ON BECOMING
A MOTHER
Quote for Today - June 11, 2011
"Giving birth is little more than a set of muscular contractions granting passage of a child. Then the mother is born."
Erma Bombeck [1927-1996]
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
[I preached on today’s gospel, the Jesus and Peter, “I love you!” scene in the last chapter of John dozens of times – so last night I decided to write a story. Here it is: a reflection on John 21: 15-19 – for this 7th Friday after Easter. It’s entitled, “There! He Said It!”]
His dad, a guy named John, never said to his son, Pete, not even once during his 18 years of growing up – the 3 simple words: “I love you!”
Well, words like apples, don’t fall too far from the family tree. John’s father before that, had never ever said it to him– so John wasn’t aware that this is something fathers say to their sons. Oh he and his father before him said, “I love you!” to their wives on a regular basis – but an “I love you!” to a son – no, that wasn’t part of the story. It was understood and unexpressed. With regards even saying it to your wife, as Archie Bunker was to put it years later on TV, “Of course I love you Edith. I’m your husband!”
At 18 Pete went off to the Navy. It was during the Vietnam War – and he ended up working on a supply ship all through the war – and then some.
John, his dad, never said to Pete “I love you!” when he was going off to basic training – as well as after finishing that – before heading out to sea.
Now Pete didn’t make waves because of this. He knew his father loved him – working hard to make life good for his mom and his two younger sisters. This “I love you” thing wasn’t a big thing in the 60’s in some families.
However, like some simmering resentments, it slowly arrived after one leaves home. It began sinking in and then bubbling up while aboard ship. A buddy would read a letter – and some letters were from dads – and they would end with an “I love you!”
Slowly it became an itch which Pete would scratch from time to time – especially when he felt alone – becoming a cut on his soul – and memory – and Pete would not let it become a hard scar yet.
From a distance he saw his dad’s faults and failings – his dad’s quietness and escape into Western paperback books. His dad, John, wasn’t a drinker or anything like that. He just was sort of a hider – a bit of an introvert. Now, he never sat down and put his philosophy or attitude on paper. For Jack, “Action speaks louder than words.” Jack saw himself as a good provider – a Sunday church goer – someone who made sure his kids had shoes and supper.
Pete found himself resenting that simple fact: my dad never ever said one “I love you” to me as I was growing up.
His dad did 85 out of 100 things right as a dad, but that little quirk was a blank piece of sandpaper with no words on it.
His dad didn’t write letters. That was what moms did – as his father saw it.
After the war and after getting out of the Navy, Pete settled down on the other coast, got married and had 3 kids. Even at his wedding – even when Pete and his wife Teresa came east – with the 3 kids – John never said an, “I love you!”
By now Pete wasn’t going to tell his dad that this irked him – because if he said it now – it would be because he told him. Love has to be unasked for, unconditional, and unexpected, as far as Pete saw it.
It was the “I love you” Catch 22.
Life went on – time went on – his dad had a stroke – and ended up speechless – but at home thank God.
His sister, Penny, called her brother Pete and said, “Dad doesn’t look too good. You ought to come home east when you get a chance – before it’s too late.”
On the plane east – the passenger next to him in seat 15B was reading the New Testament. Pete had finished reading the Airline Magazine 2 times, so he glanced down to see exactly just what this other person was reading. He went to church most Sundays – but never really got into big time religion. Surprise! He saw his name on the page. The word, “Peter” flew off the page. Then he saw the words, “I love you!” Pete began crying – not uncontrollable tears – but he started crying.
When he got home – there was dad, John, excited to see his only son. Mom and his two sisters, told John, that Peter was coming.
With his one hand, the one he could write with a tiny bit, he handed Peter a piece of paper – with words on it – sort of like a little kid’s writing with a crayon. This had words written with a Sharpie Pen. It simple said 3 times, “I love you. I love you. I love you! Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming. Thanks for coming.”
It was the first time in his life he was handed a new testament, a gospel, Good News, from his dad – and it was unasked for and unexpected.
There! He said it!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily – the title of my talk for tonight – for the Class of 2011 - our 8th Grade graduating from St. Mary's - is, “Steps!”
The word “graduation” is from the Latin word, “gradus”. It simply means, “step” or “grade”. When you make it up all the steps – when you go through all the grades: K,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, you graduate. It means your name is called and you can climb the steps in a place like this and receive your diploma.
When you finish all the steps in high school: freshman, sophomore, junior, senior, you can graduate – and you climb some steps and receive another diploma.
Millions of young people – as well as some middle aged as well as some older people – have walked up steps these past few weeks and received their college or master’s or doctor’s degree and diploma.
I was at a college graduation just three weeks ago and I heard several yells for graduates that went like this, “Way to go, mom! Way to go, mom. Way to go! mom!” And the mom who received her diploma, waved to her fans and family in the crowd with her degree in hand and a big smile on her face.
Graduation.
It’s never too late to step right up.
It’s never too late to graduate.
Step by step – we make the grade – step by step – we move through life – and for those in wheel chairs – it’s the same procedure – push by push – we can graduate – and make it up the ramp – and hopefully – they have more and more ramps and elevators for those who can’t make it up the steps.
LITTLE KIDS
Jesus loved little children. Little children loved Jesus.
Jesus came as a little child – a baby – Christmas – and showed us God knows the steps we all have to take – starting with baby steps.
Jesus said to us, “Learn from me!”
Jesus also said, “Let the little children come into your life and they will teach you about life. They will teach you about the Kingdom of God.”
Parents. You have let little children come into your life and they have taught you all about the kingdom of God. They have taught you about giving and living. They have taught you about sacrifice. They have taught you love: loving God and loving neighbor – especially when your neighbor is your child and he or she is crying in the night – or has taken up Irish Dancing or fencing or rowing or tuba playing and lessons are so expensive and the best teachers are sometimes so far away –and driving there sometimes takes place is the worst time for traffic – late afternoon.
And in giving you have received – and in a moment like tonight – you say, “That’s my kid there. It was all worth it.”
Kids: there was a day when you began to crawl.
Kids: there was a day you crawled to your first step – and you couldn’t walk yet – and you saw all those people so much bigger than you – walk up those steps to the second floor or up there in your house or into the sanctuary here or at your cousin’s house and you couldn’t climb any steps yet. That first step …. so, so high. And us older folks – often forget how big a first step can be.
There are two kinds of kids: those who scream when they come to obstacles like steps and those who try to climb it on their own – struggling over and over and over again till they make it – and then there is that second step – and on and on and on – and sometimes we fall – and sometimes we have to start all over again at that first step.
Life: it can be a bummer.
Life: it’s a lot of steps.
Chinese proverb: a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
Italian proverb: The hardest step is over the threshold.
Alcoholics Anonymous: Do the 12 steps – a step at a time.
4 KINDS OF PARENTS
There are four kinds of parents:
A) Those parents who know how big steps can appear – and can be – to a kid. Steps are like mountains. And they let the kid struggle to climb those steps on their own – because they know that’s what their kid need if they are going to grow.
B) There are those parents who pick their kid up and carry them to the top of the steps – because they don’t want to hear the whining or the screaming of a kid who whines and screams when things are tough and they know this is how to get their parents to do what they want them to do for them.
C) Then there are parents who take their kid by the hands and let the kid dangle their feet and touch the rug and then parent and child walk up the steps, step by step, together – and that parent then claps for their kid when then make it to the top of the stairs and the kid claps for their parents and for themselves because they have just climbed Mount Everest together.
D) Then there is the fourth type of parent. It all depends on how much time they have, how their kid is, if the steps are dangerous – and how their back feels today, and then sometimes they do A, and sometimes they do B, and sometimes they do C. They have discovered, life is an “It all depends!”
Steps!
PIANO
If you want to learn how to play the piano, you start with the do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do – 8 keys – 8 steps – but we only have 5 fingers, so the first step is learning how to make that do, re, mi, with these 3 fingers and then to learn to make the thumb cross over, and hit the fa key with the thumb – and use the next four fingers on the piano keys to get so, la, ti do – that last note with our pinkie finger.
Steps!
Sometimes you just follow the steps.
Sometimes life is tricky. Sometimes life is complicated – but to make music you got to learn the keys – black and white, the sharps and the flats – or if you take up the guitar, you have to learn the strings and the cords.
A CATHOLIC SCHOOL
School – St. Mary’s School – like any school – is all about learning the steps – learning words, reading, writing and arithmetic – the 3 R’s – but the second two words, writing and arithmetic, don’t begin with the letter “R”. School is learning little things like that – as well as big things – the things that really matter – not just marks – but how to interact, how to treat one another, how to deal with difficulties.
Catholic Schools – like St. Mary’s School – an opportunity to learn what Jesus taught one of the Pharisees as we heard about in the gospel you picked for your graduation Mass tonight: “The greatest commandment, the secret of life, the big learning is: to love the Lord our God with all our heart, all our soul, and all our mind and to love our neighbor as ourselves.”
Learn those two steps – practice those two steps – and blessed will be your life.
THE CROSS
Catholic Church – sitting in a big church like this – with this gigantic cross up here – can help us learn what life is all about:
A) Jesus is saying from the cross: “Greater love than this no one has than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”
B) Learning that the Cross is a gigantic STOP sign. Stop doing this to people. Stop hurting one another. Stop killing one another. Stop crucifying each other.
C) Jesus said from the cross: “Father forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.” To forgive those who wound us – or hurt us - is a very difficult thing – but if we learn how to do that, we have learned another great step in life – and we put an end to get backs.
D) The Cross is a Ladder. Climb the steps of the cross and learn who and what Christ is all about. Or take the steps in every Catholic Church – walk the14 stations of the cross – all of which leads to this big cross here behind us in this sanctuary.
Steps.
YOUTH AND IDEALISM
I remember hearing someone say that young people when they are around 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, and 16, they are at the highest point in their lives for idealism – for seeing possibilities with their lives. This is the time of their greatest dreams. Then reality can start to seep and step in. It happens. I would hope every school presents young people with big visions. I would hope classrooms don’t put kids asleep – but put them into deep dreams.
A BISHOP NAMED JIM
I remember being at a confirmation in the last parish I was in. This took place about 12 years ago. The bishop was preaching and he stepped down the steps of the sanctuary and stood right there in front of the young men and women sitting there who were about to make their confirmation – in the Catholic Church.
He talked about possible visions and dreams jobs for their future. The one that stood out for me – was his call for some kid there to become a great journalist – a great newspaper columnist – someone who challenge the country and the government – the world – to tackle big problems like poverty and immigration – and that the Catholic Church has great letters written by popes and bishops’ conferences on Labor Unions and Immigration and the Poor and the economy – as well as the ecology.
That was 12 years ago. Those kids are finished college by now. From time to time – I wonder if one kid there heard that – and went that way – step by step by step – and today he’s working for some newspaper or is on the editorial team for some News Station.
A PRIEST NAMED TOM
I worked for 8 ½ years with a priest named Tom and one day in some church he said out loud the story of his life. He said he was in church as a kid and he looked up and saw a priest saying Mass and preaching and baptizing and he said to himself, “I like that.” Another time he said to himself, “I could do that. I could become a priest.” Another day he said, “I want to do that.” Another time he said, “I’m deciding to do that!” Step by step he clarified the vision of what he wanted to do with his life – and he did it.
It took him 4 years of college, a year of novitiate, as well as 4 years of theology studies – and then he went on for a Ph.D. after that – besides being a priest he did studies and teaching in sociology – with special studies and awareness of people in the rust belt areas of the United States – where people are out of work and are stuck.
Hearing his story hit me because that was sort of like my story. A priest who was working in Brazil came into a classroom in our Catholic School when I was a kid and talked about his life and his work and asked us if any of us would like to be priests – and I raised my hand – and I have never taken it down. I studied Portuguese in the seminary – the language of Brazil – and every year in the steps of becoming a priest when they asked us what we wanted to do when we ordained – I wrote “Foreign missionary - Brazil.” It didn’t happen. I also took a vow of obedience to go where the Redemptorist wanted to put me.
You have to dream. You have to grow. You have to learn about “yes” and “no”. And one has to learn how to deal with changes in plans.
Every time I say Mass and preach I hope some young person sitting there says, “I would like to be a priest when I grow up!”
Every time I’m at a moment like this, I would hope different young people will want to be teachers, nuns, and good parents like their parents.
When I was in the 8th grade – I want to stress 8th Grade – because that’s what you are just finishing – besides wanting to be a priest, I also wanted to be a writer. So I wrote and sometimes I would read out loud stuff I wrote – funny stuff – stream of consciousness type writing – to my classmates and they would laugh. I forgot that dream somewhere along the line – but found out after I became a priest, I could do that. I have 6 books and lots of magazine articles and lots of poems published. I’ve learned about rejection slips – one book was rejected by 10 publishers – but number 11 said, “Yes.”
I add that because life not only has moments like tonight – when someone is called to step forwards – life also has moments when we area rejected. In time to come as you date, expect rejection slips. In time to come, as you apply for jobs, expect rejection slips. When that happens one has to knock on other doors and go find a different staircase.
Step by step, word by word, page by page, chapter by chapter, a book or a poem or an article or a homily or a sermon is written.
I’m almost finished this talk on steps. I want to give one more example and then close with a favorite poem from Langston Hughes.
EXAMPLE: BOARDWALK
I once was working at a retreat house in New Jersey – right on the Atlantic Ocean – and this huge Nor easterner storm hit our place – and picked up our boardwalk and dumped it about 15 yards away on our lawn from where it was. It had pulled apart most of the boards.
About a week later I decided to rebuild the boardwalk on my own.
As I was building it – with all the loose planks lying on the lawn – I found myself saying as I nailed each board to the framework that was still there, “Board by board, the boardwalk is built.” It took me about 2 months, but I got it done. My sister in law saw it that Thanksgiving and dubbed it, “The Worlds Shortest Boardwalk.” On first instance that hurt, but as I reflected upon it, I was glad I built it, because it taught me one of life’s great lessons: Board by board, step by step, one’s life is built.”
I got changed from there and came back a year later. They had replaced my boardwalk with a bigger and better and longer one – and that hurt. Then I laughed. That’s life.
The secret is to keep going. So that’s my homily, my talk, my message for tonight on your graduation.
CONCLUSION
Now I want to close with a poem that says everything I said to tonight in 104 words. Now you tell me. It’s a poem by the Black poet, Langston Hughes. It’s the story of poor black woman climbing an apartment house stairs with her son and she’s giving him one of life’s greatest lessons: Keep climbing. Keep stepping. It’s called, “Mother to Son.”
MOTHER TO SON*
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks on it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
When there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down in the steps
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now --
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Notes:
*“Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes: © 1926 by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. and renewed 1954 by Langston Hughes. From Selected Poems by Langston Hughes
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
FORTUNE COOKIE
I didn’t care about the fortune cookie.
What I wanted was the message tucked inside.
Would it be my fortune? Would it be my luck?
Would it bring me a chuckle or a smile?
Or would it bring me an “Uh oh!”
Would I share it with the others?
I watched the other 5 all around the round table –
wondering when to make my move.
So much chatter – so much talk –
so many comments about the food.
My mind was so elsewhere.
What would be my message?
I slipped the fortune cookie to my lap –
to rip and remove the cellophane.
Then I crumbled the cookie in one hand.
With the other hand I took the tiny
paper message and cupped inside
a closed hand. Then I brought it up
and placed it on the edge of my plate,
making sure not to get soy sauce on it.
I was waiting, waiting, waiting
for the right moment to read my future –
to read my fortune. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
In the meanwhile, I took and tasted
the broken and tasteless cookie.
Just then the waitress, without warning,
came over my left shoulder and walked away
with my plate – with my fortune – with my future.
The old lady right across from me – must
have been watching me the whole time – said,
“Here take my fortune cookie. See what it says.
Maybe you’ll have better luck with this one.”
I said, “Oh no – no thanks. You read your’s.”
Then the thought: “Is this my fortune –
is this my luck – is this my lot in life,
to have someone walk away with my future –
when I only have so little left on my plate
and then be handed someone else’s fortune?”
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2011
A MAN ON A MISSION
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily for this 7th Tuesday after Easter is, “A Man On A Mission.”
That’s the theme that hit me when I noticed a line in today’s first reading. I never noticed it before.
The first reading begins with Paul in Miletus. He had left Ephesus and traveled there by ship. Then he sent for the presbyters of the Church at Ephesus and said to them what he was trying to do. He said that he didn’t shrink from doing his job of preaching and witnessing. Then he finishes his comments with these words: “But now, compelled by the Spirit, I am going to Jerusalem.”
Acts had said about a minute earlier that he wanted to get to Jerusalem for the feast of Pentecost. [Cf. Acts of the Apostles 20: 16]
I use The Jerusalem Bible a lot – because I found that it has more cross references than any other translation of the Bible. We were taught that the original Bible texts didn’t have numbered chapters and verses. They only came later on. Scripture writers referred to other texts by using similar words and texts from other places in the Bible to show the listener a connection they wanted to make. The Jerusalem Bible points out lots of these connections.
So when I read this text in Acts 20:22, when Paul says he’s heading for Jerusalem, I realized it sounds so much like the text in Luke 9:51 – when Jesus changed his tune and said, “We’re heading for Jerusalem.” That was an “aha” – and Luke wrote both Acts and Luke.
Jesus went there to face his critics – even if it meant death.
Paul went there to face his critics – even if it meant death.
Both were men on a mission.
Surprise Acts 20:22 in The Jerusalem Bible doesn’t put “Luke 9:51” off to the side of the text. So the odds are: I’m wrong.
HOWEVER, THIS RAISED A QUESTION FOR ME
However, even if I’m wrong, it raised for me this question of being on a mission.
Looking at one’s life, do I remember any moments when I was on a mission – moments when nothing could stop me – moments when others said, “Get out of her way – or his way?”
I’ve heard wives say of husbands, “When he’s hungry, he’s a man on a mission. He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t say anything. He’s at his plate and he’s there to eat.”
So here’s some homework: What would be 5 or 10 moments in my life when I was on a mission?
I think that’s a good question. I think that’s good memory harvesting or homework.
The first moment that comes to mind for me was in the seminary when a professor failed me. He gave me a 69 and I was angry. He was being unfair in the questions he gave on the test. It was maybe one of the 3 or 4 times in my life I was angry. I stormed down the corridor in the seminary and went to his room. I knocked on his door and went in for a fight. I lost. Looking back I still think he was wrong. He’s dead. So now he knows he was dead wrong. Smile.
The second experience that put me on a mission was when I played for the Bay Ridge Robbins in baseball. Walter, the manager, put his younger brother in to play first base for every game, for every inning, for the whole season – except for one out. Except for that one out, I sat on the bench. I didn’t realize this till last night when I was putting together this homily, that experience gave me a lifetime mission. All my life I find myself at every game I watch on TV, thinking, coaches and managers ought to put players on the bench into the game – whenever possible. So I sit there thinking coaches and managers are stupid when they are ahead by 30 points or behind by 30 points or runs or what have you and they don’t put in substitutes.
Paul when he was Saul was on a mission to arrest and kill Christians. Saul when he became Paul was on a mission to proclaim Christ – or as he says in this first reading, “I did not shrink from proclaiming to you the entire plan of God.”
Obviously, Paul was one of those persons we’d label: someone who was a mover and a shaker and everyone knew when he came into a room or city.
NOW
Now, where do I go with this? What can I learn from all this? What observations can I make about all this?
This is a weekday homily – and I aim for 2 pages – 14 pica – 3 minutes – and right now I’m on page 3. People have to get to work.
A FEW CONCLUSIONS
A person should be aware of his or her passions – drives – when he or she is on a mission.
A person should step back and do a reality check on one’s missions and “off on’s”. Have I checked it out with anyone? Maybe I’m barking at the wrong tree. Maybe I’m hurting others with my behavior or mannerism.
As I thought about all this, I realize that religion is one of those areas where people can really be on a mission. If we don’t like what they are off on, they are the ones we whisper about and run from.
I know of a father who demands book reports from his two daughters and 1 son all summer – as well as being on their case big time all year long with regards hitting the books. Everyone who knows him – especially his wife – talk about his unreasonableness at times.
Looking at this from reverse, maybe there are some things I ought to be on a mission with.
Do I give up or give in too quickly?
Have I gotten lazy or lackadaisical – especially regards my discoveries what God is calling me to do with my time and talents and life?
Have I given up on my passions and dreams?
What’s my Jerusalem – that place, that state, that situation where God is calling me to set my sails for?
Monday, June 6, 2011
PICK ONE
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily for this 7th Monday after Easter is, “Pick One!”
Right now it’s 12:15 lunch time and people are standing on line at McDonald’s, Burger King, Subway and Wendy’s. The menu is up there on the wall above the front counter and cash registers. They have pictures and numbers for the pickings and the possibilities. People are inwardly thinking of the people in front of them at the counter: “Pick One! Pick a number. Get moving. This is a fast food line. I gotta get back to work. Hurry!”
The title of my homily is, “Pick One!”
PENTECOST
Next Sunday is Pentecost. The old tradition is to prepare for Pentecost this week by praying to the Holy Spirit during these 9 days leading up to the great feast of Pentecost. Pray to the Holy Spirit for the gifts of the Holy Spirit.
In the scriptures and in our catechisms there are lists – numbers of gifts of the Holy Spirit. For example, 7. There are fruits of the Holy Spirit, for example 12.
My suggestion: Pick One – just one!
Pray for one gift of the Spirit – pick one fruit off the tree of the Spirit and pray for it.
Do you need patience, pray for it? Do you need courage? Pray for it. Do you need fortitude? Pray for it.
What do you need?
THE JESUIT METHOD
The Jesuit method is to name the grace you want. Be specific. Be clear. Then ask in prayer with the hope that you will receive. Knock on God’s door and it will be opened to you.
The Church has been around for the long time, so we have the gifts of lists of gifts to pray for.
The tradition 7 gifts of the Holy Spirit which can be found in Isaiah 11: 1-2 are, wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety and fear of the Lord. [Cf. Catechism of the Catholic Church, #1831.
The 12 fruits of the Holy Spirit can be found in Galatians 5: 22-23: “charity, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, generosity, gentleness, faithfulness, modesty, self-control, chastity.” That’s how are listed in the Catechism of the Catholic Church # 1832 – from one translation of that text from Paul.
Everyone who has taught CCD or religion to kids – especially in preparation for Confirmation are very grateful for such lists.
I’m suggesting here, “Pick One!”
UNDERSTANDING
The one I pick is understanding.
That’s the one gift I’d love to have more of – understanding others.
I love the story of Solomon in First Kings, Chapter 3. He has a dream and God says to him, “Ask what you would like from me and I will give it to you?”
And Solomon asks for an understanding heart. [Verse 3:9] He figures that’s the key gift he’ll need as leader and king of his people.
And God says, “Because you didn’t ask for a long life or riches or the lives of your enemies, I will give you a wise heart – as well as riches – and glory as no other king ever had.
Well, we’ve all heard of the wisdom of Solomon. That’s the background story for his wisdom. Check it out.
Pick understanding.
I don’t know about you, but I scratch my head when it comes to trying to understand what makes others tick – why they do what they do.
We’ve all heard a dozen times the quote from Atticus Finch in the movie, To Kill a Mockingbird, where Atticus says to Scout, “If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
It’s the same message as the Native American sayings, “Never criticize a person until you’ve walked a mile in their moccasins.” Or there is also the similar saying, “Don’t judge anyone till you’ve walked two moons in their moccasins.”
I like to add that Jesus walked many miles in our sins.
I also like the saying in the Talmud, “Teach thy tongue to say, ‘I do not know.’”
I don’t know. I don’t understand. I misunderstand others. I haven’t walked in their steps. Their story is different than my story. I don’t understand their sins – so why do I want to throw rocks at times?
The first step is to listen – to observe – to watch.
The next step or a simultaneous step is to pray for the gift of understanding.
CONCLUSION
The title of my homily is, “Pick One!”
During this time of preparation and prayer for the feast of Pentecost, pick one gift of the Spirit that you need.
Pray for it – then work receiving it and putting it into practice and action. Amen.
D-DAY
Quote for Today - June 6, 2011
"People of Western Europe: A landing was made this morning on the coast of France by troops of he Allied Expeditionary Force. This landing is part of the concerted United Nations plan for the liberation of Europe, made in conjunction with our great Russian allies ... I call upon all who love freedom to stand with us now. Together we shall achieve victory."
Dwight David Eisenhower [1890-1969], Broadcast on D-Day - June 6, 1944
Sunday, June 5, 2011
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily for this feast of the Ascension is, “Upgrade!”
I was talking with someone the other day and they used the word, “upgrade” – in the context of having to make a decision whether to move towards getting a bigger house.
I don’t remember ever using the word “upgrade” or thinking about it in any context. Then I thought: “I guess I’d use the word “better” or “bigger” or “newer”.
Then the feast of the Ascension comes along and I have to come up with a homily for it. Then came the question: “Could I use the word ‘upgrade’ when talking about the Ascension?
THE FEAST OF THE ASCENSION
I remember reading some 50 years ago or so that the Church and its theologians have to do a lot of work on the theology of the Ascension.
They didn’t use the word “upgrade” but I assume that’s what was being called for.
Every year when this feast of the Ascension comes around, I remember that comment. Every year I remember with guilt I haven't updated myself on this message. It’s an interesting comment – being that the Church has been around for quite a while – heading towards being in existence for 2000 years – in this 21st century.
For starters we believe that God sent his Son into this world, into our lives, so that we could rise to a better way of doing life in this life – ascending to more faith, more hope, more charity.
Next we believe that Jesus Christ was crucified, died, rose from the dead and then appeared in mysterious ways right after his resurrection, and then 40 days later, ascended into heaven – with the promise of a life after this life for us.
But before Jesus ascended into heaven, he told his disciples to go into the whole world and make disciples of everyone. Jesus said he’d be with us all days – even to the end of the age as we heard in today's gospel. He also said he would send us the Holy Spirit as we heard loud and clear in today's first reading – to help us in this life – and then help lead us to the next life.
HERE AND HEREAFTER
For the sake of understanding, go figuring, and grasping these big leaps, I would assume that we would think about two states when reflecting on religion and life: the here and the hereafter.
People know there is a here and some believe in a hereafter as well; others just accept there is a here and now – and that’s all there is.
Some people think about one more than the other.
Is it a question of age? The younger think about future life – but here on earth; the ancients among us think about future life – our declining years here and some make jokes about the Golden Years not being so Golden and then there are thoughts about life on the other side of death. Is there a next life?
Is it a question of upbringing and / or faith?
Is it a question of attitude and outlook – optimists and pessimists?
Is it a question of experiences? Translation: if a person has seen a lot of death going on all around him or her, would they be more apt to think a lot about the hereafter more than the here? What’s going on in the minds of those in Syria or Libya or Afghanistan – with the possibility of death around the corner? What’s going on in the minds of those in nursing homes or those who work in funeral homes? What’s going on in the minds of those on treadmills in gyms? What’s going on in the minds of joggers when someone mentions someone age 47 died while running just last week – and his doctor just gave him a good bill of health?
UPGRADE
I was thinking: do we need an upgrade on our thinking about all this?
Can we ascend to a new level?
I have three master’s degrees in theology, but I don’t consider myself a theologian. In fact, there is a big meeting of the largest professional group of Catholic theologians in the world – the CTSA – the Catholic Theological Society of America – meeting at Fairmont Hotel in San Jose, California – this week – June 9 to the 12th. It’s their 66th Annual Meeting and I wasn’t invited. No problem: I’m not a theologian – nor did I pay any dues. But I will check the Catholic papers and magazines to see what happened at the convention.
The theme this year is, “All The Saints.” And one presentation is entitled, “I Want to Be in That Number: Desire, Inclusivity, and the Church” by Paul Lakeland of Fairfield University. Connecticut.
That’s a obvious reference to the song, “I Want to Be in Their Number – when the Saints come marching in” – a song which however, refers to the hereafter – and it looks like the talk will be on the here and now Church – but I don’t know. I haven’t heard or read the talk.
Looking at the titles of the talks and presentations – the arena seems to be more the here than the hereafter.
So if I want to do an upgrade on thoughts about the hereafter, I’d have to look elsewhere - other than attending a convention - even though I've found conventions and conferences great ways for updating or upgrading oneself. There I used the word.
PREPARATION FOR DEATH
Redemtorists were known for bringing up the question of death - and the hereafter - in their preaching - especially in parish missiions.
We priests here at St. Mary’s are Redemptorists. Our founder wrote over 100 books and one book is entitled, “Preparation for Death.” It has been found on the bedroom lamp table and desks of lots of people – for example, Kierkegaard – the famous Danish theologian – and existentialist philosopher – 1813-1855 – author of such books as Fear and Trembling and The Concept of Anxiety.
I believe St. Alphonsus wrote it after 60. I’ll have to check that out – when I have time.
Would most readers of his book with that title of Preparation for Death be over 60?
I always love the story about W.C. Fields. Someone spotted him paging through a Bible – when he was up there in age – and they said, “W.C. I didn’t know you were a Bible reader.” He answered, “I’m not, but I’m just looking for loopholes – just looking for loopholes.”
Two Redemptorist priests, who were brothers, Maurice and Louis Beque, wrote a whole book on the Last Things. It was entitled, Life after Death. It was written for the Twentieth Century Encyclopedia of Catholicism –1960 - Hawthorn Books. I read it when I was young and don’t remember a sentence or a thought from it – other than it had lots of examples from literature.
Another Redemptorist, Father Francis Xavier Durwell, wrote a classic book on The Resurrection – which came out in around 1960. It had a big impact on theology in the Western Catholic Church. Unlike the Eastern Churches, it seems that Easter was downplayed and Good Friday was up played. Obviously, it’s both – and then some.
Being 71, in my lifetime, I saw the dramatic changes in the end of Holy Week. As kids we celebrated Easter on Easter Sunday. There were flowers and Easter Bonnets and Easter candy - especially chocolate bunnies. However, the Easter celebration had creeped forward into Saturday morning, etc. – so with the changes in the Liturgy with Vatican II, it was moved to the Easter Vigil on Holy Saturday evening as well as Easter Sunday morning.
Getting long winded here – with too many sidebars.... I’m just trying to pull together some thoughts and questions in my mind for a homily on this feast of the Ascension – and to be honest, this sounds very impractical to me. I just hope there are some minds here that like some informational questions – and they will pursue them.
The bottom line question for this line of thought would be: Where are you? Do you tend to think about the here and now or do you think about death and the hereafter? In the meanwhile, how about a convention of our best theologians considering the theological implications of the Ascension?
CONCLUSION
So in the meanwhile, thinking about the theme of “Upgrade” – where am I with the here and hereafter questions: “What about my life?” and “What about my death?” "Do I need to do some upgrading in prayer and reflection on both?"
Thinking about the here and now, am I also into “upgrade” of things? Do I tend to want the latest everything. Of course this helps the economy. How about an “upgrade” in the quality of my everyday life – how I work, how I relate to family, how I am a Christian in everyday life?
Thinking about the hereafter, do I need an “Upgrade” – with regards thoughts and prayers about eternity? What’s the next step, the next ascension, for me? Is there anything recommended to read?
I don't have a specific book to recommend when it comes the theology of the ascension. I do see a need for me to do some homework upgrade on this,
In the meanwhile, I would suggest reading and reflecting upon the great hereafter texts of the Bible – especially the scary ones: the scary stories of Dives and Lazarus in Luke 16 and the last judgment in Matthew 25 – the separation of the sheep and the goats – as well as the story of the Good Samaritan in Luke 10. They will scare us into awareness of those in need and action to help them.
If you feel really guilty when it comes to not helping others and time is running out, read Luke 15 in case you feel the need for hope and forgiveness. That chapter has 3 parables there of the Lost Coin, Lost Sheep and Lost Son – all of whom are rescued.
Now that was a big upgrade. Amen.
One Sunday morning while driving somewhere I was listening to some minister talking about people making their wills – what they are leaving to this person and that person, but does anyone write out their legacy. Who they were? What they learned? What they were trying to do? What they wanted to pass down? What they hope for after they die – in their lives and the ones they have left behind?
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