Saturday, April 10, 2010




REQUIESCANT IN PACE

The many returning home from war:
thousands waiting for them
at airports or docks, waiting
with flags, flowers and tears,
bands blaring, hands waving,
politicians, mothers, fathers,
husbands, wives, kids,
waiting for those returning
who soon will be surrounded in hugs ….
Sad to say, miles and miles away,
the all alone, all those whose
waiting ended months and months
ago with the news, “…killed….”
Requiescant in pace.




© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

Picture on top by Darin Oswald,

The Idaho Statesman
ALONE  AGAIN  
UNFORTUNATELY 



Quote of the Day:  April 10, 2010


"Most people are on the world, not in it - have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them - undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate."


John Muir [1838-1914], John of the Mountains 1938

Friday, April 9, 2010

REMORSE


Quote of the Day:  April 9, 2010

Remorse: "That inward hell!"

Lord Byron [1788-1824]

Thursday, April 8, 2010


GOD IS PATIENT

Grace never grabs.
It just waits:
to glance at the glisten of dew on
morning blades of grass,
to notice an old couple holding hands
while waiting for a restaurant table for two,
or a dad holding his baby son
while handing his other hand
to his 3 year old daughter,
the chance to say, “I’m sorry!”,
the remembrance of
the Father’s love back home.





© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010
35 - EMERGENCY ROOM


Sitting there with about 35 other people
in the local hospital emergency room,
I couldn’t hear the TV sound. I could
just see the screen, the screams, the pictures,
just the captions from about 35 feet away:
another suicide bombing in Bagdad,
a flood in Rhode Island,
a train crash in Spain,
a boat capsizes in the Philippines,
a coal mine collapse in China,
a kidnapping in California – people –
their stories – all told in just 35 seconds,
clips of ongoing TV news…. TV cries.
Was my pain – my hurt worse?
Of course not – but it wasn’t till
I began to wonder about all
these people all around me,
some in obvious deep pain and panic,
that I began to enter into their hurt
and my pain numbed a bit.
Who are they? What happened?
Who are the people
they are connected to,
these 35 people or so,
just 35 feet away from me?
Jesus was right!
Hurt is an eye opener.
Hurt is a heart opener.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010
PERSONALIZING  LIFE 



Quote of the Day:  April 8,  2010


"A person is a person because he recognizes others as persons."




Desmond Tutu, Address at enthronement as Anglican archbishop of Cape Town, South Africa, September 7, 1986

Wednesday, April 7, 2010


BREAKING WORDS,
BREAKING BREAD


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Wednesday in Easter Week is, “Breaking Words, Breaking Bread.”

The Mass has two parts: the Liturgy of the Word and the Liturgy of the Eucharist.

Bread and words.


Two essentials to every meal: food and words.

Talk to me. Eat with me. Share words; share food. Share yourself.

It’s not good to be alone. It’s not good to eat alone. It’s not good to only be talking to oneself.

However, there are deaths and divorces – and we outlive another.

The beauty of memories; the better the marriage, the better the memories; the better the memories, the more difficult the missing.

And as Viktor Frankl says in his classic book, Man’s Search for Meaning, in the best marriages, the one who survives and has so much love for his or her spouse says, “I’m glad he or she went first, because I wouldn’t want him or her to feel the hurt and the missing I’m feeling now.”

Frankl could put words together – helping himself and so many others who went through the horror of death – he experiencing the death of so many in the concentration camps of World War II.

And when we eat alone or with others we not only digest food – we digest happenings. And to eat food and words – we cut the words up – slice and dice them – and share them with each other.

That’s the Mass in a nutshell: words and food, part 1 and part 2.

AT THE MEAL

When we were taught Scriptures in the seminary, we were taught that the words in the Bible came from folks sitting around and talking – and eating – sharing bread and wine, sharing words and stories.

Well, not all of scriptures – but much of it.

At every meal at St. Mary’s when Father Baumgartner was alive, he would sit in the same seat – and often tell the same stories – over and over again.


Is that the essence of old age – telling the old stories? And I heard all his stories – but I would notice that even though the essence of the story was the same – the emphasis would shift from time to time – and he would often add on new or different details.

And in listening to his stories, two things were happening. He was figuring out his life and we were figuring out his life - as well as wonderings about our own.

We need to do this. We need an audience. We need to digest each other.

I am totally convinced of the logic of the Eucharist. Jesus feeds us with himself at every Mass – with some words – with some food.

He feeds us with an earful and a mouthful every time.

When we were taught scriptures, we were taught that the scriptures evolved at meals and then someone wrote down the stories.

TODAY’S READINGS

In today’s first reading we have a story that was shared in the early church about the time Peter healed a cripple – the beggar who used to sit at the Beautiful Gate in Jerusalem. [Cf. Acts of the Apostles 3:1-10]

In today’s gospel we have the famous Emmaus story – when the two disciples headed home – figuring that’s it – only to meet the Risen Lord who helped put together the whole story for them – and he broke open his life for them – and I hope you heard the key words, “they recognized him in the breaking of the bread.” [Cf. Luke 24:13-35]

I hope you noticed that they used words to tell this to each other.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily was, “Breaking Words, Breaking Bread.”

Digest well Jesus in the word today – Jesus in the bread today. Amen.

Digest well Jesus in your life today – and all the days that led up to this day. Amen.
JUST  SAY "NO!"



Quote of the Day:  April 7, 2010




"My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no."




Dazai Osamu [Tsushima Shuji] (1909-1948), No Longer Human















Tuesday, April 6, 2010

RELIGION  AND  FAITH

Quote of the Day:  April 6,  2010


"I have treated many hundreds of patients .... Among [those] in the second half of life - that is to say, over 35 - there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding a religious outlook on life."


Carl Jung [1875-1961] Time, Feb. 14, 1955












Monday, April 5, 2010



SPIDER WEB

It caught my eye as soon as I saw it,
I couldn’t get by it. I had to stop
and stare? I wondered:
what else am I not seeing?
Do I realize I’m somewhere
on this web being woven -
this web called me. How much
more is there to my life story
before I'm broken, before
I catch what I'm trying to catch?




© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

LEAF, PETAL, SKIN

The look and fabric of leaf, petal, skin….
Touch it. Feel it. Study it.
Could a forger or a counterfeiter,
come even close to
creating a perfect imitation
of leaf, petal or skin?
Worse – in time comes the wrinkle,
the fading, and the crumble
of leaf, petal and skin.
Some are scared to touch that?
Be quick! Life has term limits.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

HUMILITY


Moth and butterfly, silently, softly,
fluttering and flying, seeming
to be so completely oblivious of me.
How self centered for me
to think they would think of me?
Silently, slowly, these thoughts
flutter and fly through my brain.
And yes, bees and bugs,
except mosquitoes,
treat me the same way.
Sort of stings my ego.
Dirt and earth, from which
I came, they too pay me
no little attention. So I assume
there’s a message here somewhere.
I guess I need to become quiet
and learn from what’s beneath me.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

A NASTY NOW

Ouch! Now that was nasty.
Now, what do I do?
You set me up.
You weren’t asking me a question.
You were making a statement
under the guise of a question.
You were trying to trap me.
Now, what do I do?
Now, what I have to do,
is not be nasty in return.
Now that’s difficult.
But I’ll try – because
that’s what I now know,
You Jesus, are saying
in your Sermon on the
Mount – chapter 5: 38 to 48:
to turn the other cheek,
to go the extra mile,
to end the revenge,
to pray for those who hurt us.
Difficult Jesus! Difficult!
See you on Good Friday,
better a week after Easter
and then let’s compare notes.


© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2010
Painting - Jesus Faces Pilate, Greg Leach
ALMOST BUT

I almost did it,
but I didn’t.
I almost finished
but I didn’t.
I almost said, “I love you”,
but I didn’t.
I almost forgave you,
but I didn’t.
I almost spoke with God,
but I didn’t.
I almost got caught,
but I didn’t.
I almost won,
but I didn’t.
I almost was happy,
but something went wrong.
I almost bounced back,
but I didn’t.
I almost said what I really think,
but once more I didn’t.
I almost let go,
but I didn’t because it was too difficult.
I almost died,
but I didn’t.
So, I guess,
I have a second chance,
but ....



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

THE PAST

The swirl of poop and paper,
the flush, the downward spiral twist,
the thrust and spin of waste and water –
and then: all clean clear water.
Would that it was always that easy!



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010
EASTER SPRING

Spring has a mind of its own:
one day sunny till suddenly
it’s rainy, windy, damp,
then the next day all gray,
then the next day flurries,
then the next day back to sun,
without one word of apology….
Then snow, oh no,
then, oh good, it wasn’t snow,
just a dogwood tree shaking
its tiny white flowers everywhere.
Gardeners on their knees
look up and around
every once and a while,
but most of the time
they know this is how spring
works every year,
not worrying, smiling,
not concentrating on the sky,
but only on the ground below:
spading, planting seeds,
seeing buds and bulbs,
new life ready to spring.
Mary Magdalene didn’t know
gardeners, but she knew
how to hug: Resurrection.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010
DEATH AND RESURRECTION





Quote of the Day:  April 5,  2010




"Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection."




Arthur Schopenhauer [1788-1860], Studies in Pessimism [1851], Psychological Observations

Sunday, April 4, 2010


EASTER:
BELIEF IN LIFE AFTER DEATH


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Easter: Belief in Life After Death.”

As I was getting out of my car last Wednesday – in the outside parking lot at the Mall – I noticed a bumper sticker on a parked car right in front of me. I collect bumper sticker sayings that grab me. This one read, “I believe in life before death.”

I went fishing for a piece of paper in my pocket and wrote that down.

I like that message – because I want to live life to the full in the here and now – and I have met people who seem to put too much of their energy and anxieties into worries about what happens after death. It also appears that people do good and avoid evil in the here and now, not because of the here and now – but because of the hereafter. Doing that we might miss the people right in front of us – as well the implications of the present moment.

Thinking on what I preach about – I believe I concentrate on the here and now – more than the hereafter – seeing that religion takes place in church but especially outside of church – where we spend most of our time and life.


I see the first book of the Bible, Genesis, and the story of God’s creation not just as something that happened billions and billions of years ago – but God’s ongoing creation all the time. It’s about to spring big time once more and it is good. I see the family struggles in the book of Genesis as the struggles of every family.


I see the second book of the Bible, Exodus, and the story of that escape from slavery as the call of everyone to escape addictions or abuse or traps or blaming or claiming ignorance or covering up – whether one is pope, bishop, priest, parent, professional, truck driver or teacher, etc.

I like to see each meal as a Mass, each shower or washing as a baptism, a fresh start, a feeling of newness, each “I’m sorry” as a sacrament of reconciliation, each affirmation of each other as a confirmation of the gifts of the Holy Spirit, etc. etc. etc.

I love the words of St. Irenaeus – an early Christian – killed around the year 200 A.D. – who said “The glory of God is a human being who is fully alive.” [Adversus Haereses – 4th Book]. Every parent knows the truth of that when they see their kids fully alive on the playing field or in a play – or having a great slumber party – or doing a reading at Mass – or hunting for Easter eggs or chocolate Easter eggs, so too our God, our Father, rejoices when seeing us fully alive and searching for the surprise of new life.

Don’t we love it when we see grandparents laughing while playing cards or out on the dance floor – or cracking on each other?

So that bumper sticker is a creed: “I believe in life before death.”

And then like any creed we agree upon, we need to put it into practice – making it more than just words.

Am I alive or am I dead? Am I excited or exhausted? Do I jump out of bed each morning – longing for a new day of life, service and surprise?

Frank Lloyd Wright once described bureaucrats as, “dead at 30 and buried at 60.”

I hope that’s not true – but there are some jobs I know I wouldn’t want – but I’m glad someone’s doing them – and I hope they love their job.

It’s NCAA basketball time – and almost baseball season, but all of us can connect with Erma Bombeck’s famous line, “If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead.”

Who of us wants to be described as, “Dead! Dull! Boring! Eternal couch potato? Unalive? Same Old Same Old Person every day?”

Some people sound like they are repeating TV talk shows – and the rest of the people in the room want to run! They want to run because this other person doesn’t seem to be another person – someone we might enjoy a cup of coffee or a cup of tea or a Doctor Pepper with.


Just yesterday a lady told me she was recently at Mass at another church – I’m glad it wasn’t this church – and this little girl yelled out – pointing to the priest, “He doesn’t want to be here!”

Did he hear that? Did the little girl want to there? Do I want to be here – on this planet – enjoying this great gift of life that God has given me?

I picture Jesus standing in front of some people who look like they are dead – and he screams out loud into the cave of their ear what he said at the grave or cave of Lazarus: “Lazarus come forth! Wake up. Come back from the dead!” And Lazarus came back from the dead.

Am I happy to be alive? Do I believe in life before death?

I see people worried about hell, heaven and purgatory. I would stress being aware that heaven, hell, and purgatory, can also be right now.

I like Albert Camus’ bumper sticker like saying, “I shall tell you a great secret, my friend. Do not wait for the last judgment. It takes place every day.” The Fall [1956]

Okay, having said all that, I want to address in this homily the hereafter. Relax this is my regular 10 minutes – 5 pages – 14 pica homily. The title of my homily after all is, “Easter: Belief In Life After Death” and here I am yaking mainly about the here and now.

TODAY’S GOSPEL

The last line in today’s gospel intrigued me, “For they did not yet understand the Scripture that he had to rise from the dead.” [John 20:1-9]

I asked myself, “What does that mean?” “Do I understand that Jesus had to rise from the dead?”

That’s a big question! Many people think: when we die, that’s it. That’s all there is. Nobody has ever risen from the dead!

They it hit me – the depth as well as the centrality of what Paul said about the resurrection in many of his letters - especially his First Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 15. To paraphrase Paul: “If Christ did not rise from the dead, then the whole house of cards crumbles. If Christ did not rise from the dead, open up the doors and let’s get out of here. We’re a bunch of fools. If Christ did not rise, then nobody rises. If Christ did not rise from the dead, then there is no meaning to Baptism, not truth to Eucharist, no Christianity, no truth to all these things we believe.”

Yet we do believe. Okay we have doubts at times. Then our prayer changes to the prayer of the man in the gospel who came to Jesus for him to heal his son, “Lord, I believe, help my unbelief.” [Mark 9:24]


And if we read the after Good Friday stories in Matthew, Mark, Luke and today from John, we hear stories about how belief – faith – takes time – and some get there faster than others.

In today’s gospel there is the mention of “the other disciple”. Many consider this to be John – but we’re not sure. It could be us. It could be the one who in any age or any time – gets in next to Jesus – and Jesus sees this one as the Beloved Disciple.

The gospel writers play with this – who’s going to be first, who’s going to # 1 – who’s going to be next to Jesus in the Eternal Wedding Banquet. Won’t we be surprised! But we don’t know. Hopefully, we will know this in eternity.

ETERNITY: LIFE AFTER DEATH

I often think of a moment at my brother’s grave – standing there in prayer with my brother’s best friend – who said he doesn’t believe in life after death. It was one of those life moments that had a profound impact. I’ve often think about it. Do I believe in life after death? I do! I believe in life after death, because of my parents and my upbringing as a Catholic. In contrast, others don’t have this belief. So I pinch myself. Belief is a gift. Belief in life after death is a total gift. It can’t be proved! We have to die to find out.

At the age of 70, I obviously think about this question more than when I was 40.


At the age of 70, I obviously have answers that I have told myself about this question.

The first thing I go with is what is called Pascal’s Wager or Gamble. Blaise Pascal [1623-1662] was a French mathematician, scientist, philosopher and theologian at times. Various folks punch holes in his argument – saying maybe we’ll wake up realizing we picked the wrong religion. I apply the gamble only to God. I’m gambling that the moment after we die, we’ll either know or not know. If there is nothing, then we’ll never know. But if we gambled that there is a God waiting for us after death, then we guessed correctly big time.

So I start with that. What kicks in second – after Pascal – is Jesus.

I make my act of faith in Jesus Christ – in his words of hope, “I am the way, the truth and the life. I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me, even though he die, will live.”

Then third and last comes the following thought and reasoning – that spins around my brain from time to time – and I found out – around the brain and reasoning of a lot of people.

I call this the “Fair is fair!” conversation with God.

There has to be a resurrection – not only because Jesus died around 33 and was killed unfairly – and didn’t get a chance to round out his life more, but also what about all the babies who have died and never had the time of their life that I have had. What about all those millions and millions of Jews who were killed in the Holocaust – and millions and millions and millions of people who were blown up or killed or raped and murdered – in the violence of war or by crazies down through the centuries. What about all the young men and women killed in war - in combat - or just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Fair is fair. There has to be a hereafter. Fair is fair.


So I tell God there have been a lot of people who deserve eternity – to catch up on missed life – and then there are the crazies who need eternity to get their minds and souls in order.

CONCLUSION

Easter is a good time to think about heavy things. Roll away the big stone and experience these questions with Jesus the Risen Lord. Amen. Alleluia.




Painting on top: The Resurrection [1510] - part of Matthias Grunewald's altarpiece in St. Anthony's Monastery, Isenheim, Alsace
RESURRECTION




Quote of the Day:  April 4,  2010  - Easter Sunday

"The entire character of a man's whole life depends on whether he answers 'Yes' or 'No' to the historic fact of the Resurrection."


John E. Large, The Small Needle of Doctor Large, 1962







Picture on top: Resurrection. It's on the front wall in St. Paul de Meythet Church in Meythet, a suburb of Annecy, south-eastern France. Painting 1998 - by Arcabas (Jean-Marie Pirot).