COMING AND GOING
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily for this 6th Tuesday in
the Easter Season is, “Coming and Going!”
These readings after Easter are filled with the human
reality of coming and going.
So what? That was my next thought as I said that. So what?
Paul is coming or going. Jesus is coming or going.
We come to church; we go from church. We come to work; we go
from work. We get into the car; we get out of the car. We go into the house; we
go out of the house. We take the first sip of chicken noodle soup; we take the
last lip of the chicken noodle soup.
Life moves on. Clocks tick forward. Calendars change their pages - month to month, year to year.
It hit me just yesterday: another school year is almost up -
there are graduations again - and then there’s another Summer Bible School coming
and on and on and on.
So what? Once more I
heard myself saying just that. Then a key question: are there any lessons to learn about all these comings and
all these goings?
BE IN THE
NOW
The lesson I came up with is not to become stale - not to
get stuck in feeling that life is the same old, same old, same old.
I was thinking: here we are at Mass - again this morning - and we’ll do this again tomorrow morning and we did it yesterday morning. How does one do the same old same old and make it new - fresh - actual?
I was thinking: here we are at Mass - again this morning - and we’ll do this again tomorrow morning and we did it yesterday morning. How does one do the same old same old and make it new - fresh - actual?
I have noticed in many sacristies a sign - right near the
door of the sacristy: “Priest of God celebrate
this Mass as if it is your first Mass, your last Mass, and your only Mass. ”
I read somewhere that that sign is in every sacristy of The Missionaries of Charity - Mother Teresa’s community.
I know when I read that sign I say Mass a bit more attentive
that day.
That tells me that attentiveness, awareness, pausing before doing, can help someone be more aware of what they are doing - even though they have done what they are about to do a thousand times.
That tells me that attentiveness, awareness, pausing before doing, can help someone be more aware of what they are doing - even though they have done what they are about to do a thousand times.
I learned from listening to a CD talk by the Vietnamese
Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh, not to eat a bag of potato chips - but to slowly
eat and savor every single potato chip in the bag. It’s the difference between stuffing and enjoying.
It’s the difference between eating with one’s fingers than eating fist full’s of potato chips. This
is easy to forget when the Orioles have based loaded and might be able to beat
the dreaded Yankees. That simple message
from Thich Nhat Hanh taught me to try to
eat all meals and snacks that way. It’s difficult, but it’s worth it. He calls
it mindfulness.
I learned from a Broadway Musical that some people are into the show and some people are just
going through the motions.
We’re not supposed to judge, but I’ve been at Masses where the priest simply seems to be going through the motions. I can fake it with the best of them - but I have to warn myself, this isn’t something you fake or be mechanical at. It’s real.
The Broadway musical where I learned this lesson was a revival of No, No Nanette. I went up toNew York and Broadway with the
staff we had at our retreat house in New
Jersey . The seats we got were horrible. They were off
to the side looking down into the orchestra pit.
Surprise! What I remembered more than the show was what I began noticing in the pit. One violinist had on his music stand, not the music, but the New York Post or theNew York Daily News. As everyone turned their pages, he kept on reading that paper.
Obviously he knew the score by heart. I've never forgotten that scene. I don't want to do life like that violinist.
CONCLUSION
We’re not supposed to judge, but I’ve been at Masses where the priest simply seems to be going through the motions. I can fake it with the best of them - but I have to warn myself, this isn’t something you fake or be mechanical at. It’s real.
The Broadway musical where I learned this lesson was a revival of No, No Nanette. I went up to
Surprise! What I remembered more than the show was what I began noticing in the pit. One violinist had on his music stand, not the music, but the New York Post or the
CONCLUSION
That scene got me
wondering: how do opera and country western singers do the same song the 500th
time?
Did Jesus tell the Prodigal Son story a second time in the next village? If he did, did he make it better? Did he change the happy ending of the father welcoming him home and with the twist that the older brother refused to forgive his younger brother?
How about those who flip hamburgers in Wendy’s or those who say “Hello” to customers in Giant when the 83 person comes to their register?
Does an “I love you” or a “Thank you” ever become mechanical?
How about the “Our Father” or “This is my body” - “This is my blood” at Mass - or “Peace!” or coming up the aisle for communion today and hearing “Body of Christ” and going back down the aisle having said, “Amen.” Will this Passover Meal be any different than every other Massover Meal?
Did Jesus tell the Prodigal Son story a second time in the next village? If he did, did he make it better? Did he change the happy ending of the father welcoming him home and with the twist that the older brother refused to forgive his younger brother?
How about those who flip hamburgers in Wendy’s or those who say “Hello” to customers in Giant when the 83 person comes to their register?
Does an “I love you” or a “Thank you” ever become mechanical?
How about the “Our Father” or “This is my body” - “This is my blood” at Mass - or “Peace!” or coming up the aisle for communion today and hearing “Body of Christ” and going back down the aisle having said, “Amen.” Will this Passover Meal be any different than every other Massover Meal?
1 comment:
But life is the same old, same old, same old. But I'm not. I change everyday. I see the same old smile every day, the same old frown, the same old nag, the same old clown. And I love every single one of them. I gives me the opportunity to look someone in the eye and say, with a real smile on my face, "You've done a good job with that." I get to try every same old day to make just one person laugh. That makes me fall asleep faster. I get to try every same old day to say you really did that well, you're good at what you do. That can really spread the waters of salvation. I get to say every same old day thank you for giving your time and talent to make this wonderful earth better. I just flat relish every same old day. It gives me a chance to catch up on what I missed yesterday. I will take as many same old days as I can get my hands on.
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