Saturday, March 16, 2019

March 16, 2019


MOST  VALUABLE  PLAYER

M V P:  now that’s a very tricky award!
M V P:  now that could be very subjective.
M V P: now is that just for teachers or
athletes, or necessary people.

M V P: how about down syndrome folks?
M V P: how about the handicapped?
M V P: how about the blind, the deaf, and the lame?


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


 March     16, 2019 

Thought for today: 

“The  terrible  fluidity  of self-revelation.” 


Henry James [1843-1916], 
Ambassadors (1909 ed.) preface.

Friday, March 15, 2019

March  15,  2019



ST. CLEMENT HOFBAUER:
BAKER & BREAKER OF BREAD


INTRODUCTION

The title and the theme of my homily this morning is, “St. Clement Hofbauer: Baker and Breaker of Bread.”

As you know the Redemptorists were founded by St. Alphonsus Liguori.  Then there is our second founder: St. Clement Hofbauer – who got us rolling on the other side of the Alps.

There is a little known quote from the book of Lamentations that Alphonsus used to quote. I believe that it sums up his life, his vision, and his ministry.  “The little children go begging for bread; no one spares a scrap for them.” A vulgar modern translation could be: “The little children are begging for bread and nobody gives a crap about them.”

The Redemptorist is called to bring the bread of the word to the people of the world who are starving for the Bread of Life. But there is a nuance - a major nuance that is part of the Redemptorist tradition, lore and myth. It’s this. You just don’t give people loaves of bread. You first have to cut it up in smaller pieces so that they can eat it. You don’t just give them sermons, you simplify and cut them down so people can understand and digest what you are talking about. KISS. You don’t overdo it with too many points, too many big words, too many metaphors.

The call is to be good bakers, good preachers and then good cutters, good breakers of the word into small pieces, so the children of the world can be helped to eat it. 

Unless you be like little children, you shall not enter the kingdom of God.

ST. CLEMENT AND ST. ALPHONSUS: DIFFERENCES

St. Clement and St. Alphonsus were two totally different characters.

Alphonsus was from the upper crust of society and Clement from the lower crust. You see the top side of the bread, you don’t see the underside of the bread. Who sees the poor?

Alphonsus was a lawyer, who grew up hobnobbing with the rich and the powerful of society and ending up working with the poor and the powerless - who sometimes were outside society. Clement was a baker. He grew up as a poor kid, with little means for a school education and ended up being well known not just to the poor of Vienna, but also to some of the great intellectuals and high society of the city.

One was born in the capital city of Naples and moved out of it. One was born in a small town and ended up in the capital city of Vienna.

There could not be 2 more different men.

ST. CLEMENT AND ST. ALPHONSUS: SIMILARITIES

Yet there are some points that both of those saints had very much in common.

Both are the founders of our Congregation - one on each side of the Alps. Both of the them had struggle after struggle to get foundations and approval. Both of them never really lived to see the results of their work. As we heard in today’s first reading: 1 Cor. 3: 6-11, Paul said that he planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. Or it’s like a building, Paul said, I laid the foundation. Another is building upon it. But Christ is the corner stone. Neither of these men really saw the great growth that resulted from their lifetime of hard work. Each of these men are the ground on which we stand, the foundation of our congregation, the bottom line why we are here today.

However, besides these men being our founders, where I see a great similarity, is in the image of bread. Clement, as I said was a baker. Alphonsus was a lawyer who ended up having a great love affair with Jesus in the Bread of the Altar, the Bread of the Eucharist.

However, what I would like to stress today is the bread of the word.

Now by stressing this I am not implying that neither of them, nor us Redemptorists should not be concerned about the people on the planet who are starving  for actual bread - those with physical hunger. As human beings, as Christians, as Redemptorists, if we see our brother or sister starving for bread, we better feed them. “The little children go begging for bread; no one spares a scrap for them.” Clement fed his orphans at St. Benno’s in Warsaw and Alphonsus worked to get food for the people of Agatha of the Goths in the famine of 1763 - 1764 and Redemptorists ever since have been deeply concerned about helping those who are starving and poor.

But I am stressing that the end of our Institute, the purpose of our Congregation from the very beginning, as our first constitution puts it is to “follow the example of Jesus Christ, the Redeemer, by preaching the word of God to the poor, as he declared of himself: `He sent me to preach the Good News to the poor.’”

In today’s Gospel: Luke 10:1-9 we see Jesus appointing disciples and sending them 2 by 2, to work in teams. The harvest is plentiful,  the laborers are few. Jesus sent them forth to bring peace to others. If a son of peace is here, then your peace will rest on you, if not it returns to you. The Kingdom of God has come to you.

The stress then is on the Bread of the Word - Good News - Gospel - preaching. The stress is on giving people meaning in their lives, when they don’t have meaning. The stress is on prophetic preaching that will convert the hearts and minds of people so that there will more peace and justice in our world and less selfishness. The stress is on prophetic preaching against structures that cause poverty and prophetic preaching that in the meanwhile, since we always have the poor with us, we see those scrounging with the dogs for scraps at the garbage pails outside our houses.

Both Alphonsus and Clement saw a Europe in their times where people were starving for the word of God and a) preachers were not giving them that bread or b) if they were giving it, they were not breaking it up for them. Both saw that people need sermons that are down to earth, meat and potato stuff, bread not cake, stuff not fluff.

Our tradition then is not just to preach the word, the bread of the word, but to break it up into pieces so that people will understand it easily and no longer be starving.

CONCLUSION

Today, yes our world has a lot of people who are starving. Today, yes our world has a lot of food that could be used by those who are starving, but there is greed, laziness, use of food as weapons, poor distribution of food etc. Yes to all that.

But where our provinces work, I see that most people have the means to get physical food. What they lack is spiritual food: the bread of the word. The people are hungry for the Word of God. “The little children go begging for bread; no one spares a scrap for them.” "I was hungry and you gave me to eat."

The people we serve seem to me to have much of the world’s goods, but are also starving for meaning, prophecy, Good News, the Word made Flesh: Jesus.

The harvest is plentiful, the laborers are few. Jesus invites us to work in the field. Alphonsus and Clement said, yes. Do I?

AMEN COME LORD JESUS!

March 15, 2015

THE  PIER

The feel of wood on the soles of
my bare feet as I stand still here
on a pier - with the licking, lapping
sound of water just below....
I love being on a wooden pier.
What a great place for wood -
better than a casket but - but wouldn’t
it be nice if  wood in the forest
still growing - still alive - had a
say in their future: table, desk,
cradle, rocking chair, pier platform,
then again there is the horror
of a forest fire that wipes away
700 miles of woodland in a single day.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019 

March 15, 2019


Thought for today: 

“A child becomes an adult when he realizes he has a right  not only to be right but also to be wrong.” 


Thomas Szasz,  
The Second Sin (1973) 
Childhood”

Thursday, March 14, 2019


March     14, 2019 


Thought for today:

“If you can’t pray - at least  say  your  prayers.” 

Georges Bernanos [1888-1948]

March 14, 2019


BRICKS,  STONES



Who were the first
to build homes out
of bricks and stones?

Was it because they
decided that this was the
place to settle and to stay?

Was this the way we
became who we are:
home builders and city folk?

Did schools, temples,
stores, follow - and
culture became us?

But did the urge to move
on push folks to gather their stuff
and scatter to the four winds?


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

March 13,  2019


HELL, NO!

He told me
quite definitely,
“There is no
such place as hell.
I just can’t believe
in such a fairy tale.”

But he knew
and I knew
that there was
a marriage or a job 
or a future situation
that will be hell!


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019

March  13, 2019


Thought for today: 

“Le desir de la priere est deja une priere.”  

“The wish for prayer is a prayer in itself.” 


Georges Bernanos [1888-1948] 
Journal d’un cure de campagne 
[Diary of a Country priest, 1936] Chapter 2.

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

WORDS  LAST


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Tuesday in the First Week of Lent  is, “Words Last.”

Well, not all, but some - and we never know - which words and why some words - last.

e.e. cummings once wrote these words, “be of love a little more careful than anything.”

I read those words a long time ago - and for some reason - I remember them for this long time.

As I remember them I think about them.  Of course, life is  about loving one another as Jesus taught us. Moreover, be careful in how we are with and how we treat one another.

Last night because of Jesus and Isaiah’s words for today, I wondered  if we can jump from e.e. cummings words to also saying,  “be of words, a little more careful than anything.”

In fact, I sense that this switch in words has more grab for me than, “be of love a little more careful than anything”.

Words last - so we should be careful of them. Am I talking about positive - complimentary words - or negative words?

Maybe I’m thinking or wondering more about negative comments - hurting words - that rattle around in our brain and our memory and last for 50 - 60 - 70 years.

WORDS LAST

The title of this homily is, “Words  Last.”

The words we hear today from Isaiah 55:10-11 have been around - perhaps for 2500 years and they have a  wonderful shelf life.

Isaiah 55 says that God’s word is like seed  - planted in the field. In time they become flour and food - wheat and bread.

Like bread, we eat our words - and they become us. They educate us. They feed us.

As we say the words of the Our Father - which we hear in today’s gospel, we can also  pray, “Give us  each day our daily words - good - loving - life giving - like good bread - words."

We are what our parents said to us - our teachers said to us - our children’s books said to us.

Isn’t that how we learned our vocabulary. We listen, we hear each other. We read our books and  newspapers and magazines. We have our conversations?

We speak the language of our parents - and others.

My niece Jeannie married a guy named David - from Milan, Italy and I’ve heard that he didn’t speak till he was 4 - and out of his mouth came 4 languages all at once: Italian, English, Spanish and French. His dad was Italian, but taught Spanish. His mom was from England and they had a French Nanny.

Hopefully, we heard lots of, “I love you’s” in all kinds of languages from family and the relationships of our lives.

Hopefully those words like seed sank into us - grew - and they became us - and we became devoted servants.

LAST NIGHT

Last night we heard at our parish mission good words from Father Phil Dabney and Father Jim Wallace.

Some of their words were planted in our minds and hearts.

We heard and then saw poems by Jessica Powers and Mary Oliver - on the screen up here behind our altar.

Words Last.... 

I think about a moment I was walking along and my nephew around 30 says to me how much a letter I wrote to him when he was 16 - became part of his life.

I think of all the people we have talked to in our lives and how those thoughts and sentiments became us.

CONCLUSIONS

Obviously words become flesh.

Obviously, we need to say loving words, to others - who hear our words and they are moved.


Obviously, we need to say forgiving words, to others - who might be talking to themselves about something we did that they did not like or we hurt them.


March 12, 2019


TRANSUBSTANTIATION


Come on now, we’re all priests ….

We can change words - bread,
wine, potatoes, tomatoes,
pasta,  pies, ice cream cones,
rings and things - meals,
moments into sacred meals  -
as we are graced and filled with
a Holy Spirit - with God, filled
with Thanksgiving for each other.

Come on now, we’re all priests ….


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


March     12, 2019 


“L’enfer, madame, c’est de ne plus almer.” 

“Hell Madam, is to love no more.” 


Journal d’un cure de campagne 
[Diary of a Country priest, 1936]

Monday, March 11, 2019


BE   HOLY,
BUT  BE SPECIFIC

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Monday in the First Week of Lent  is, “Be Holy, But Be Specific.”

In the first paragraph of today’s first reading, the Lord says to Moses. “Speak to the whole assembly of the children of Israel and tell them, “Be Holy, for  I the Lord your God, am holy.” [Cf. Leviticus 19: 1-2, 11-18.]

HIGH SCHOOL - KAIROS RETREATS

In our high school Kairos Retreats there is a talk on holiness. One of the kids gives the talk and I’ve heard 35 of those talks.  Then there is a group discussion on holiness and the small groups are asked, to name someone whom they think is holy.

Names are named.  Grandparents, teachers, priests, Mother Teresa, the Pope, are mentioned.

Once, I even made someone’s list. Surprise. If they only knew. Remember what the radio show - that was before TV, “Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?  The Shadow knows.”

The Catholic Church has specific people who have been officially or traditionally named as holy, named as saints: Augustine, Francis, Thomas, Peter, Paul, Mother Elizabeth Seton, Mary, Monica - often names the kids heard about in confirmation preparation.  Some names come from their confirmation when they have to come up with a name of a saint as a patron.

TODAY’S READINGS

The title of my homily is, “Be Holy, But Be Specific.”

Today’s readings give specifics.

The first reading from the Book of Leviticus  give lots of specifics.  “Don’t steal. Don’t speak falsely. Don’t use God’s name in profanity. Don’t defraud. Don’t hold worker’s wages. Don’t curse the deaf. Don’t put stumbling blocks in front of the blind - as a joke. Don’t be dishonest in making judgments, Don’t judge. Don’t spread slander Don’t stand there silently when someone’s life is at stake. Don’t hate your brother, No revenge. No cherishing grudges. Then comes the Golden Rule:  Love your neighbor as yourself.

How’s that for specifics.

Then the gospel from Matthew 25: 31-46: gives some very specific things to do: Feed the hungry. Give the thirsty something to drink. Visit the sick. Visit those in prison. Welcome the stranger.



Now those are very specific.

CONCLUSION

So a message for today: Be Holy, But Be Specific.

Do specifics.

Do the do’s!

Don’t do the don’ts.


March     11, 2019 

Thought for today:

"A la recherché du temps perdu.” 

“In search of lost time.”  


Marcel Proust,  
Title of a novel (1913-27), 
translated by C. K Scott-Moncrieff 
and S. Hudson, 1922-31. as 
“Remembrance  of things past”.

March 11, 2019




LADDER

Resting or hanging on a wall 
in the garage - rarely noticed 
by people coming in and going 
out of the house through 
the garage - but like most  
people - needed at the right 
moment - in the right need....  
The rest of the time I’m here - 
with wallet or wisdom - or what  
have you - just reach for me. 


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019



Sunday, March 10, 2019

March 10, 2019


GLISTEN

Cobblestones on a rainy night,
glistening,  thanks to the street lights ….
Eyes in a church on a Saturday morning …
glistening ….  as I listened to the eulogy
for my dad - realizing he was much more
than I realized. He was bread, broken for me -
soft, struggling, baked - but never a cobblestone,
but now I know he’ll be a glistening tombstone
in a rainy cemetery - next to my mom - with sleek
green grass climbing up the edges of the stone.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


March  10, 2019 - 

Thought for today: 


Les vrais paradis sont les paradis qu’on a perdus.” 

“The true paradises are paradises we have  lost.” 


Marcel Proust [1871-1922] 
Le temps retrouve (Time Regained
1926, translated 1931, 
by S. Hudson, Chapter 3, p. 215.