Sunday, September 24, 2017


MISTAKEN   IDENTITY

[I wrote a story - instead of a homily for this morning - because I have preached on this gospel  - lots of times - and the message is always - how we all yell to and at God down deep, “Not fair. Not fair.” I assume every sermon around the world this Sunday will be on that - fairness  and God - so I decided to see if I can get at these scripture questions by a story. So here goes: a story called, “Mistaken Identity.”]

Mistaken Identity….

This happened a long time ago.

It was a total accident - unplanned - not noticed - and life went on for these two baby boys. Both went home from the maternity ward at the hospital on the third day with the wrong mom and dad and families - but nobody knew it - till a long time afterwards.

A substitute nurse’s aide - was simply washing the babies around 4 P.M on the day after they were born - perfect births - no problems. 

Another nurse walked in - also a substitute -  and said, “I’m here. Your shift is up.”  Then she put the wrong white little t-shirt on the wrong kid as well as his identification tag, hat, blanket and what have you.

The next day they were both checked out of the hospital and got all the hugs and feedings and recognition a new born baby would get.

Through the years neither mom nor dad ever said, “I wonder if we took the wrong baby home when he was born.”

When things go funny with kids, parents at times have said that - but not with these two boys.

Jimmy  became one of 5 kids - the 4th brothers and then came the baby of the family, a sister, Molly.  Jason was an only child.

Jimmy’s family was mid-range poor; Jason’s family was mid-upper rich.

How much does being part of a big family effect who we are compared to being an only child?
How much does having new stuff - the best of stuff - effect who we become, compared to getting hand-me-downs.

Jason went to a private school - Catholic - and got a great education.

Jimmy did okay. He went to public school. One older brother, Mike, helped him with his math homework - every time.

Jimmy and Jason went to different high schools - and they actually played against each other once there - in a Friday night football game.
Jason’s dad was always on the road - but he did get to this one game.

That night Jimmy scored 3 touchdowns. He was a great wide receiver - fast - and had great hands. Jason played defensive back, but couldn’t keep up with Jimmy.

Jason’s father seeing Jimmy’s quick moves  - saw himself - back in his high school days - and he wished he had spent more time with Jason - practicing, practicing, practicing - like his dad had done with him. Maybe Jason has an inner wide receiver dying to get out.

Molly - once - seeing Jason getting out of his BMW - thought to herself. Lucky guy. His family must have money. Then the thought, “Wow he looks familiar.”

Jimmy’s family had their fun and they had their fights. They had their struggles and their successes.  Jimmy’s two older brothers got into the Naval Academy - and did very well.

Jason’s family was different. In fact, Jason was raised more by a nanny than by his parents. Dad was a vice president of a big company - and he was always on the road. Mom was the CEO of a small chain of perfume stores.

Oh they loved Jason and Jason never got into any problems - but he was often lonely and wondered at times, what it would be like to be in a big family.

Jokingly he said to himself: “When I get married, I hope we’ll be able to have lots of kids.”

Jimmy sometimes said the opposite. He was able to do fairly well in the local community college - but he wondered - if mom and dad had more dollars - he might have been able to get into a college down south - where he could pursue football - maybe - if he had  the opportunities.

Sometimes in the midst of all this, both Jason and Jimmy, would sometimes say in-loud to themselves, “Life is not fair.”

Someone said, “Teenagers say that 8 ½ times every day. It’s not fair.”   

Then they would add, “Nah, mom and dad are doing their best - and people in other places - have a lot more struggles than we do.”

At 27 years of age, one of Jason’s cousins asked him, if he or anyone in the family ever got their DNA tested?

Jason said, “Why? What? I heard about that. How does it work.”

“Well,” his cousin said, “In this one company all you do is send away for a kit - use your credit card - and you get this little tube you spit in. You send that away and 6 weeks later you get the results.”

Nobody - nobody asked the obvious. “Were there fingerprints?”

Jason’s dad said he heard about the DNA test from a guy at work, so he said, “Tell me when you get your results.”

6 weeks later - almost to the day - Jason found out that he was 92 percent Irish and 8 percent Iberian peninsula.

“That’s funny,” his mom said, “That’s really funny.  I always thought your dad and I were 100% Italian.”

His dad said the same thing.

It bothered his mom - and then his dad - enough - for them to get their DNA tested as well.

They called in, got their DNA kits in the mail, sent their spit, and surprise, 6 weeks later, back came the results.

“Uh oh!” Jason was definitely not their son.

They had to tell Jason - which was both a funny - but a nervous funny - moment as well as a big “Uh oh!” moment.

Jason’s dad - wasn’t a lawyer - but he was the type of guy who would dig into a situation like this big time.

Mom and dad made an appointment with an executive at the hospital - showed the results - and the hospital executive went, “Uh oh!” with his face.

They asked the hospital guy, “Has this ever happened before?”

“Not that I know of,” came the response. “But I heard it happening in Omaha, Nebraska once - or maybe it was Columbus, Ohio.”

Silence?

Then the executive said, “Do you want to pursue this any further?”  There can be possible big time and far reaching consequences on your son - and even on the your real son - if that happened?”

Silence.

The hospital executive continued, “We’re sorry - if there was a mix up - obviously. Why don’t you talk this over with your son - and explore the implications?”

They did.

They decided - to further explore - what might have happened - otherwise it might bug them for the rest of their lives.

Then dad said, “But what about someone else’s family - and some other kid -  if this is what happened - or what happened. Fair is fair.”

All three said, “Okay, let’s put this on pause. Let’s let this sit for a month.”

They did but it had begun to bug them.

So they went back to the hospital and asked if the hospital could do the research - any other boys born that day - on Jason’s birthday and go from there.

The hospital - fearing law suit - but also respecting the wishes of Jason’s family - said they would do an investigation.

They did. They narrowed the possible babies born that day - and that time - to four boys. They send two social workers to find these 3 other boys. They were very circumspect. This could be a bombshell of a newspaper story and give the hospital and this family - two families - unwanted notoriety. Two out of three were really shocked - made nervous - and only Jimmy was willing to go through the tests.

He was married at the time and had their first son: Jimmy Jr.

They were a match on both sides - and so yes - a mistake was made in the hospital - just after they were born.

Both fathers said, “What are we going to? We both love our sons.”

“Let’s get to know each other?

They became cookout friends and then better friends.

One day there, Jason’s father was looking at scraps from Jimmy’s high school days - and he spotted the newspaper clipping of  the night he saw Jimmy catch those 3 touchdowns as wide receiver.  Then looking around, he said to Jason’s father, “I sure wished Jimmy was my son that night - but don’t tell Jason that.”

In time both families had to deal with what happened. It was unique. Was it unfair? In the long run, both sets of parents were able to see the uniqueness of their situation. This would be a very, very rare occurrence. But many a family has that thought at times.

Through the years Jason and Jimmy would meet from time to time and compare notes - about comparisons - and what if’s - and even if this didn’t happen we would still have to deal with fairness questions, what if questions - and Jason said once there, “Wow, I have become blessed - no longer being an only child - but now a child in a family of five kids. Lucky me.”

At that Jimmy said, “Any time you want to get rid of your BMW, think of me Bro.

Saturday, September 23, 2017





FROM A FUNERAL PROGRAM

I spotted this on a program left in a bench from the funeral Mass here this morning for Edwin Wintermuth, IV at St. Mary's Annapolis, Maryland  His dates were October 8, 1933 till September 3, 2017. 



FROM LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA
BY GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ


If I knew today 
would be the last time I’d see you,
I would hug you tight and
pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul.
If I knew that this would be the last time 
you’d pass through this door;
I’d embrace you, kiss you 
and call you back for one more.
If I knew that this would be the last time 
I’d see you,
I’d tell you I love you and
would not just assume foolishly 
you know it already.
September 23, 2017





REFLECTIONS

Some views are better than other views,
so too reflections from where I live ....
Across the waters.... It doesn't get any better....
Sail boats waiting for the weekend.
A church steeple in my sky.
A light in my window. 
A bridge that leads me home
and water, water everywhere....
Amen.








Friday, September 22, 2017

September 22, 2017


SEASONS - DÉJÀ VU 

Winter: déjà vu, the snow
falls, the ground freezes,
the earth becomes sullen,
silent nights, slippery roads,
the inner longing for spring.

Spring: déjà vu,  the leaves
bud, becoming leaves,
becoming background, birds
find their way back to our
backyards, summer's coming.

Summer: déjà vu, watermelons
make their appearance along
with vacation, along with lawn
mowers, softball and Frisbee,
looking forward to cool of fall.

Autumn: déjà vu, leaves change,
leaves fall, the rustle of leaves,
giving hints of more changes
to come - Thanksgiving - frost -
decay - death at the edges of life.


 © Andy Costello, Reflections  2017



Thursday, September 21, 2017

Dear Brothers,

We are thankful to know that our confreres on Dominica and St. Croix are safe and sound after Hurricane Maria devastated those islands.  Now begins the hard task for our confreres in the Caribbean to not only rebuild our own rectories and places of worship but to work side by side with those trying to rebuild their homes and lives.   The ministry of our Caribbean brothers will indeed be long and tiring over the months to come.

I know donor fatigue may have already hit many of us with the recent Hurricanes Harvey & Irma as well as the earthquake in Mexico.  Hurricane Maria this week devastated Dominica, a beautiful island that I have been on in order to give several Redemptorist missions over the years and to attend various meetings there. 

Many of us have either ministered on Dominica or visited there in the past.  It is home to a number of Redemptortists who staff several parishes there as well as the retreat house in Eggleston.  Numerous Redemptorists come from the island and still have families living there. 

While the Redemptorists and the families of our Redemptorist confreres are safe there is much rebuilding that needs to be done.

Peter Hill asked me if we could set up a "go fund me" donation page and with Mary Weaver's help such a page now exists.  Those of us who are on social media (like FaceBook and Twitter) I ask that you share this site.  If you are not on social media, please email those you can with the link.  If you are a pastor, I ask that you get this link out to those in your parish via your parish bulletin or on your parish web site.

This is just the beginning of a long road to recovery and rebuilding for the people of Dominica and our confreres who minister on the island.  As a Province, we will have to continue to look at ways we can help the Redemptorists and the people of Dominica.  This is one immediate way we can help. 

Here is the "gofundme" page for Dominica:

From that link, there are buttons people can use to share on Facebook and Twitter.

When you share the link, it’s ideal if you can add a message to the post—something like this:

"Please help the #Redemptorists help the people of Dominica, whose homeland has been so devastated by #HurricaneMaria.  Your gift will allow us to bring emergency aid and to help people rebuild their lives.  Thank you for your goodness!"  (And of course, if a you are from or have ministered in Dominica or the Caribbean region, a personal note  to that effect would be great.)

Thank you for reading this email and helping any way you can.  May our Mother of Perpetual Help continue to watch over the beautiful people of Dominica.

In the Redeemer,
Paul Borowski, C.Ss.R.
_____________________________________
Provincial Superior
Redemptorists of the Baltimore Province
Office: 718-833-1668
Cell: 917-923-4841

"With Him is plentiful redemption." (Psalm 130: 7)




September 21, 2017

DISHWASHER

The dishes go in, come out,
are put away in the cabinet,
come off the shelf again, used to
serve us food over and over again.

Glasses and cups  too - same story -
serving us day after day, year after
year: table, sink, dishwasher and
then out again over and over again.

Each of us - enjoying meal after meal - 
at the family table - saying grace for 
our food - then washing dishes - well aware
that life is all about serving one another.


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017





Wednesday, September 20, 2017

September 20, 2017


WORDS

“I love you!”

Think about how those 3 words
can mean so different - depending
on the moment: wedding day,
50th anniversary, or after a death
or a divorce or what have you.


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017


Tuesday, September 19, 2017


EXPECTATIONS:
DON’T  FORGET  THE  ADJECTIVES

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 24 Tuesday in Ordinary Time is, “Expectations: Don’t Forget the Adjectives.”

Today’s first reading from the First Letter of St. Paul to Timothy has a whole list of expectations for bishops, deacons, and women. Check out 1 Timothy 3:1-13.

Presbyters aren’t mentioned.  Moreover, we’re dealing here with the Early Church as they are slowly getting organized. In the gospels we hear about Jesus' followers being called disciples and apostles - then other titles and positions evolved.

EXPECTATIONS FOR BISHOPS

Bishops are to be trustworthy, irreproachable, married only once, temperate, self-controlled, decent, hospitable, able to teach, not a drunkard, not aggressive, gentle, not contentious, not a lover of money. They need to be able to manage their own household and keep their kids under control. They are not to be a recent convert, nor conceited, but to have a good reputation among outsiders.

What qualifications would you have on your list?

Everyone has expectations about others.

Want to know what yours are for waitresses, other drivers, ushers, priests, spouses? Answer: simply jot down what you get angry about?

EXPECTATIONS FOR DEACONS

Dignified, not deceitful, not addicted to drink, not greedy, holds the faith, has a clear conscience. They are to only to be married once - as well as manage their own homes well.

EXPECTATIONS FOR WOMEN

Dignified, not slanderers, temperate, faithful in everything.

ADJECTIVES

When I used to run workshops for church leaders, parishes, organizations, we taught people to use adjectives.

For example some adjectives would be: realistic, unrealistic, stated, unstated, possible, impossible.

Name a role like leader or teacher or priest and then jot down expectations for them. For example: pastor. Next add your expectations you have of them.  Like: never mentions money. Is available 24/7/365.  Then put an adjective like unrealistic  or possible in front of that expectation. For example, looking at today’s gospel, “can raise the dead”. Write in front of that expectation: “impossible”.

We have two new priests here. When people hear that, immediately, expectations kick in. It’s the same when we get a new pastor, bishop, deacon, or who have you. It’s the same when your son or daughter wants you to meet someone they are interested in. 

Expectations are expected.

So put down expectations for each role or position and then put an adjective in front of that expectation.

In a really small organization  - or team - or council -  that has worked together a lot - you could even put down each member’s name and put expectations in front of each name - and then adjectives in front of each expectation. Warning: trust and understanding better be at a high level for such a process. 

OTHER FACTORS

Any of you who have taken the Myers-Briggs personality test know that if a person is highly organized, very neat, always on time, perfectly dressed, they are less apt to be imaginative or creative.  I can say that from experience, because I am a slob - and the adjective I’d put in front of slob would be, “typical”.

Everyone who makes someone bishop or pastor, knows two things: not everyone has all the gifts and secondly, you have to deal with the players on the team that you have.  The pool is only so deep and so wide and these are the only people in or around the pool.

Too many people play fantasy parish, priest, spouse, neighbor, church ….

Everyone wants superstars. Sorry there are not that many around.

Next there are scales: on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best, how is this candidate when it comes to running a parish or a meeting or teaching or preaching - or being social, listening, etc. etc. etc.?

Next comes my question: can people change? Can people learn? Can we come up with new ways of running the ship? Can we really tell another that they don’t have it and they need to improve - but can anyone change over 70, 60, 50, 40, 30?  Each of us has to ask: have I ever changed? Have I been basic me all my life?

If I have changed, mellowed, grown, how did that happen? What triggered it, etc., etc., etc.

Years ago I remember being in a parish near Rochester NY, where I noticed the pastor hired this wonderful guy who could do books, plow snow, solve maintenance problems, etc. etc. etc. This left the pastor to do personal stuff - like visiting the sick and the homebound - and work on his homilies.

LOOKING AHEAD

For the 8 ½ years before coming to Annapolis, I was in a different parish every week for about 20 to 25 weeks of the year. I saw a lot - and it gives me I think some experience in some of these expectation issues.  

My number one adjective - for many expectations - sorry to say - is “Unrealistic.”

And I think of myself as an optimist.

Pope Francis is calling on the church to have bishops who smell like sheep, get down there in the sweat and dirt of daily life - to be compassionate more than bosses. Those who want a church to slam and shame sinners, you’d get a disagreeable adjective from me.  Sorry ….

CONCLUSION

I’m a Luke 15 Catholic.

How’s that for a button or bumper sticker?

I’m a Luke 15 Catholic. 
September 19, 2017

Reflections



GOD PIVOTS

Pivot, pry, pinch, pull,
trying, to tow, tug, take
us to an understanding
that God is sneaky.
God wants in - but God
doesn’t want to freeze
our freedom. God simply -
like in any love affair -
wants us because we
want God. It’s as simple
as that - as basic as that -
like the fuzz  on a peach - 
like the red water of a
watermellon - with black pits.
Got that yet? On God ....



© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017

Monday, September 18, 2017

September 18, 2017


PAINT  COLORS

Would the blue and white and black
paintings  blush - when they saw how many
people paused at this painting compared
to the others in the room?  Some people,
some colors, some paintings,  give us 
pause and we praise this person and their accomplishments more than the others
in the room. And this can cause blush red or
green envy on other canvas faces in the room.
And I ask: "What have I done for you lately?"

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017

Sunday, September 17, 2017



Come on now, haven't we all felt that way at times?


“UH OH!  OH NO!”

[I heard this Sunday's gospel - Matthew 18: 11-35 - at yesterday's  4:30 PM Mass at St. John Neumann. After Mass Archbishop Lori blessed and dedicated the new field house. It hit me at the Mass - “When you preach tomorrow, don’t mess up or put a wet blanket on Jesus’ story about forgiveness.”

Then I said to myself, “Maybe no sermon at all would be best. But you’re expected to preach, so compromise by writing the same story in other words, so that everyone hears again Jesus’ message loud and clear.” 

So here’s Jesus’ story - in a 2017 version. I entitled my story, “Uh Oh. Oh No.” I love the words, “Uh oh!” because I used them once in a sermon and a little kid somewhere in the church yelled out - as an echo, “Uh oh!’ and it got a good laugh.]


UH OH!  OH NO!”

Jack was the head CPA for a chain of some 37 supermarkets.

His boss, Jim, spotted something wrong with the books - sort of by accident, sort of by intuition, sort of by instinct, sort of by experience.

He scratched his head one afternoon. He was by himself and he was looking at a spreadsheet on his computer and said, “Uh oh! Something’s wrong here.”

“Money’s missing.”

“These numbers don’t look right.”

They added up, but something was wrong.

It took Jim  2 1/2 months to figure it out. He figured out by the process of elimination that Jack - his chief accountant  - was the one who was stealing.

“Clever!” he thought. “Very clever.”

So one morning he asked Jack,  if they could meet over future planning.

Jack showed up. He had  no clue - that this moment was about to change his life.

Jim told Jack, “I noticed something’s funny with the books. They don’t add up.”

Jack thought to himself, “Uh oh! Oh no!”

[Silence.]

Jim was looking Jack right in the eye - and Jack nervously looked down.

“Jack, I figured out, it could only be you. We’re missing about $153,000 dollars. What happened?”

[Silence.]

Jack, rubbed his chin, scratched his Adam’s apple - pulling at it, and remained silent.

Jim repeated himself, “Jack, what happened?”

[Silence.]

“Are you and Alice having money problems? Is it gambling? Tuition? Mortgage? What?”

Jack started to cry. Jack started to crumble and mumble. Jack go up and walked over to the window. Jack was scratching the top of his head and rubbing his scalp with his nails very rigorously.

Jack  then sat down in a corner couch and said, “Jim, I’m sorry. I blew it.”

[Silence.]

“It was a whole series of things.”

“It started about a year and a half ago. Yeah it was tuition for starters. My two daughters wanted to go to college in out-of-state places. I was trying to be a good father - a good guy. ‘Wherever, I said ….’”

“Then it was my sister, she was stuck for money, and I gave her $5000.”

“Then it was credit card debt - about 10 credit cards - and I was the one who was so good with money.”

Jack began sobbing. Crying. Wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

“Jim, I’m sorry. Sorry. I betrayed you, us, the company.”

Jim remained silent and listened.

Jack said, “I don’t know what to say or do. Please, please, please. I can’t go to jail. I don’t know how I can repay you. In two years Alice and I can downsize and I can sell our house and I’ll try to pay you back slowly. I will. I will. Please.”

Jim came over to Jack and said, “Look. We have worked together for 17 years now. Let me see if I can help you get out of debt - so you can start again.

“I’ll forgive you everything - if you do me one favor. Let’s straighten out the books and you let me help you straighten out your money situation.”

Jack stopped sobbing and looked up at Jim’s face.

“What!  Why? You would do this for me?”

“Yeah,” said Jim. “When I first started working for this company I stole about $900 dollars. I needed money badly at the time.”

“I never got caught, but it has bothered me ever since.”

“In time I slowly put what I stole back into the till - little by little - or gave money to cashiers who I knew were low on cash.”

“But it has bothered me all my life.”

“What I want you to do is to let my forgiving you bother you for the rest of your life - especially when you see people not allowing other people to make mistakes.”

Then Jim said, “Jack I’m going out to one of our stores right now. Why don’t you just sit here for twenty minutes - and pull yourself together.”

Then Jim took out his wallet and took out $200 and said to Jack, “Here’s some money. Call Alice up and take her out for lunch. Enjoy.”

At Jack’s funeral, 27 years after that moment, his oldest daughter gave her dad’s eulogy. 

Amongst other things she said, “My dad was the most forgiving and understanding person I have ever known. He wasn’t always that way - especially when we were teenagers - but something happened that changed him - when we were in college - and wow. What a great guy to have as your dad.”


And Jim - sitting there - in church that morning wiped some tears from his eyes - but not the smile from his face.