reaching out to everyone is what the church is
supposed to do, but he sees it failing as far as immigrants are concerned.
The sad part is the church does very little in this line of
hospitality. Other churches send them to us and they havent even given
them something to eat. Doesnt it occur to them this is their
responsibility?
To ignore immigrants is to forget the past, he said. In
America, the Roman Catholic church has been built by immigrants. If we miss the
boat, we will suffer severely. Since World War II, the established church has
been forgetting a bit its immigrant origins.
Karvelis has not forgotten and never will. He owes his life to an
immigrant.
Now I say my flesh and blood is Hispanic. I have a Puerto
Rican kidney. That is the result of the kingdom of God moving among us. It is
pure gift.
After giving for so many years, Karvelis now understands on a deep
level what it is to be dependent.
I, too, am small and little and I have much to receive from
God and my brothers and sisters.
In his homily on his first Sunday back, he shared that sentiment
with his parishioners.
I have always been so joyful that God gave us in this parish
an experience of the kingdom of God, he told them. When we feel
ourselves so loved, it gives us the strength to love others.
Retta Blaney, an arts and religion writer, is editor of the
anthology Journalism Stories from the Real World (North American
Press).
National Catholic Reporter, March 10,
2000
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