COME FOLLOW ME!

“Come follow me!”

“How far?”

“Come follow me!”

“But what can I take with me?”

“Come follow me.”

“But I don’t know where we’ll end up?”

“Come follow me!”

“Can I quit and come back, if I don’t like it?”

“Come follow me!”

“Who are you to ask someone to just drop everything – family, networks, dreams, and follow you?”

“Come follow me!”

“Why are you laughing?”

"Come follow me and find out."

* Drawing on top by a friend of mine,

the graphic artist, Al Pacitti
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009

*

YEE GADGETS!

Talk, talk, talk,
text, text, text,
twitter, twitter, twitter,
chatter, chatter, chatter,
Bluetooth, toot, toot,
cellphones, iPhones,
BlackBerries, Droids,
in classrooms, bathrooms,
church, car and street …
Facebook, My Space,
text and pictures,
yak, yak, yak,
words, words, words,
whisper, whisper, whisper,
listening, listening, listening,
while driving and eating,
but is anyone really talking to each other?
Is anyone on the cutting edge of another –
tasting the substance of their true bread,
tasting their essence, being nourished
with Holy Communion with them?
Can anyone hear the silent Love of God
in life’s everyday moments?
Can anyone see the Lord
walking on the waters?
Is anyone walking with the Lord
in the cool of the evening?
Is anyone walking and talking

with the Lord on the Road to Emmaus?**

Image on top borrowed from someone*
** Cf. Luke 24: 13-35
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2009

CONVERSATION # 5

“Hi!”

“Hello!”

“Where have you been? Haven’t talked to you in the longest time.”

“I’ve been around.”

“Sorry, I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to someone on my cell.”

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009

CONVERSATION # 4

“Hi!”

“Hi!”

“How’s it going?”

“Good. How’s it going for you?”

“Not so good. Yesterday ….”

“Ooops. I gotta get going. See you around.”

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009

CONVERSATION # 3

Connecting – getting it – then thinking about what I got – and I think you’re doing the same by the look of your face – then you say something and I drift into something your story triggered – and I find myself wanting to listen to both you and myself – but I can’t let go of my distraction – as well as what I think you’re thinking about – then I say something to give us some breathing space – then the thought, “Maybe I should have tried silence.” Then I say something else – and I think you’re listening to my spin off – and then I’ll start listening to you again – but maybe what I said will trigger something very different in you and now we have 6 or 8 inner conversations going on – and one outer conversation - wow it is difficult to hold a conversation – or maybe that’s how conversations go…. I don’t know – but I guess I have to ditto that – because I’ve been talking with people now for over 70 years – and some of those conversations are still going on – and they have long gone.

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009

CONVERSATION # 2

“I don’t get it.”

“Now that’s a great way to start a conversation.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“Now’s that even better.”

“But I still don’t get it?”

“What don’t you get?”

“I don’t get what I’m supposed to get.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know what I’m supposed to give.”

“What? Do you mean to say you don’t know what you’re saying?”

“Exactly!”

“Then I get it.”

“You got it.”

“I got it? What do you mean I got it?”

“You just said, ‘Then I get it.’”

“Well, I don’t get what I got if I got it.”

“You got it. Now there’s two of us.”

“What do you mean, ‘Now there’s two of us’?”

“Well I don’t get it and you don’t get it. That’s two of us.”

“Oh I get it.”

“What did you get?”

“I get that this is a crazy and confusing conversation.”

“Most of them are?”

“Okay, now I really get it.”

“Good. Better leave it at that before both of us think we’re crazy.”

“Thanks….”

“You’re welcome. Now when are going to have our next conversation?”

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009

CONVERSATION # 1

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© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009

HERE’S MY QUESTION

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Here’s My Question.”

How many times in our life have we heard someone say, “Here’s my question”?
We're listening to talk radio while driving and the host says to someone who has called in and is going on and on and on, "Caller! What is your question?"

We’re at a meeting or we hear a talk – and someone raises their hand and they start talking – and we’re wondering where they are going – and then they finally say, “Here’s my question.”

That’s not my question.

But I wonder, does everyone have a question – their question – and they ask it over and over and over again, all their lives?

I don’t know the answer to that – but that’s the question that hit me yesterday afternoon as I began working on this homily.

And if everyone has a question that they are off on, are they aware that they are off on that question – all their lives?

I don’t know. And that’s not my question either.

And if everyone has a question that they are off on, can they trace or figure out when and why that question started inside of them?

And if everyone has a question that they are off on, do they switch to another question, a further question, a deeper question, a wider question, if they get a satisfactory answer to the question they were off on for the longest time?

Now none of these questions so far are my question.

And before I mention what my question is, let me ask you, “Do you have a lifetime question and if you do, what is it”

If I handed out blank pieces of paper and asked you to write down your question, would you know what it is? Do you have one main lifetime question? If you have a main question and you know what it is, find this homily on my blog and write in what your question is. If you don’t understand how to put a comment into a blog, ask a young person. You can be anonymous. You can find my blog on the St. Mary’s Annapolis, Maryland website – under Religious Education. I’d be interested in hearing what other people have as their lifetime question. Maybe a lot of people would like to know what others have as their big question as well.

Would anyone do that? I’ll find out.

HERE’S MY QUESTION

Here’s my question finally: “Why do people mess up?”

Why do people ruin a good thing?

Why do people do stupid things that ruin their life and the lives of those around them?

Why do people self destruct - in little ways and in big ways?

Why do people sabotage themselves?

That’s my question. I’ve been asking it much of my life.

How many times do people in their life hit themselves on the forehead with the heel of their hand and say, “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” [I have a homily with that title somewhere.] Then they go out and do the same thing over and over again. Why?

I procrastinate. I put off the difficult jobs till the last minute – like not getting Sunday homilies finished till late on Saturday night. I do it every week – unless I have the 4:30 or 5 PM Mass on Saturday. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. And it was same with term papers and homework all through my education years. Will I ever learn?

St. Paul and St. Augustine asked this same question about, "Why do I mess up?" at various times in their writings – so I’m not the only one who asks this question.

The first book of the Bible, the Book of Genesis, begins with God creating this great big world – as a beautiful garden – and Adam and Eve have everything they want. It’s paradise. It’s a honeymoon that doesn’t end.

And then they mess up. It happens every time. They mess up.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Novels, plays, stories, movies, especially Alfred Hitchcock movies, begin the same way. Everything is peaceful – safe – wonderful. Then the problem. Then the mess up. Then the catch.
It gets us to read the book – to watch the movie – and we hope there is a happy ending. It’s also life.

We work our tails off at work – but something happens. Something gets messed up. We get hurt. We lose our job. Or we mess up and we are the cause of the problem.


Life.

VETERANS’ DAY DINNER
It was back in the 1970’s. It was November. Veterans’ Day was coming up. I remember getting a call to go to a Veteran’s Day dinner and say the prayer – and maybe say a few words. I don’t remember that part. What I remember is sitting there with about 35 men – all up there in age – at an Italian restaurant. They were in varying stages of dementia and Alzheimer’s and got out that day for a bus ride to Long Branch, New Jersey, from a locked in part of a Veteran’s nursing home up near Orange, New Jersey.

They were welcomed by the owner of the restaurant. I said the prayer. They began eating – some before the prayer. A few guys were wearing pajama tops and baseball caps – but most were wearing those Army cloth hats that are easy to fold and put in one’s pocket or belt. Buttons were buttoned wrong. Glasses of Coca Cola were spilled. Spaghetti sauce began appearing more and more on the white table cloth.

Sitting across from me was a man – and this is what I remembered from some 35 years ago - as if it happened yesterday. This man was impeccably dressed. He was wearing a clean white pressed shirt, perfect tie, and well tailored blue suit. His hair was perfect. He slowly organized his plate of meatballs and spaghetti. I don’t remember it there was wine. He took his time getting everything ready for the feast.

I was watching his slow and precise mannerisms – sprinkling the parmesan cheese on his spaghetti with calm and delicate gestures. Finally he picked up his fork – slowly – and then, "Ba boom!" He shoveled the spaghetti into his mouth getting sauce all over his chin and white shirt and tie – and onto the table cloth and he had the whole plate finished before anyone else on his side of the long table.

It would have been a great scene for a movie.

Life? It’s funny. It’s surprise. It goes from the perfect to the mess sometimes in seconds.

Life? Why do we mess it up?

BERLIN WALL

On November 9th, 1989 the Berlin Wall came down. Newspapers had headlines: “Cold War Ends.”

I celebrated. The whole world celebrated.

Surprise! The following year we had the First Persian Gulf War – Desert Storm – August 2, 1990 to February 28, 1991.

Do we hate having a good thing? Peace? Why do we mess up?

In 1990 – after years of embargo – after Apartheid in South Africa since 1948 - Nelson Mandela is released from prison – after 27 years – and there is a rather peaceful transition. I expected bloodshed – massacres.

Surprise! The bloodshed, the violence, hits Africa in Rwanda in 1994 – and 20% of the population is killed – from 500,000 to a 1,000, 000 people.

Then there is September 11, 2001. Then the Iraq War II and Afghanistan War.

Does nature hate a vacuum? Do human beings always have to have enemies – stress – violence – terror – a fight going on?

Life never goes the way we want life to go.

We don’t expect our kids or grandkids to get divorced and little sometimes hurt or confused in the process.

We don’t expect our kids or grandkids to do drugs or cause a car accident because of alcohol.

Why do people mess up?

Why do kids do graffiti?

Why do priests and politicians mess up?

Why do people shoot people?

TODAY’S READINGS

In today’s readings we have in the first and third readings what is called apocalyptic literature. Someone is predicting violent endings to the end the world. Why can’t the Bible just tell of green valleys and fig trees?

Why did the authors of these two documents - Daniel and Mark - give us this kind of literature? It has caused problems and scary predictions ever since – that the world is about to end.

If you’re a computer person type into Google “End of the World predictions” – and you’ll find hundreds of them – some coming from scripture texts – some from Nostradamus. There is this new one coming up for the year 2012 – from Mayan Indian predictions.

It will sell this movie – but on December 22, 2012, someone will predict it’s 2020 or 4012 and on and on and on. Why do people do this and mess other people up?

It always seems to be something – that messes up everything.

When I first started seeing the ads for this new movie coming out, “2012”, without knowing anything my first reaction was, “Are they crazy? Why didn’t they pick 2020? 2012 will be upon us before we know it. I’d pick more time – and get more mileage out of the movie.” Not to worry. Remember the old Peanuts and Charlie Brown cartoon that says, “Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.” [Charles Schultz]

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is: "Here's my question."
And my question is, "Why do people mess things up?"

And I'm asking you, "Do you have a life time question?"

This week take some time reflecting on that my question. Talk to yourself? Ask yourself?

This week talk to each other about each other's big question - and if you're married, ask you spouse [and kids], "What do you think my life time question is?"

Don't be surprised if your spouse blurts out, "Hon, it's obvious. You've been off on the same question ever since I met you. It's ...."