Saturday, February 15, 2020

February 15, 2020



WHERE  DID  THIS  JESUS 
GET HIS  KNOWLEDGE? 

Where Jesus learned: at home, in the 
carpenter shop, in the temple or synagogues,
in fields, mountains, and deserted places,
looking at flowers, children, the birds
of the air, how merchants measured
flour and meal in the  marketplaces.
He liked being with  crowds, as well as
sailing on the sea of Galilee – whether
calm or in storms. He watched  
fishermen coming ashore with
empty nets. He sensed the difficulty
in being  blind,  lame and hurting.
He could feel those who reached out
to just touch the tassel of his cloak.
He took time to pray in gardens.
He looked  at grapes in vineyards
as well as wheat in the fields.
He saw that people loved bread and
wine, good stories like lost brothers
or coins or sheep being found.
He washed feet and allowed
women to wash his feet in turn.
No wonder he said, “The Kingdom
of God is here. It’s in our midst."
No wonder they said, "Where did
this man get all this wisdom?"



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020


February  15,  2020 



Thought  for  Today 

“Bringing the  gifts  that  my  ancestors gave, I am the dream  and the hope of the slave.  I rise. I rise. I rise.” 

Maya Angelou

Friday, February 14, 2020

February 14, 2020



THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER 
OF FIRST CORINTHIANS 
REVISITED 23 YEARS AND 32 DAYS 
AFTER THE WEDDING CEREMONY 


Love is called for
when there is anger,
impatience or  jealousy.

Love is called for
when the other is boasting,
rude or selfish.

Love is called for
when the other is offensive
or resentful or loves it when the other fails.

Love is called for
when the other will no longer
excuse, trust, hope or be willing to  endure.

Love is called for
when we have forgotten to use 
the gift of the languages of love.

Love is called for
when we are still childish and
we still argue and are angry like kids.

Love is called for
when we’re looking in the mirror
instead of looking into each other face to face.

Love is called for
when we forget the 3 things that last
faith, hope and love, the greatest being love.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020



February  14,  2020


Thought  for  Today



"One of the hardest  things  in  life is having words in your  heart that you can’t utter.” 

James Earl Jones

Thursday, February 13, 2020

February 13, 2020



UNDERNEATH


There at two ways of doing this –
that is - finding out what’s beneath
this green grass called our backyard.

A good steel shovel or spade
with a sharp metal tip or one
of those gadget metal detectors.

I’d start with the metal detector
and then start digging – cutting into
the grass and then the  brown earth.

Or be the poet and see families for
the past 200 years – enjoying picnics,
parties, games on this back lawn.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

February 13, 2020




Quote for today:

“The battles that count  aren’t the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us — that’s where it’s at.” 


Jesse Owens

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

February 12, 2020


INNER VOICES


At times I’ve been tempted to collect your mistakes,
to write them down in a book, listing time, date, place, 
the things you said, or did to me that hurt - really hurt.

Then months later when a border war or skirmish
between us erupts, I can pull out my list of your
mistakes and splash them in your face, like acid.

Wait. I can’t do that. We’re Christians. We’re
humans. I don’t want to do  that.  I choose not
to hold onto all  the stupid things you do.

Yet! But! Wait!  A hesitation appears. If or when
you pick out something I’ve done wrong, a mistake,
I'll  have no book or words  to throw at you.

Yet! But! Wait! Come to think about it – there is
a benefit for me in not keeping such a diary ….
My space would begin to stink with smelly thoughts.

So, I guess, love for you is really love for me too.
Good thing someone took the time to write down
the words of Jesus - on why to love one's enemies.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

February 12, 2020




Thought   for  Today

“I can accept failure. Everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.” 

Michael Jordan

Tuesday, February 11, 2020



PEGGY

Everyone should have a sister named “Peggy”.

Today – February 11th – would be her 82nd  birthday – but her deathday – got in the way of that – November 5, 2013.

She was a sister – doubly.

She was our sister – Peggy – to Billy, Mary and myself.

She was Sister Saint Monica as an Immaculate Heart of Mary nun – to so many sisters in that community of Sisters – centered in Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Nuns in her community were allowed some where back there – to go back to their original names.

Peggy stuck with Sister Saint Monica – maybe because she got the nickname of “Saint” at times – and/or because she liked the name, “Monica” – and she had a wonderful niece named Monica – the reason she picked Monica for her nun’s name.

Who wouldn’t like the name Sister Saint Monica?

I’m sure if she had a name – in being a nun – like Sister Mary Aligatious – she would have been back to Peggy on Day 1.

She was a servant – not just because Jesus calls us Christians to be servants – not just because that was part pf the title of the nun group she joined – but because it was her nature. 

A servant ….

[Here's Sister St. Monica with her first class: 69 darlings as she called them in St. Mary of the Mount, Pittsburgh]

As a result, she ended up serving in many places  in Pennsylvania: Williamsport, Pittsburgh, Dushore, Sugar Notch, Scranton,. She was also in Manhasset, L.I. NY, Wilmington, Delaware, Rocky Mount, North Carolina and Verona and Delran, New Jersey.



When stuck, when someone came down with a sickness, Peggy was a piece on the chess board who could easily be moved.

She loved Rocky Mount. North Carolina.  She got me – her brother the priest – to preach a parish mission – in her parish for a week. I could see how much the parish, the parents, and the kids in the school there loved her.

She loved her last job – getting old nuns in the Marywood Scranton area – jobs as tutors for kids of all ages.  It also got her a car that came with the job – not a new one – but a decent car.

She liked Harvey’s Bristol Cream – a party – making Irish Soda Bread – scale models of the tough strong bread with raisons and carraway seeds.

Mary – was always my favorite sister – and I used to love to say that to bust on Peggy – well Mary and I miss her this day.

We have to get up to her grave in Moscow, Pennsylvania, not too far from Scranton – again soon – but not when there is snow on the ground.

There’s more – this is just a little bit – about my sister Peggy – a Saint  - and such a neat person.

Thought I give a little shout out for her today her birthday.

Last night on Bull – Bull’s wife had a baby – and a doctor – a heart surgeon – whom Bull and his team helped in a trial – showed up at the hospital to thank Bull and see their new baby.  The doctor kissed the baby and said something like “The world is  much better today – because you are now on the planet.”

I felt that way about my sister Peggy.

I conclude with my opening comment:  everyone should have a sister named “Peggy”.

February 11,  2020



WRONG   DAY

Some days are wrong days.

There is no weather woman or man
on TV to tell us tomorrow is going
to be a wrong day. Sorry.

Some days are wrong days.

It could be the two comments
or misunderstandings that came
into work today with so and so.

Some days are wrong days.

Or it could have been the traffic –
a bridge between us was out –
or traffic just was not flowing all day.

Some days are wrong  days.

I noticed people were tapping
their fingers or scratching their
backs  today a bit more than usual.

Some days are wrong days.

The only consolation is that 
there was yesterday and we’ll find out
what tomorrow will be like tomorrow.

Some days are only a day away.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020


February  11, 2020



Thought  for  Today 

“A man without knowledge of himself and his heritage is like a tree without roots.”


Dick Gregory

Monday, February 10, 2020


PRAYING  IN  THE  DARK CLOUD


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 5th Monday in Ordinary Time  is, “Praying in the Dark Cloud.”

At the end of today’s first reading there is a sentence that grabbed me: “The Lord intends to dwell in the dark cloud….”

That seems quite intense – as well as intriguing – as well as interesting. 

It’s 1 Kings 8:12.

I looked up about a dozen translations of this text translated from the Hebrew “BAR ARA PEL”  and most have either “the dark cloud” or “the thick cloud.”

It triggered for me immediately, Saint John of the  Cross – as well as F. Scott’s Fitzgerald’s comment in an essay in The Crack-Up.

Quote: “In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.”

People have certainly experienced God – and screams for God – and the feelings of the absence of God – when there is horror happening – liquor being spilled – relationships or family is falling apart or being flimsy  and they can’t sleep at three o’clock in the morning – or three in the afternoon.

PRAYER THOUGHT

Solomon tells us in this text  from 1st Kings that he built a  princely house – a dwelling for the Lord – where The Lord can abide forever – but then once more his comment, “The Lord intends to dwell in the dark cloud.”

If we look at our life, we know we have experienced God in churches as well as in dark clouds.  We have experienced God in sunrises and sunsets – in the mountains or on or at the ocean – the desert or the maternity ward.

In the scriptures we have the prominence of clouds – as places where people experienced God. For example, In Exodus we have the pillar of fire and the cloud – leading Israel in the wilderness.

It’s good to sit on a porch on a rainy day – if there is roof overhead  - and watch the rain and the clouds and experience God.  It’s good to get a window seat on a plane – on a cloudy day – and look out the window as our plane breaks out of the clouds and all is light – if it’s daytime. Or it’s good to sit on a porch at night and look at the sky or the stars or both – and the red moon – like last night – and the silver moon – full or in slivers - other nights.

THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING

That comment in 1 Kings 8: 12 also triggered for me, thoughts about The Cloud of Unknowing – the book. This 14th century book is still around – and one can read it on line – and read commentaries on it. 

Tricky stuff – if it brings us to realize – we can never nail down God – even on a cross – or in words – or images.

The Hebrews gave us the 1st and 2nd commandments – as a warning not to have false images of God – and to think we know God – as God really is.

Life is getting glimpses of those we live with – but as they said of JFK, “Johnny We Hardly Knew You.”  Well, if that’s with each other, it’s a zillion zenith glimpses getting to know  God.

Yet in the meanwhile,  the clouds  lift at times and we get glimpses of the Son.

In the meanwhile, if you find yourself in the dark when it comes to God, count yourself in the company of Mother Teresa and every person – even the atheists – when they wonder and wrestle about God – especially when they are in a dark cloud.

Or like Saint Scholastica, whose feast is today, who wanted to talk to her twin brother on a long dark rainy night.


February 10,  2020






WINTER  RAIN

Not as nice as Spring or Summer rain,
but Winter rain has its blessings! Take them.
Beats snow if you’re traveling. Washes
your car and the roads, if you’re lazy.
Softens up the earth – soaks roots –
and satisfies thirsty trees and plants.
“Winter rain” – sounds like the name of an
Interesting novel or a short poem, but who
who has the time to write it – unless there is
winter rain on the other side of your window.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020







February 10,  2020




Thought  for  Today

“The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.” 

Maya Angelou

Sunday, February 9, 2020



SALTY  AND  LIGHTY

[From time to time, I like to write a story, to try to  capture the message of the gospel or one of the readings. So  today  I  wrote this short story – entitled SALTY and LIGHTY. It uses the theme of the gospel call to all of us to be salt and light.]


Once upon a time, there were two brothers: Wally and Willie. Twins ….

Wally liked his name when people called him “Wally” – but not when people called him “Walter” his baptismal name. Wally was a Wally – funny – sweet – always had  a smile - ever on his face.  Wally.

His twin brother Willie – preferred being called “Willie” and not William – his baptismal name -  but being 12  minutes older than his brother Wally – he seemed to be a bit more serious – than his brother Wally – but not that much – yet for reasons unknown – these things are mysterious -  people tended to call him the more formal name of William – but he preferred Willie.

They were only brothers – twins -  the delight of their mom and dad’s lives - Millie and Mike.

They went to the same grammar school, St. Ursula’s – the same high school – St. Christopher’s – and the same college – St. Anselm’s University.

Wally - after graduation with a business degree – went to work for K-Mart –  Wall-Mart wasn’t around yet. He did that and he did well – but his dream was to own his own business – and finally he spotted a Delicatessen for sale – the owner a Norwegian – who wanted to retire and move to Florida.

It worked. Wally’s Deli – was extremely successful.  People loved working for him. He made great subs – long before Subway. He knew people wanted the best cold cuts – Boar’s Head – and the best breads and spreads.  His Deli had a great catering service and put together at least through the years  10,000 after baptism parties, showers, Super Bowl parties, retirement parties, etc. etc. etc. parties.

Willie went a different route – going into the Marines – having gone into the ROTC program at St. Alselm’s University. He was in Vietnam – was wounded – but not that serious.  But seeing too many wounded warriors – he set his sights on becoming a psychologist –  in the military – and that is what he did with his life. Too many soldiers were in too many dark places.
After 20 plus years in the marines, Willie moved back to New Jersey – just a block away from Wally – when he retired.

The parish church they both went to needed ushers – so Willie signed up for the 10:30 Mass each Sunday – and he talked Wally into joining him.

A funny thing happened to All Saints Church – once these two guys – Wally and Wille - had really worked their way into the 10:30 Mass.

Attendance at that Mass went up – new customers – as well as switchers from the 8:30 and the 12:30 Masses.

It took a while for parishioners to notice this.  It took a while longer for the pastor – the one priest in this small New Jersey parish – to notice this subtle change.

Wally and Willie didn’t see it happening. They were too busy ushering.

But it was happening.

Hospitalty – the best wheel chair spots for those in wheel chairs and their attendants – humor – knowing names – and who goes with whom – all were secrets of the usher job description.

And the pastor realized it was Wally and Willie – the best ushers he ever had. People – without knowing it – felt much more at home at the 10:30 Sunday Mass. The pastor did as well.  For some reason his sermons were slightly more joyful, funny, hospitable, insightful at the 10:30.

One Sunday there – it was a game changer – it was a name changer. The gospel was from Matthew – from the Sermon on the Mount. It was about the moment Jesus told his disciples they are to be salt and light – to make a difference wherever they go – as salt does and as light does  – making subtle changes to food and to the room. Well,  the pastor was talking to Wally and Willie after Mass and blurted out: “Wally and Willie you guys are like salt and light around here. I’m going to call you Salty and Lighty.”

“Who’s who?” said, Wally to the Pastor.

“Wally, obviously, you’re Salty.”

Wally, Willie and the Pastor all laughed, but from that day forward, Salty and Lighty – were Salty and Lighty – much  more than Wally and Willie.

Now things change.

Salty and Lighty, Willie and Wally, both decided to go to Florida for the month of February – renting condo’s in the Port St. Lucie area – they both were losers – being Mets fans. Their wives had friends in that area as well.

Their kids – no twins – but 3 kids each – were long gone and married. So, a month away was a great winter recipe for both of them and their marriages.

Yes – wow did their parish back north in New Jersey miss Salty and Lighty  big time when they were gone – each February.

What people also slowly discovered – well not all -  you’d have to go to the local hospital – to possibly spot this - both gave two days every week – except February – to usher people – in wheel chairs and what have you up and around the hospital – as volunteers – wearing rich blue blazers.

And wow did they make a difference in the hospital those Monday’s and Tuesday’s – their 2 Volunteer days.

P.S.  When the pastor was retiring – the party being catered by Wally’s Son’s Deli – the pastor publicly  thanked Wally and Willie – Salty and Lighty -  as the best ushers he’s ever experienced. And they got a standing ovation – bigger than the Pastor got. And the pastor added: “If the diocese ever has an Ushers Hall of Fame for churches or the diocese – I’m putting your names in for the first ballot. Thank you Salty and Lighty.”

February  9,  2020

Reflection





RAIN

How do you paint rain?
How do you photograph rain?

If you’re an artist, you won’t
even ask the question

You’ll see cobblestones and umbrellas,
and lovers walking in the rain.



You’re in Paris dancing and singing in the rain
like Gene Kelly because nobody is watching.

I don't know about Noah, but you'll
be thanking God for rainy, rainy days.

 © Andy Costello, Reflections 2020


February  9,  2020



Thought  for Today

 ”I swear to the Lord I still can’t see why democracy means everybody but  me.” 

Langston Hughes