Saturday, November 9, 2019


SACRED,  SACRED, SACRED

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Sacred, Sacred, Sacred.”

I was  tempted to add, “Holy, Holy, Holy” - three words we say at the end of the Preface in every Mass.  But I’ll stick with “Sacred, Sacred, Sacred.”

We usually don’t say those three words - “Sacred, Sacred, Sacred” - as a prayer, but we do feel that sacred feeling from time to time - when we experience sacred space, place, things and people.

Today, November 9th, we celebrate a sacred place, a holy place, the church of St. John Lateran in Rome.

It’s the main cathedral church of Rome -  that space going back over 1000 years before St. Peter’s. It’s the place of 5 Ecumenical Councils - plus all kinds of other major church events.

If you’ve been to Rome I’m sure you went to the church of St. John Lateran, as well as St. Mary Major -  besides St. Peter’s.

WENDELL BERRY

I noticed a quote in the opening reflection for today’s feast in the loose-leaf lectionary that they use here at Holy Cross in Rumson.  We have the same loose leave Lectionary at San Alfonso.  Here’s the quote. It’s from Wendell Berry, “There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.”

That quote got me thinking.  First of all that quote seems to miss the in between - those spaces, places, situations and people that don’t grab us.

Next:  “desecrated places.”  I’ve seen and I’ve heard about places that have been desecrated: cemeteries messed up - tombstone’s overturned, swasticated graffiti inside churches or outside on the walls of synagogues.

A COUPLE OF ACTION APPLICATIONS CONCERNING THE SACRED

Here are a couple of action applications.

First - whenever you travel, drop into sacred places and pay respects or be inquisitive or nosey.  Catholic churches [for example, check out the quality of the stations of the cross];  Christian churches [like the tall  white wooden Congregational buildings in New England], Jewish synagogues [spot the tabernacles]; Quaker Meeting places [great wooden floors], Moslem [great rugs],  etc. etc. etc. Sit there and sometimes you might get angry like Jesus as we heard in today’s gospel - with the money changers or the noise or the unawareness of people visiting.  Say to Jesus: “Now  I get it.”

Second - make it a point to visit other sacred places like Civil War battlefields, the World Trade Center, or  any cemetery. Study the stones. Read the signage. Pray for the dead. Just pause at the sacredness of the place.

Third museums: see all the stuff under glass, check paintings and sculptures.  Find the most important works in the collection.

Fourth cookie lines: I’ve experienced getting cookies in parish halls - I’ve often  noticed 12 ladies standing there behind a table. They seem to be saying, “Pick my cookies!”  I like to watch the faces of the cookie makers, when their cookie is picked. What is the history, the story about a special cookie? Where did she get the recipe?  

Fifth: ask people about their  grandkids, etc. Pictures that were mainly in wallets are now to be seen on cellphones.  Then there are the other people in one’s life. What about them?  Do we see what Paul sees - mentioned in today’s  second reading - the people who  build up the body of Christ? Do we see all the people of the planet  as one - a sacred one - a sacred whole community.

CONCLUSION: ST.  JOHN’S DELPHOS, OHIO

On this feast of the Church of  St. John Lateran in Rome, let me close with a story about St. John’s Church in Delphos, Ohio.

The church needed renovation - updating - patch work.

I heard that the folks in the parish - even though there was money for updating in the bank - didn’t want pastors to “tinker” with their parish.

Well, a pastor came in who was able to pull it off.

I heard there were a lot of complaints - till the renovation was revealed.

Surprise!  Once folks saw their church renewed they brought relatives and friends, visitors and neighbors to see how beautiful - how sacred their sacred space was.

Sacred.  Sacred.  Sacred.

November 9, 2019


MOON  RISING

From time to time,
living on the edge
of the Atlantic, I get
to see a moon rise
from up out of the deep
waters - a ball of light.  

People surprise me -
like that at times  - when
up out of their depths,
I see something rising from
their down below - realizing
I was only on their edge.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019



November 9, 2019 

Thought for today: 



“The beginning  of  wisdom is to get you a roof.”  


West African Proverb

Friday, November 8, 2019

November 8,  2019



COLOR  CREEP 

Blue waters, black rock, tan sand,
brown dirt, green grass, red mornings ….
Then there are the flowers: yellow,
purple, pink, rose, white, orange ….
Then there are the fish and cattle,
monkeys, birds, cats and dogs ….
Colors, colors, colors everywhere ….
Then there is the creep of color in
everything around us: skin and stuff,
which sun, decay and time change ….
Best advice: laugh when it comes to
color because creep and crawl and 
change is happening before our eyes.
Or as Saint Lawrence the Deacon and
Martyr put it when being burnt to death,
"Turn me over I'm done on this side."



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


November 8, 2019 - 

Thought for today: 


“The real voyage  of  discovery is not in discovering new lands but in seeing with new eyes.”  


Marcel Proust

Thursday, November 7, 2019

November 7, 2019



TEARS

A Down Syndrome kid laughing 
and pulling his parents up the 
church steps on a Sunday morning …. 

A first time she ever sang in public 
song - sung by a cousin and we 
were all there clapping and crying ….

A soldier comes home and surprises  
his twin daughters during lunch at  
the local high school - total surprise!  

Our team was a 3 touchdown 
underdog - but this Friday evening 
our team won by 2 touchdowns ….


(c) Andy Costello,  Reflections 2019







November 7, 2019 

Thought for today:




“He  who  returns  from a journey is not the same as the one who left.”  

Chinese proverb.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

November 6, 2019



THE   SCENE  OF  A TV  CRIME

I see the detectives looking at
the mess in a scene of a crime.

Sometimes when I don’t do a
thing in my room for a while -
I think of it as the scene of a
crime or a mess of a mess.

At least that’s my latest excuse
for letting it go for 3 more weeks.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019

November 6, 2019

Thought for today:




“Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.”  


Elizabeth Drew

Tuesday, November 5, 2019


JUST  ONE


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 31 Tuesday in Ordinary Time is, “Just One.”

We know what that means.  Someone has a box of chocolates. They open up the box and show us a neat collection of  delicious looking babies. They offer us some candy, but they say, “Just one.”

POINTING TO TODAY’S READINGS

I’ve been preaching and/or looking at these readings for some fifty years now - and you probably have been doing the same somewhat - depending on your going to daily and Sunday Mass history.

I usually do what all of us preachers do - especially for week-day Masses: read the readings and then pick one - just one - one word, one theme, one, message, one thought or prayer or challenge for the day. Just one!

So the last bunch of years I have found myself looking for just one thing to chew on - when dealing with these scripture readings. I assume Father Gene, Father Denny and Father Jack have been doing something along the same lines, more or less - as their regular method of reading the readings and coming up with a short homily for the day.

I keep in mind two rules - try to say something that is helpful to the listeners as well as to try to be interesting - catchy.

A QUESTION

For today it hit me to ask a question.  The gospel talks about a man inviting  a bunch of people to come to his house for a dinner and basically they all refuse. They have their excuses.

The word “Invitation” hit me.

Thinking about that:   here’s an invitation. If you invited people into your house - and into your stuff and you said, “Okay, you can have one thing from my house. It’s yours. But just one!”

Wouldn’t that be an interesting invitation.  If you have time today, walk through your house.  Look at your stuff.  What would be that one thing people would take?  What would be the one thing you wouldn’t want people to take?  The obvious comment would be: “Well it all depends!”

Just one thing.  What would they take?”

I found that an interesting question - because it interests me - on what I have of value.

I just had to clean out my stuff after 17 years in Annapolis, Maryland. I have a lot of junk and a lot of stuff. I didn’t take it all.

The question got me thinking about what do I have in my room that is of valuable. As I thought about this last night, working on this homily, I realized it’s the same question - in a way - we did on 37 Kairos retreats with our high school kids.  Your house is on fire and other than pets and people, you can only rescue 3 things. What would you carry out of your house?

Every time, I found  that an interesting exercise.

CONCLUSION: SOME HOMILY HOMEWORK

When you get home today, try my invitation. Play my game. Accept my “Just One” exercise.

Walk around your house. Look at what you have. See what you have accumulated. It will tell you what is valuable and what your values are.

Pick out just one - just one - thing that is very valuable - and then spend time meditating and thinking about what that says about you and the person who gave you that gift.

It would make this even more interesting if you told each other your pick.

I have a small head of Christ that is made of red clay from the streets of Lititz,  Pennsylvania. It was made by Richard Fleckenstein.  It’s one of a kind. He is was a potter - and an artist.

I have a green stained glass shamrock from my good friend Jan Giumette. It’s a suncatcher that has fallen from my window a few times  - but it must be the luck of the Italian - because this Irish sign of luck - that I received from an Italian - has not broken - yet.



I have a  Leather Bible - that is my portable cemetery. It’s where I put my significant death cards - like my sister Peggy’s. She was a nun who died this day, Nov. 5th, 2013 - next to the death card of my aunt, my dad’s sister - also a nun  who died this day Nov. 5, 1966.

I did my homework - and came up with three things I might take.  Now I invite you to do your homework.


What’s in your house: pick just one thing?


November 5, 2019

DRIVING  ME 

Long drives alone,
long drives home,
four, five, six  hours,
sometimes on the road….

It seem to me
to be too much at times
and at other times, a
good time for the soul.

Time to think,
time to listen to the radio,
then to turn it off,
and  finally listen to myself.

“Where am I?”
“Why do I drive
the way I drive?”
The why’s  of me….

A yellow sports car
speeds by me,
only to see her speed by me
once again an hour later.

Why did she stop?
Where did she go?
Who is she? Who are
all these people on the road?

A dark bird picks away
at a splattered badger
dead right there - left lane -
never made the middle of the road.

A white wooden cross
Calvary on a highway ….
Who was that? Were
they going or coming home?


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


November 5, 2019


Thought for today: 

“We carry within us wonders we seek without us.”  


Sir Thomas Browne

Monday, November 4, 2019

November 4th,  2019


DREAMS,  IT  SEEMS

It  seems  some  dreams  are  so real - 
when they are happening - some 
so vivid - so crowded with emotions -
that they wake us up and we got
to get out of bed and get moving
or we sit on the edge of our bed
and say, “What was that all about?”

It seems some dreams - are foggy -
mainly the ones on the edge of
consciousness - like waking from
an afternoon nap and we don’t
know where we are or what time
it is - and we just lay there, and
also say, “What was that all about?”


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


November 4, 2019 

Thought for today: 

“It was a lovely sight, praise on high to God who made heaven and earth, and I fell thinking of all the happy days I had spent in view of those hills and recalled the words of my grandfather: Twenty years a-growing, twenty years in bloom, twenty years  a-stooping and twenty years declining. I looked down over the cliff where a seal was moaning softly.  I wonder, said I to myself, are the same thoughts troubling you?  Maybe you are mourning for your fair child which, the sea swell snatched from you out of your cave, or some such moan.” 


pp 201-202, in 
Twenty Years A-Growing 
by Maurice O’Sullivan

Sunday, November 3, 2019

November 3, 2019

AUTUMN AFTERNOON

Sometimes blessed are our trespasses ….
We step off the trail and walk willy-nilly -
I always wanted to use that phrase - we
walk some new - different steps into the
autumn woods - brisk air – enjoying the
sounds at my feet: the snap of small
branches, the shuffle and crunch of
hundreds and hundreds of tan brown
leaves. I spot bald head of a rock. I  stop.
I sit. I hear  the clawing, the scratching of
squirrels’ hands on tree bark. I hear the
chirp of  birds who might have forgotten
to head south for the winter. Are some
birds like me: procrastinators?  I stopped.
Everything stopped. I was in the right place.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019


November 3, 2019


Thought for today: 

“Bitter the  tears  that fall but more bitter the tears  that fall not.” 

Old Irish Saying, page 236 
in Twenty Years A-Growing 
by Maurice O’Sullivan