NOTICING THE LITTLE GUY,

THE LITTLE GAL: THE ANAWIM

INTRODUCTION

Today’s first and third readings - for this 31 Sunday in Ordinary Time [C] - trigger the thought of noticing the little guy. So the title of my homily is, “Noticing the Little Guy, The Little Gal, the Anawim.”

This is a key theme in the Hebrew scriptures: Don’t forget the Anawim. A N A W I M: Aniwim. It’s the Hebrew word, for “The Little People.” The little people are God’s People.

This would be a good homily, if this week, everyone here noticed people we never noticed before - especially the little people - especially people we don’t think important – people we walk by every day.

This would be a great homily – if everyone here began to notice people we never noticed before – especially the unnoticed – for the rest of our lives.

This would make my day. It would also might make the day of the person we noticed.

FIRST READING

God notices all people. God is concerned with all people.

Today’s first reading presents a paradox. It’s from the book of Wisdom. The author begins: “Before the Lord the whole universe is as a grain from a balance – a weighing scale in the market place - or a drop of morning dew come down upon the earth.” [Look again at the picture at the top of this homily, then put your cursor on it and mouse click it once. See what you saw up closer.]

What an amazing notice! This universe is vast. We have no clue how far and how many universes there are out there – and how far it goes. Our universe doesn’t stop at our ceiling.

Spot a piece of dandruff on the shoulder of someone in front of you. The author is saying: “To God this vast endless looking universe is like that tiny, tiny speck of dandruff, skin, that softly dropped off someone’s scalp to someone’s shoulder.”

Then the author switches his thought and says: “Even though everything is so small to God, God sees all. God has fashioned all. God loves everything and everyone He has made. God is a lover of all souls” God notices all!

A FOOTBALL GAME

We’re at a football game. The place is packed. People are everywhere. Whom do we notice? Whom do we see?

Parents notice their kid or kids on the field or in the stands. The rest of us might be spotting a running back or quarterback or cheerleader – or wondering where the beer man is.

God is spotting everyone. We are all God’s children.

We see those we know – sometimes. We see crowds. God sees every individual person – those on the field, those in the stands, the person in an ambulance off to the side - or in the parking lot - reading a newspaper or listening to music because he or she doesn’t like football, but is there in case of an injury.

God notices the little guy, the little gal, the Anawim.

THE SCULLY FAMILY

I grew up on 62nd Street in Brooklyn, N.Y. We moved to that street because a man named Mr. Tim Scully told my dad about a house there. He had gotten my dad a job at Nabisco. I’ve heard several times that Mrs. Scully brought my mom to Victory Memorial Hospital for my birth. I don’t remember that. I also have heard a story that Mrs. Scully once checked my head after she heard I had fallen on my head in the basement - right onto a hard cement basement floor. My head was soft. She got me to the hospital.

So Mr. and Mrs. Scully were very much part of our growing up years.

We went to their house to watch TV - especially the ball games before we had TV. At Christmas time I remember they had a set of electric trains that went around their Christmas tree. We didn’t. We never did.

Well, one of their grandsons, Jack Scully, was All American football player at Notre Dame. He was a big guy. Notre Dame could have used him yesterday. He then started for the Atlanta Falcons for about 11 years. Well, whenever the Falcons played on television, I saw crowds in the stands, players on the field, lots of people with numbers – but I found myself always looking for Number 64. I noticed Jack Scully. I didn’t notice the guy who held the wires for the coach.

When God watches us everyday, God notices the little guy, the little gal, the Anawim. God sees everyone of us – especially the unnoticed by everyone else.

ART FINAN

A priest named Art Finan once gave a sermon at St. Michael’s Church in West End, N.J. His sermon was on today’s readings and every time I read these readings I remember what happened after that Mass – a Mass I wasn’t even at. I was having lunch with some people who went to that Mass and they were talking about the sermon that Father Art Finan had preached. He told them about the Anawim. I stole his sermon thought secondhand and you’re hearing it today. He said that the Anawim were like crumbs - the tiny crumbs that fall off our toast onto a kitchen counter or onto the floor. The Anawim are the crumbs – especially those on the floor. We step on them.

God doesn’t. God is concerned with them. He sent the prophets to tell people to be aware of the unnoticed – the rejected - the stepped on.

He sent his son to reach out to them. He sends us to be for them.

JOE ADAMEC

Two months ago a Redemptorist priest named Joe Adamec died in Boston. I followed him after he got off the job as novice master for our students. Many years before that I once found myself dropping into our parish of St. Mary’s in Buffalo, N.Y. on my way somewhere.

Then, I found out at supper, it was Joe’s last night at St. Mary’s Parish there – before he left for Wisconsin to be Novice Master.

After supper, Joe asked me, “Do you want to see the parish?” I said, “Good.” It was raining. It was night. But Joe still gave me a great tour of the parish.

The parish was in one of the toughest sections of Buffalo. Well, we walked down many streets and everyone seemed to know Joe. We went into a few bars and everyone said, “Hi Father Joe.” We went into this three story abandoned house. The roof had a big hole in it and I could see the night and the rain coming through. But I didn’t notice this guy living in a corner in some cardboard boxes. Joe knew he was there., “Hi Father Joe.”

9 years later I took Joe’s place as novice master and he went to our parish in Boston – that’s a small town in New England – that has people making lots of noise lately.

Years later, another priest, also named Father Joe, told me that he was covering two hospitals: one for Father Joe Adamec and the other for this other priest for two weeks – so they could go on vacation. This second Joe, Joe Krastel, told me that he goes to the first hospital, the one which Father Joe visited and it was the Haitian floor cleaners who kept asking, “Where’s Father Joe?”

Joe Krastel laughed, because when he covered the other hospital for this other priest, it was only the pretty nurses who kept asking where this other priest was.

Whom do we see? Whom do we notice?

MY DAD

I think of my dad. He had a fourth grade education. One of his wonderful traits was his profound respect for all people – especially the little guy. I remember vividly him talking about the different men he worked with at Nabisco – those running the high lo’s, those running the elevators, etc. He would always be talking about these fellow workers with a rich smile on his face - people at work who fascinated him. Looking back, I loved that quality in my dad. He noticed the little people.

TODAY’S GOSPEL

In today’s gospel, Jesus notices the Little Guy – Zacchaeus – up a tree and invites himself into Zacchaeus’ home. The town knew who Zacchaeus was – and they didn’t like him. As we read the Gospel of Luke – as well as the other gospels, we’re often surprised at the people Jesus noticed. It’s often people nobody else noticed.

As people read our gospel: the gospel according to Jane or Sarah or Evelyn or Larry or Bernie or Walter, or whatever our name is, who are the people they read that we notice?

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, “Noticing the Little Guy, the Little Gal: the Anawim.”

This week, let’s notice one another – especially the Little Ones.

Noticing is the step before loving one another. We have to notice each other first.

This week stop a few times before you take your next step. Notice who is around – who is surrounding you. Is there anyone you’re not noticing? Is there anyone you’re treating as a crumb – those whom you think are crummy – and invite them down off the tree or up from the floor and invite yourself into their life. Amen.

NOVEMBER 1st:

ALL SAINTS DAY.
WHAT A GREAT WAY
TO START A GREAT MONTH?

Today we celebrate All Saints. It’s a good feast. It’s like saying at a banquet, “We want to thank Joe and Charlie, Mary and Patricia, Jane and Tom. Better, we want to thank all of you here today and for all that you do for all of us around here - how you have been like so many wonderful people who have gone before us!”

All Saints Day is not a complicated concept.

Sometimes non-Catholics don’t get it with Catholics and Saints – especially with the Blessed Mother Mary. No, we don’t say Mary or the Saints are Gods. No, we don’t worship them. Yes, we pray to them for help when we want to sell our house, or to find lost ear rings, or when we feel like hopeless cases. Yes, there is probably some superstition and tongue in cheek aspects with regards the Catholic practice of honoring and recognizing saints. And we can laugh at ourselves about all this.

And for those who don’t accept that, on November 1st, we let it all hang out and celebrate all saints and all kinds of saints.

We celebrate the Saints we know: Claire and Francis, Augustine and Teresa, St. Vincent de Paul and St. Paul. But we also celebrate our patron saint: if we have been named after one. And we also celebrate the many saints who surround us – living saints – as well as those people who have gone before us who were good people – models, examples, people who cared, people who made sacrifices for us, people who tried to live the Beatitudes.

We pray: "Thank You God for all the wonderful people who have graced our lives – known and unknown – parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, neighbors."

So we don’t think it’s complicated.

All Saints Day is a day of gratitude to start off the month of November, a month of Thanksgiving.

Tomorrow, All Souls' Day, we’ll pray for our dead.

November is a good month for enriching our spiritual life – especially by reflecting on all kinds of people who are saints – saints with a small “s” - as well as Saints with a capital “S”.

Last night I looked up the Saints of November. It's the month of St. Martin de Porres and St. Martin of Tours, St. Charles Borremeo and St. Columban, St. Frances Xavier Cabrini and St. Margaret of Scotland, St. Andrew the Apostle and St. Andrew Avellino, St. Leo the Great and St. Albert the Great, St. Cecilia and St. Gertrude. It also has a Marian feast: The Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary on November 21st.

I like Halloween – because kids can dress up in all kinds of outfits and get sugar overloads. I also love it when Catholic churches and schools have kids dress up in Saints’ outfits - and parade through classrooms or down the main aisle of church.

Saints make sanctity real. Saints make the gospel visible. Saints help kids see holiness in a personal visual aide.

I got a call the other day from a lady about St. John Neumann. Her kid was writing a story about him as well as dress up as St. John Neumann for All Saints Day. Great. The tradition continues.

Here at St. John Neumann Church we celebrate a Saint who visited Annapolis at least two times. And he was supposed to be there for the dedication of St. Mary’s Church on January 15, 1860 – but died on January 5th. He had blessed the cornerstone in 1858.

So we’re blessed here at Annapolis that a Saint was in our presence – remembered by this church and symbolized by his statue in the courtyard outside the front doors here – as well as Blessed Francis Xavier Seelos' statue at St. Mary’s in the Marian Gardens.

So All Saints Day has lots of messages.

Conclusion: whatever message hits us – hits us – and I’m sure we all want to be part of that huge crowd we heard about in today's first reading from Revelation (7: 2-4, 9-14). As the old spiritual song goes – made famous by Louis Armstrong, “When the Saints come marching in, I want to be in their number.”

CONTRAST IS
A GREAT TEACHER

OPENING IMAGE

Everything always went right for Bob; everything always came easy. That is, till he had a stroke. And the stroke hit him and hit him hard. It was the first time he was ever in a hospital, that is, since his birth. His health was another one of those things he always bragged about, something he always prided himself in.

Well now, here he was in a hospital. Here he was in a room with someone else—someone “lower” than himself. Obviously, Joan, Bob’s wife, wanted him in a private room. They had the money. They had the insurance for the best health care in the world. However, the doctors stressed the value of sharing a room with someone else, “He’ll learn so much more by recovering with someone else.”

For the first few days Bob was hardly able to speak and hardly able to cope. His brain, his whole body, all was numb—dumb. All was moving in slow motion. He had lost control: he leaked; he drooled; he cried. His systems had let go. And as he lay there, he slowly began to realize that he too was going to have to learn to let go. That’s difficult when everything always worked the way they’re supposed to work.

Growing up, school came easy to him. Without cracking the books, without his parents or teachers having to crack the whip, he was always at the top of his class in grammar school, high school, and college.

Life came easy to him: a good job, a good family, a good neighborhood. Bob had the American Dream. Everything he did was a piece of cake and he got to eat it as well.

Contrast is a great teacher.

In the bed next to him was Jose. What a contrast! Jose: short, squat, bus driver, as well as a taxi cab driver on the side. Bob: tall, thin, business executive and Mercedes driver, golf and bridge player on the side.

Contrast is a great teacher.

Then there were their wives: Lourdes and Joan. Every afternoon around 2:00 o’clock in came Jose’s wife, Lourdes. She always wore her blue bloated down jacket and a beautiful smile. She waddled in with her shopping bags of stuff: everything from soup to rice and beans. Next came Joan, usually around 3:00. It’s a longer trip from suburbia. Sometimes, depending on where she was coming from, she would be wearing her soft white coat or her green suede jacket or her long tan overcoat.

Contrast is a great teacher.

Classes began. School started.

Two weeks later things had changed. Bob and Jose got to know each other—first by looks, then by waves, then by words. Both had major strokes, but luckily for both, the stroke was on their left side, so both were able to speak. In time all four—husbands and wives—talked—moving from small talk to healing talk. A stoke is a handicap and as in golf a handicap can be a great equalizer.

Physical therapy was aggressive. This was the doctors' and therapists' big stress: “We’re going to push and push hard. We have discovered that aggressive physical therapy as soon as possible after a stroke is the most important thing we can do for a stroke patient. The sooner the better. And we think our PT, Physical Therapy Department, and our OT, Occupational Therapy Department, are the best in the state.”

However, it was their kids who were the greatest teachers. Bob and Joan had 2 kids: both married, neither of whom had kids. Jose and Lourdes had their 8 kids and those 8 kids each seemed to have 6, 7 or 8 kids each. Sunday afternoons, when all showed up, chairs were out of the question. Bob and Jose’s room was as crowded as a tenement apartment. They had to move to the lounge—which both families soon took over. It was Bob and Joan’s first introduction to real Spanish food and Spanish culture and Spanish family life. “Mi casa, su casa” was the menu of the day. Soon all were laughing as they were eating Spanish food on paper plates with plastic knives and plastic forks that had come out of stained brown paper bags.

Contrast is a great teacher.

Then came the homework. As the weeks rolled on, it was at night that Bob began to do his homework. He gave himself poor grades as he compared his life to Jose’s.

Both men talked. Bob told Jose how lucky he was to have such beautiful children and grandchildren. He said how much he liked Miguel, Jose’s little 2 year old grandson. Jose added, “Isn’t he such a funny character?” Bob added, “Watching your family, I see how wrong I’ve been about people who live in the city and in apartment houses. I now see how important the things in life you can’t buy are: kisses, hugs, humor, laughter, children and grandchildren. Wow! When I walk out of this hospital, I’m going to be walking out a new person, Jose. Thanks. Oops. Muchas gracias.”

HOMILETIC REFLECTIONS

In today’s gospel we listened to one of Jesus’ great parables: the Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector. “Two men went up to the temple to pray: one was a Pharisee, the other a tax collector.”

In today’s gospel Jesus uses contrast. Contrast is a great teacher. And Jesus, the great teacher, is constantly trying to reach us and teach us by the use of contrasts, by the use of comparisons.

If contrasts and comparisons can get us to buy athletic shoes or diet food, why not use it to get us to change our attitudes?

Jesus aimed his parable at the Pharisee within each of us. Jesus throws this parable to us today to get us to think about how we view each other.

The Pharisee came into the temple not to praise God but to praise himself. The Pharisee came into the temple not only to put himself on a pedestal, but to put others in the basement. “I give you thanks, O God, that I am not like the rest of the people around here—grasping, crooked, adulterous—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week. I pay tithes on all I possess.”

The Tax Collector, the “sinner”, went to the temple to pray. When he walked into the presence of God, he realized by contrast his sinfulness. Contrast is a great teacher. He felt the vast difference between himself and God. He kept his distance and prayed, “O God, be merciful to me a sinner.”

Then Jesus hits us with the message. Then Jesus gives us his teaching, once more by using contrast. The Tax Collector, the sinner, the other man, Jesus says, went home from the temple justified, but the other man did not. “For all those who exalt themselves shall be humbled, while they who humble themselves shall be exalted.”

PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS

When are we going to learn this great lesson from life?

For most people, it’s probably one of those things we learn in the second half of life.

As St. Paul puts it in today’s second reading to Timothy, “It’s going to be after the fight is over and after the race is run.”

Isn’t that when most people really learn about life: after the race; after the fight; event; after the mistake; after the fall; in the winter of life?

Isn’t it when we are young and strong, rich and self-righteous, that we don’t listen and don’t learn? Aren’t those our Pharisee years?

And isn’t it when we are older and weaker, when we start to experience our body falling apart, that we begin to see what life is all about?

For Bob in today’s opening story, wasn’t it the time in his life when he was humbled by a stroke that his mind began to get exalted thoughts? Wasn’t the hospital his greatest classroom? Wasn’t Jose and his family his greatest teachers?

Doesn’t everyone say, “I never appreciated my health till I lost it.” Don’t we all hear people say, “I never appreciated my wife or husband till I lost her or him” Sickness gets us to sort out who and what’s really important in life.

Conclusion: As we heard in today’s first reading, isn’t it when we are weak and feel like an orphan or a widow that we finally begin to realize that God is listening to us and we ought to be listening to God? Isn’t the purpose of coming into this church, this temple, this hospital, to learn, to pray, to listen, to be emptied of ourselves and to walk out filled with a greater awareness of God and exalted thoughts about our neighbor?

“For all those who exalt themselves shall be humbled, while they who humble themselves shall be exalted.”

© Markings

Homiletic Reflections

30 Sunday OT C

Oct. 29, 1995

Andy Costello, CSSR

THE PHARISEE AND 
THE PUBLICAN

(Luke 18:9-14)

I thank you, Lord,
that I am not like
so many other people
in this parish.

I won’t mention any names,
but at least I’m trying
to do my best,
not like so and so.

I go to church regularly.
I pray every day.
And I volunteer for many other activities,
not like so and so
who only shows up to be seen.
And thank God,
I don’t have to grow up today
like these teenagers standing
in the back of church.
Why don’t they come up front
or at least sit down with the rest of us?

And a teen in the back
kept her distance saying,
“Lord, be merciful to me a sinner.”

© Andy Costello, Prayers in The Night, 2009

*

THE ABILITY
TO LAUGH
AT ONESELF

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “The Ability to Laugh at Oneself.”

Can I laugh at myself?

I would think that’s one of the marks of a mature and healthy person.

Reading today’s parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector, I would say loud and clear, “Jesus had a great sense of humor.”

Can I read today's gospel and laugh at myself?

Can I read today's gospel and see myself in the story?

Today’s gospel is for churchgoers – not for non-churchgoers!

THE PERSONALITY OF LUKE

This is the year of Luke. As you know the Church rotates Matthew, Mark and Luke on a three year cycle: A B C . This is the year of Luke: C. I have been finding myself really challenged by Luke this time around. How about you?

As I was reading today’s gospel, I started to wonder about Luke. Was he liked? Was he a character? Did he like to sit in the back row or off to the side at Christian assemblies and just watch the human condition – and laugh? Did he upset people by his humor and human stories?

Sometimes those who get the message don’t like the message!

BABIES LAUGHING

While looking something up on Google the other day, I spotted off to the side the caption, “Laughing baby”. It was on You Tube: those quick, short, 1, 2 or 3 minute films. I hit the button and I had a whole series of babies laughing. Great stuff. [At Google type: "You Tube Babies Laughing" then hit the "You Tube Baby Laughing" site, then hit Hahaha 1:40 From BlackOleg -Nov. o4, 2006 25,936,829 hits"]
Amazing. I could feel my face laughing as I was watching these laughing babies.

It was wonderful.

I thought of Jesus’ words, “Unless you be like little children, you won’t recognize the kingdom of God.” (Cf. Luke 18:15-17; Matthew 18: 1-4; Mark 10:13-16.)

Isn’t it wonderful to see not just a smiling baby – but a laughing baby?

Baby, when was the last time we really laughed?

COURT JESTERS

In the middle ages they had court jesters – to keep a king honest. The jester had free reign to make fun of the king – his mannerisms – his idiosyncrasies – his pomposity and his personality.

If you have a chance to see anything by Shakespeare, watch it. Shakespeare has court jesters and plenty of funny as well as sharp observations about human beings.

I don’t know enough history to know if any court jesters were hung or beheaded or stabbed to death for mimicking a king.

I don’t know enough history to know if bishops and popes ever had church jesters.

They are needed, necessary, and very important for the church.

ANTOINETTE

Years and years ago I was stationed at a retreat house where the bishop of the diocese would visit from time to time for meetings. For some reason, a great Italian gal named Antoinette, who cleaned rooms, and worked in the dining room, decided to play a joke on the bishop. She short sheeted his bed. Surprise! He loved it. Someone was treating him like a human being. He came back a few months later and was disappointed that Antoinette didn’t short sheet him again.

That was in the 1970’s. Surprise! His grand niece got married here at St. Mary’s about 3 weeks ago. I ended up at the bishop’s nephews’ table at the Marriott for the wedding banquet, so I told the deceased bishop’s nephews the story about the short sheeting by Antoinette. They then told me several jokes their uncle used to tell them. I was glad to hear that – because I had heard he could be dull at times. In fact, I heard seminarians used to comment that when he taught theology, they thought he was dead - a normal criticism for seminarians for their professors - at least when I was young. However, they added that he was always very much alive the day after he would visit home. The joke was: he got a shot of formaldehyde. His father was an undertaker

Humor! It’s a necessary ingredient if you want to sit down at the table of life.

HUMOR: SOMETIMES IT'S MISSING

If there is anything I see missing in the Muslim public stance towards life – it’s the need for folks to laugh at each other. Of course, I’m saying this from total ignorance. I don’t know what TV is like in the Middle East. I hope there are Muslim comedians and cartoonists who can get folks to see craziness, inconsistencies and idiosyncrasies.

At times I also worry about our Church. In the last twenty years, there seems to be a movement to the rigid – the strict – the severe - the very formal. I think there is a serious need to be seriously tickled at times. I like a painting by Louis Bosa called "Procession". It shows a great cast of characters in a religious procession. I also like paintings by the Colombian artist, Fernando Botero. He makes everyone - priests, bishops - as well as animals - round and firm and fully packed. They make the viewer smile. I see some people in church that don’t look like they have smiled in 10 years. In my opinion, I sense that the religious groups around the world who are getting recruits don’t seem to have laughter in their life style. I hope I’m wrong. Maybe they laugh at themselves behind closed doors - but I think they have to tell their faces to smile when they are in public.

CARTOONISTS

Where are the cartoonists? Critic magazine used to have great Catholic church cartoons – that poked great fun at us priests and bishops. We passed the cartoons around. I hope bishops did the same. We have to be able to laugh at ourselves.

Cartoonists can sometimes capture the essence of a situation with just one picture – one cartoon.

I’ve heard cartoonists asked by commentators, “Whom do you want for the next president?” and their answer is often based on whom they think they can make the best cartoons of. Smile.

If someone made a cartoon of any one of us, what would they feature? Our nose? Our double chin? Our belly? Our bald head? Our face? The things we’re off on? What would we laugh at about ourselves?

HUMILITY

I have given various priest retreats in my life – and I often have said to priests that part of humility is humor – and part of humor is honesty – and part of humility and honesty is being earthy. After all the word humility means “earth” – “humus”. We are made of earth and we’re going to return to earth.

Everyone of us has to go to the bathroom and everyone of us has to go to the undertaker.

In the meanwhile, smile! Laugh! Enjoy this great gift of life.

TODAY’S GOSPEL

So today’s gospel has Jesus poking fun of those who go to the temple to show off. He pokes fun at those who are convinced of their own righteousness and despise every one else.

Jesus tells the story of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector, so we can see ourselves in the mirror and laugh at what we see.

Let’s be honest. Everyone of us who comes to church looks down on someone else who comes to church.

Let me repeat that: “Let’s be honest. Everyone of us who comes to church looks down on someone else who comes to church.”

The Pharisee in the gospel walks up to the front – where everyone can see him. Notice Jesus says that he prays to himself. I think that's a great English translation from the Greek. He says, “O God, I thank you that I am not like the rest of humanity – greedy, dishonest, adulterous – or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and I pay tithes on my whole income.”

How about that? Don’t we think that about the people whom arrive late or leave early? Don’t we think that about those whom we think don’t dress correctly for Mass? Do we think that about those who bang kneelers or what have you?

Don’t we say that same sentiment at least once a day. Thank God I’m not like that person who is 1000 pounds overweight – or has that weird hairdo - or has that junky car – or eats so stupidly – or sees life differently than I see life? Thank God I’m not like that guy who sits outside of church and mumbles to himself.

I was just up at a meeting for 100 of us in New Jersey – and I was very happy to be me and not some of these other guys. And I'm sure they said the same thing seeing me. And every time I catch myself thinking that, I have to laugh at myself.

And Jesus says the tax collector – who were thieves and sneaks – also went to the temple to pray. He prayed, “O God, be merciful to me a sinner.” And Jesus said the tax collector is the one who went home justified – "for whoever exalts himself will be humbled and the one who humbles himself will be exalted.”

CONCLUSION

I assume that heaven is going to be very, very funny that first week.

I say that about heaven because I think it’s going to be one big surprise after another.

I think that because God the Creator has a great sense of humor: creating hippos and giraffes, penguins and pelicans, owls and otters, mosquitoes and monkeys.

And if we think some animals look strange or funny looking at times, next time you’re at the airport or the beach, just look around. Better: take a look at all of us here today. Let’s laugh healthy laughs about each other – especially ourselves.

* (Painting on top by Louis Bosa, "Procession", oil on canvas, H. 40" x W. 62", 1952, James A. Michener Art Museum, Doylestown, PA - gift of Donald E. and Anna Bosa Mulligan - To see the painting up close, just put the arrow of your mouse or cursor on it and click it. Make sure you smile.)

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ROSARY
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CONNECTIONS 
TO OUR LIFE

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Introduction: The Rosary

The Five Joyful Mysteries

1) The Annunciation
2) The Visitation
3) The Nativity
4) The Presentation in the Temple
5) The Finding in the Temple

The Five Luminous Mysteries

1) The Baptism of Jesus in the Jordan
2) The Wedding Feast of Cana
3) The Proclamation of the Kingdom
4) The Transfiguration of Jesus on the Mountain
5) The Giving of the Eucharist

The Five Sorrowful Mysteries

1) The Agony in the Garden
2) The Scourging at the Pillar
3) The Crowning With Thorns
4) The Carrying of the Cross
5) The Death on the Cross

The Five Glorious Mysteries

1) The Resurrection of Jesus from the Dead
2) The Ascension of Jesus into Heaven
3) The Descent of the Holy Spirit on The Church
4) The Assumption of Mary into Heaven
5) The Crowning of Mary Queen of Heaven

INTRODUCTION:

THE ROSARY

The Rosary is one of those helps to prayer that has been around for a long, long time. Moslems take out their worry beads or their prayer mat when they want to pray. When Catholics reach for our rosary, we’re telling ourselves we want to pray.

Rosary beads are something to hold onto when we want to pray in the middle of the sorrowful moments of life – as well as in the joyful, glorious and light producing mysteries of life.

Life? It’s a mystery. We can’t see around corners. Sometimes the phone rings in the middle of the night and sometimes it rings in the middle of a meal. Sometimes it’s good news and sometimes it’s hard times ahead.

A question: is our song, “Ah sweet mystery of life….” or is, “Hard Times A’ Coming”?

Life….

“I have come that you might life and have it to the full.” (Cf. John 11:11b.)

“The secret of the kingdom of God is given to you …” (Cf. Mark 4:11.)

One of the secrets of life is the ability to balance our ability to look forwards and backwards. Life is both. When we are young, we do a lot of looking ahead; when we are old, we do a lot of looking back.

Remember Lot’s wife. It’s a great folktale – that contains a great truth. As the picturesque language of the Bible puts it, she turned into a pillar of salt – because she looked back. (Cf. Genesis 19:26.) Someone seeing natural salt sculptures in the landscape saw images of people. The creator of this story in Genesis 19 saw these salt formations as metaphors of people stuck in the past – stuck like salt in a salt shaker on a humid day.

It’s important to look back on our life – but we better not get stuck there. The ability to remember, reflect and reconsider is a skill to develop. In fact, it’s a key moment in life when we begin to do that – but we won’t know we are doing that till much later. We remember. We regret. We resent. We also celebrate and feel joy for our history – our stories, our accomplishments – our laughs.

When we are young it seems that all we notice is the windshield – the road ahead – “Are we there yet?” However, at some point we discover there are also a back window and a rear view mirror.

Life is both! And life is more. We crash or get hit – when we miss what’s ahead of us – what’s behind us – as well as what’s around us and what is catching up with us.
When we discover and rejoice about our mysterious powers of being able to see the past, imagine the future and do all this in the present moment, we are been at a key moment in our life.

Consciousness moments are key moments in life. Consciousness moments can be wonderful prayer moments.

Each life is different. I know someone who collects rosary beads. He has hundreds of different rosary beads. And he prays them.

Some questions: What is my life like? Is it like a strong chained rosary bead that never breaks? Or is it always breaking? And do I pray the mysteries of my life?

Many people might describe their life as a primitive rosary – a string with many knots. We don’t know how long the string of our life will be. We gladly tie a knot at some moments of life – especially those moments we want to hold onto. We want to always savor joyful, glorious, and enlightening moments in our life – those turning points that turned our life around. Then there are some moments, some knots, that we wish never happened. Those are those knots and mysterious moments and experiences when and where we got all tangled up – our life was really knotted up – moments when we made dumb decisions – moments we often try to untangle in order to understand the stuff and story of our life.

Each life is like a rosary – with many mysteries, many moments. It is worthwhile making those moments like beads we finger and rub and twist in prayer and reflection.

Praying the rosary can be a person’s attempt to connect their life with the life of Jesus and to see the similarities as well as the differences. Mary’s story is kept in mind to help us make the connections.

For centuries there were the traditional 15 mysteries of the Rosary: the 5 Joyful, the 5 Sorrowful, and the 5 Glorious Mysteries. In October of 2002, John Paul II added 5 more mysteries under the title of “The Illuminative or Light Giving Mysteries.”

SET PRAYERS AND MENTAL PRAYER

This book will provide some thoughts and meditations on these 20 mysteries of the Rosary – these 20 mysteries of life – ideas to reflect upon while going through the mysteries and while saying the Hail Mary’s of the rosary.

The genius of the Rosary is that it combines set prayers with mental prayer. As kids most Catholics learn how to say the Hail Mary by heart. The hope is when we become adults we’ll take these beautiful scriptural and traditional words of the Hail Mary to heart. Then as we grow even older we’ll move deeper and deeper into the heart of the mystery of Christ.

We’ve all heard someone use the word “mantra”. It’s a Sanskrit word for a holy or mystical chant or incantation or invocation. A mantra is a set prayer that helps set the mood for contemplation of the deeper mysteries of life.

The Hail Mary is a mantra. By picking up the rosary, we are reminding ourselves we are about to enter into prayer. It’s like taking some time out to enter a church or temple or mosque. It’s like a Jewish male putting on a yarmulka, or kippah, or skullcap. It’s like a Moslem taking out a prayer rug. A person by these behaviors is saying, “It’s now time for prayer.”

The Rosary then is a popular reminder and a practical help for praying.

In our efforts to understand the Moslem world and Moslem religion, the rosary can be seen as an opening connector. Moslems are often seen with “worry beads” in their hands. Well, many Christians when they are nervous, they pick up their rosary and start praying with their “worry beads”. It has been used this way by millions and millions of people down through the ages. It’s no wonder then that a rosary is usually put in a Catholic’s hands as they lay in their casket or coffin.

When we simply want to be an everyday person of prayer, we can keep them in our pocket. We can pray with them visibly or invisibly when going for a walk or just sitting in our home or backyard. Many people keep them hanging on their car mirror to remind them to take them down for praying while driving. Others keep them under their pillow in order to pray before going to sleep.

When we want to pray as a family or with others, the rosary can be divided up in several ways, allowing people to pray as a group – with different people taking turns saying the prayers.

The rosary has always been a reminder for us to be like Mary – a woman of prayer – a woman in deep contact with God.

WARNING # 1: DON’T BABBLE

Don’t babble. Jesus warned us in the Sermon on the Mount about babbling when praying. He said, “In your prayers, don’t babble as the pagans do. They think by using many words, they will make themselves heard. Don’t be like them. Your Father knows what you need before you ask him. So you should pray like this ….” (Matthew 6:7-9). Jesus then taught the crowd the Our Father.

To avoid babbling or being mechanical while praying, some people concentrate on the words of the Hail Mary; some concentrate on the mysteries; and some concentrate on a scriptural text.

Obviously it is better to say one Hail Mary slowly and prayerfully than to say 53 Hail Mary’s without any sense of prayer.

Be creative. As I said in my book, Thank God It’s Friday, “Rosary beads aren’t just for Hail Mary’s any more.” One can use the beads to say short mantras or darts of prayer like:

· “Lord, have mercy.”
· “Lord, Jesus, teach me how to pray.”
· “Lord, Jesus, teach me how to love.”
· “Lord, Jesus, teach me how to give.”
· “Lord, Jesus, teach me how to forgive.”
· “Jesus!”
· “Jesus is Lord.”
· “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief.”
· “Thank you, Lord. Thank you.”
· “Come Holy Spirit.”
· “Maranatha. Come Lord Jesus.”
· “Help!”
· “Thanks!”

The Rosary then has never been frozen. The beads are not made of cement. In general, most people use the rosary to weave a crown of prayer “roses” to put around Mary’s head. Hence the name rosary.

Down through the years there have been all kinds of rosaries. At one time there was a rosary of 150 Our Fathers. It was called, “The Poor Person’s Breviary.” At another time people said a Rosary of 50 mysteries. How could one remember all of them? Thank God in time the mysteries were cut down to 15. Now they are up to 20. Do I hear 25?

Today most people say the “short Rosary” – just 5 decades – using the Joyful, Sorrowful, Light Giving or Glorious Mysteries – depending on what day of the week it is or the season or the mood one is in.

WARNING # 2: ADDING ON THE TRIMMINGS

It takes about 15 to 20 minutes to pray the rosary.

However, the rosary can take longer if people start to add prayers.

Warning: too many words can kill prayer. This is especially true when it comes to the Rosary.

The Irish love to joke about the Trimmings of the Rosary – meaning extra prayers that are added on. There is an Irish poem with the title, “Trimmings of the Rosary.” It’s by anonymous. The poem is a tribute to all those “Little Irish Mothers” who gathered their kids reluctantly for the rosary. Just when one would think the rosary was finished, if mom was in charge, out came the trimmings. These would be prayers for cousins and aunts and uncles, prayers for sore toes, prayers for friends and prayers for foes.

This Irish poem is very sweet, but frustrations can arise when someone adds and adds and adds on too many extra prayers. The leader of the rosary can trap a captive audience.

Many times when this happens in a group, the spirit of prayer – the chain of prayer is broken. People start looking at their watches in anger and frustration. Their minds are far from being like Mary’s who turned God’s words over and over in her mind in prayer.

The history of public prayer often goes like this: People come along and add prayers and then people come along and cut out prayers and then people come along and add on prayers and then people cut out prayers and on and on and on. It’s human nature.

WARNING # 3: THIS BOOK

This book will simply present 20 meditations on the 20 Mysteries of the Rosary.

However, I put a warning on the label. Please do not use these meditations to overburden people while saying the Rosary. Do not kill the spirit of prayer in a Family Rosary or in Altar-Rosary Society or even in the private saying of the Rosary by reading a set of these mysteries while saying the rosary. They are for private reflection apart from saying the rosary, so that when one says the rosary, one might be more reflective on the mysteries.

Or a person or a group can take the time out every once and a while to meditate on one or two mysteries – and use these reflections for a reading – saying just one or two decades of the rosary and leaving the others for another day. The mysteries of the Rosary touch all the great mysteries of a person’s life – so we have a whole lifetime to meditate on them in prayer like Mary.

Why rush? Why crush the Spirit with “too much”?

Why not heed St. Teresa of Avila’s prayer: “From silly devotions and sour faced saints, Lord, deliver us.”

The Rosary is simply a WAY to pray, a MEANS of prayer. It is not an END in itself. The way we say the Rosary can always be changed. The END is what is important: ending up in GOD’S presence – in GOD’S embrace – in GOD’S love.

Taking time out to prayer is taking time out to enter into the timeless mystery of God. In time, in some mysterious way, God entered into Mary and she brought Jesus into the world and Jesus leads us to the world of the Father.

THE
FIVE
JOYFUL
MYSTERIES


“My being magnifies the greatness of the Lord,
my spirit finds joy in God my savior.”
Luke 1:47

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ANNUNCIATION

Prayer is all about listening.

Prayer moments are annunciation moments at times.

When Mary went to the synagogue in Nazareth, she would see people getting up to read the scriptures. She would hear calls and echoes from the scrolls – especially words from the prophets urging all of us to listen:

“Be still and know that I am God.”
“Be silent, O Israel, and listen.”
“Hear O heavens and listen O earth.”
“Hear the word of the Lord.”
“Hear O Israel.”
“Listen O house of David.”
“You who are deaf, listen.”
“Listen to my voice and then I will be your God.”

Lord, teach me how to listen.

Lord, teach me how to pray.

Prayer is all about listening.

Prayer is all about questions.

Prayer is all about “Yes” or “No”.

Prayer is all about responding.

Prayer is all about the call to serve.

Picture Mary as one who listens.

Picture Mary as one who listens as she prays.

Picture Mary as one who takes time out
to listen to the silent shouts of God.

Picture Mary
listening to the everyday ways
the Lord gifts us:
listening in the market place,
listening in the synagogue,
listening to her parents,
listening to her neighbors,
listening to Joseph – the man she loves –
but also listening for the Word of the Lord,
in prayer
in the quiet moments of life.

Picture Mary hearing
the Word of the Lord
in life’s everyday moments.

The Annunciation
is history’s big listening moment.
A young girl begins hearing
a new vision;
a young girl begins hearing God’s announcement,
that the Word wants to become flesh
and live among us.

God was wanting a change in history.

Now that’s Good News.

Now that’s an annunciation.

Now to hear God’s News,
one needs to have
an open mind,
an open heart,
an open spirit,
gifts so necessary
to be a person of prayer.

Painters have often painted
pictures of the Annunciation.

Which one is your favorite?

The angel God sent to speak to Mary
was Gabriel – pictured in thousands of paintings
as an angel with wings and a flowing white garment,
but what did Mary see and hear
at the Annunciation?

Was she by an open window?
Was she feeling a gentle breeze?
Was she looking into the morning light
or the setting sun?
Was the angel a whisper of God
uttered deep in the recesses of her being,
asking her, a teenage girl,
to make an eternal decision?

Listening is not just silence.
At times it’s also asking questions.

Mary asked questions?
Mary received mysterious answers.

And then Mary said, “Yes!”

Mary said, “Amen,” to Our Father,
and her world and our world
would never be the same again.

What Mary experienced,
was God’s question to every person,
“Will you bring Christ to the world?”

Annunciation moments
are not life threatening moments.They are life challenging moments.

Annunciation moments!
The call to change,
the call to change our plans,
to say, “Yes”,
to say, “Amen”,
to a new spirit in our life,
to let a new spirit overshadow us,
to let God break our ice,
to let God pierce our darkness,
to let God speak in our silence,
to let God go through our defenses
to let Christ enter deep into the womb of our being.

Annunciation moments.

Feeling the Wind,
seeing the Light,
hearing the word,
tasting the Bread and the Wine,
meeting the hurting,
stopping to be with the poor,
any and every way
God tries to announce his way into our lives.

Annunciation!

Morning, opening a window,
feeling the gentle breeze on our face
and saying, “Amen Yes
Thank you God for another day.”

Annunciation.

Help me to live this day to the full.

Annunciation.
Struggling to say “yes” to God,
when the Spirit surrounds us
like the wind,
sometimes gently,
sometimes violent,
but always calling us, urging us,
challenging us to be:
a better listener,
a better friend,
a better witness,
a better wife,
a better husband,
a better worker,
a better Christian,
a better follower
of Christ in the modern world.

Annunciation.
And Mary said,
“I am the servant of the Lord,
let it be done to me as you say.”