EASTER:
BELIEF IN LIFE AFTER DEATH

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Easter: Belief in Life After Death.”

As I was getting out of my car last Wednesday – in the outside parking lot at the Mall – I noticed a bumper sticker on a parked car right in front of me. I collect bumper sticker sayings that grab me. This one read, “I believe in life before death.”

I went fishing for a piece of paper in my pocket and wrote that down.

I like that message – because I want to live life to the full in the here and now – and I have met people who seem to put too much of their energy and anxieties into worries about what happens after death. It also appears that people do good and avoid evil in the here and now, not because of the here and now – but because of the hereafter. Doing that we might miss the people right in front of us – as well the implications of the present moment.

Thinking on what I preach about – I believe I concentrate on the here and now – more than the hereafter – seeing that religion takes place in church but especially outside of church – where we spend most of our time and life.

I see the first book of the Bible, Genesis, and the story of God’s creation not just as something that happened billions and billions of years ago – but God’s ongoing creation all the time. It’s about to spring big time once more and it is good. I see the family struggles in the book of Genesis as the struggles of every family.

I see the second book of the Bible, Exodus, and the story of that escape from slavery as the call of everyone to escape addictions or abuse or traps or blaming or claiming ignorance or covering up – whether one is pope, bishop, priest, parent, professional, truck driver or teacher, etc.

I like to see each meal as a Mass, each shower or washing as a baptism, a fresh start, a feeling of newness, each “I’m sorry” as a sacrament of reconciliation, each affirmation of each other as a confirmation of the gifts of the Holy Spirit, etc. etc. etc.

I love the words of St. Irenaeus – an early Christian – killed around the year 200 A.D. – who said “The glory of God is a human being who is fully alive.” [Adversus Haereses – 4th Book]. Every parent knows the truth of that when they see their kids fully alive on the playing field or in a play – or having a great slumber party – or doing a reading at Mass – or hunting for Easter eggs or chocolate Easter eggs, so too our God, our Father, rejoices when seeing us fully alive and searching for the surprise of new life.

Don’t we love it when we see grandparents laughing while playing cards or out on the dance floor – or cracking on each other?

So that bumper sticker is a creed: “I believe in life before death.”

And then like any creed we agree upon, we need to put it into practice – making it more than just words.

Am I alive or am I dead? Am I excited or exhausted? Do I jump out of bed each morning – longing for a new day of life, service and surprise?

Frank Lloyd Wright once described bureaucrats as, “dead at 30 and buried at 60.”

I hope that’s not true – but there are some jobs I know I wouldn’t want – but I’m glad someone’s doing them – and I hope they love their job.

It’s NCAA basketball time – and almost baseball season, but all of us can connect with Erma Bombeck’s famous line, “If a man watches three football games in a row, he should be declared legally dead.”

Who of us wants to be described as, “Dead! Dull! Boring! Eternal couch potato? Unalive? Same Old Same Old Person every day?”

Some people sound like they are repeating TV talk shows – and the rest of the people in the room want to run! They want to run because this other person doesn’t seem to be another person – someone we might enjoy a cup of coffee or a cup of tea or a Doctor Pepper with.

Just yesterday a lady told me she was recently at Mass at another church – I’m glad it wasn’t this church – and this little girl yelled out – pointing to the priest, “He doesn’t want to be here!”

Did he hear that? Did the little girl want to there? Do I want to be here – on this planet – enjoying this great gift of life that God has given me?

I picture Jesus standing in front of some people who look like they are dead – and he screams out loud into the cave of their ear what he said at the grave or cave of Lazarus: “Lazarus come forth! Wake up. Come back from the dead!” And Lazarus came back from the dead.

Am I happy to be alive? Do I believe in life before death?

I see people worried about hell, heaven and purgatory. I would stress being aware that heaven, hell, and purgatory, can also be right now.

I like Albert Camus’ bumper sticker like saying, “I shall tell you a great secret, my friend. Do not wait for the last judgment. It takes place every day.” The Fall [1956]

Okay, having said all that, I want to address in this homily the hereafter. Relax this is my regular 10 minutes – 5 pages – 14 pica homily. The title of my homily after all is, “Easter: Belief In Life After Death” and here I am yaking mainly about the here and now.

TODAY’S GOSPEL

The last line in today’s gospel intrigued me, “For they did not yet understand the Scripture that he had to rise from the dead.” [John 20:1-9]

I asked myself, “What does that mean?” “Do I understand that Jesus had to rise from the dead?”

That’s a big question! Many people think: when we die, that’s it. That’s all there is. Nobody has ever risen from the dead!

They it hit me – the depth as well as the centrality of what Paul said about the resurrection in many of his letters - especially his First Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 15. To paraphrase Paul: “If Christ did not rise from the dead, then the whole house of cards crumbles. If Christ did not rise from the dead, open up the doors and let’s get out of here. We’re a bunch of fools. If Christ did not rise, then nobody rises. If Christ did not rise from the dead, then there is no meaning to Baptism, not truth to Eucharist, no Christianity, no truth to all these things we believe.”

Yet we do believe. Okay we have doubts at times. Then our prayer changes to the prayer of the man in the gospel who came to Jesus for him to heal his son, “Lord, I believe, help my unbelief.” [Mark 9:24]

And if we read the after Good Friday stories in Matthew, Mark, Luke and today from John, we hear stories about how belief – faith – takes time – and some get there faster than others.

In today’s gospel there is the mention of “the other disciple”. Many consider this to be John – but we’re not sure. It could be us. It could be the one who in any age or any time – gets in next to Jesus – and Jesus sees this one as the Beloved Disciple.

The gospel writers play with this – who’s going to be first, who’s going to # 1 – who’s going to be next to Jesus in the Eternal Wedding Banquet. Won’t we be surprised! But we don’t know. Hopefully, we will know this in eternity.

ETERNITY: LIFE AFTER DEATH

I often think of a moment at my brother’s grave – standing there in prayer with my brother’s best friend – who said he doesn’t believe in life after death. It was one of those life moments that had a profound impact. I’ve often think about it. Do I believe in life after death? I do! I believe in life after death, because of my parents and my upbringing as a Catholic. In contrast, others don’t have this belief. So I pinch myself. Belief is a gift. Belief in life after death is a total gift. It can’t be proved! We have to die to find out.

At the age of 70, I obviously think about this question more than when I was 40.

At the age of 70, I obviously have answers that I have told myself about this question.

The first thing I go with is what is called Pascal’s Wager or Gamble. Blaise Pascal [1623-1662] was a French mathematician, scientist, philosopher and theologian at times. Various folks punch holes in his argument – saying maybe we’ll wake up realizing we picked the wrong religion. I apply the gamble only to God. I’m gambling that the moment after we die, we’ll either know or not know. If there is nothing, then we’ll never know. But if we gambled that there is a God waiting for us after death, then we guessed correctly big time.

So I start with that. What kicks in second – after Pascal – is Jesus.

I make my act of faith in Jesus Christ – in his words of hope, “I am the way, the truth and the life. I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me, even though he die, will live.”

Then third and last comes the following thought and reasoning – that spins around my brain from time to time – and I found out – around the brain and reasoning of a lot of people.

I call this the “Fair is fair!” conversation with God.

There has to be a resurrection – not only because Jesus died around 33 and was killed unfairly – and didn’t get a chance to round out his life more, but also what about all the babies who have died and never had the time of their life that I have had. What about all those millions and millions of Jews who were killed in the Holocaust – and millions and millions and millions of people who were blown up or killed or raped and murdered – in the violence of war or by crazies down through the centuries. What about all the young men and women killed in war - in combat - or just in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Fair is fair. There has to be a hereafter. Fair is fair.

So I tell God there have been a lot of people who deserve eternity – to catch up on missed life – and then there are the crazies who need eternity to get their minds and souls in order.

CONCLUSION

Easter is a good time to think about heavy things. Roll away the big stone and experience these questions with Jesus the Risen Lord. Amen. Alleluia.

Painting on top: The Resurrection [1510] - part of Matthias Grunewald's altarpiece in St. Anthony's Monastery, Isenheim, Alsace

RESURRECTION

Quote of the Day:  April 4,  2010  - Easter Sunday

"The entire character of a man's whole life depends on whether he answers 'Yes' or 'No' to the historic fact of the Resurrection."


John E. Large, The Small Needle of Doctor Large, 1962

Picture on top: Resurrection. It's on the front wall in St. Paul de Meythet Church in Meythet, a suburb of Annecy, south-eastern France. Painting 1998 - by Arcabas (Jean-Marie Pirot).

TRUTH WILL  

SET  YOU FREE 

Quote of the Day: April 3, 2010  Holy Saturday 




"Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again."





William Cullen Bryant [1794-1878], The Battlefield [1839], stanza 9


Picture on top - part of the famine ship sculpture at the National Famine Memorial, County Mayo, Ireland, in sight of Croag Patrick.

GOOD FRIDAY

Quote for Good Friday - April 2, 2010

"We call this Friday good."


T.S. Eliot [ 1888-1965], East 



Coker [1940], II
Painting on top - Duccio di Buoninsegna c. 1255-1310, Crucifixion Scene from the Maesta Altarpiece, Museo dell' opera del Duomo, Siena, Italy

HOLY THURSDAY:
IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED

Pat and Mike – late 40’s – every Thursday evening – volunteering at the Catholic Shelter on the Bowery – New York City, Manhattan – from 5:30 till 10:30 P.M. They have been doing this for the past four and a half years.

They would walk up from Wall Street where both worked for different firms – same kind of work – paper – lots of paper. And it was supposed to be a digital paperless world.

They would meet outside Pat’s office building and walk up together the mile plus walk – their exercise for the day – chatting as they walked about their day, their families, this and that. Then they would serve at the shelter – help feed Bowery guys – all men – and then get on the subway near Broadway and head home at 9:30 P.M.

Their wives thought it was great to know their husbands were making this sacrifice. It was real. It was not talk. It helped folks. Their wives thought this was part of the Catholic faith they hoped their kids would pick up by example – knowing their dads were volunteering to help the homeless.

That Thursday – it was Holy Thursday – both said as they walked – “Too bad we’re at the Catholic Shelter tonight. We’re missing the Holy Thursday Services back in our churches in Brooklyn.”

Two blocks away from the shelter they saw him – in an alley – laying there – sort of shivering in the cold – in a T-shirt – and the weather was a bit chilly that late afternoon in New York City.

They stopped and then headed for the guy in a dirty T-shirt, sneakers, and tan stained pants.

“Buddy are you hungry?”

“Starving,” came a muted moan.

“Okay, come with us.” They helped the guy up and it was like a Marx Brothers comedy. In fact Pat and Mike started to laugh as they had him in the middle – with his arms draped over each of the their shoulders and they sort of carried him the next two blocks to the shelter.

Shower. The guy really needed a shower. Wooh! The Phew!

They got him in the front door of the shelter. It was semi-packed with all kinds of guys their age, younger, and some older – many in need of a shave – some playing cards – some playing pool – some sitting all alone – on the five couches scattered around the room. Guys who don’t know guys don’t crowd couches.

The other volunteers were all busy getting ready for supper in the back section of the first floor of the shelter. The fold up tables were all set up. Pat and Mike would usually be the ones to place paper plates, paper napkins, Styrofoam cups and plastic silverware on the big long rectangular tables. 3 guys in aprons were cooking and stirring big pots. One yelled, “It’s spaghetti night, Pat and Mike. Don’t you wish you were Italian?”

Mike said, “We got ourselves a starving customer here – but first we’ll get him to his bed and a good shower.”

Three guys sitting there started clapping. They had got a whiff of the man they had brought in and could tell his tan pants needed to be discarded as soon as possible.

They found out the man’s name was Jack – just Jack – and that was enough for a passport into the shelter for the night.

Pat and Mike – with much difficulty – got Jack up to the third floor – using the stairs. There was no elevator.

They brought Jack to his bed and said, “Sit down here for a moment.”

Then Pat and Mike headed for a closet and got him donated underwear, socks, shoes, and a suit.

Then they brought him to a shower and Jack went for it. In fact, you could hear him say a few times from the other side of the curtain, “Good…. Good…. Good! I needed this.”

The water and the soap and the shower rehumanized Jack.

He came back to the bed in his towel and Pat and Mike turned away so he could get dressed.

When they turned around he was sitting on the edge of the bed in pants, a fresh shirt, a tie, and a suit jacket. No socks yet.

Pat bent down and dried Jack’s feet with a clean towel. Then he put socks on Jack. Mike had taken his sneakers and got a size match with a decent pair of donated shoes. Then he bent down and put shoes on Jack.

Jack looked good.

Pat said, “We dumped all your clothes in the garbage over there. They’re history. Now let’s get something to eat.” Before dumping the tan pants, Pat had checked the pockets. Nothing. Not even a dirty handkerchief. The man had nothing but a name and now a new suit.

They helped Jack down the stairs – but he moved much better than on the way up.

Downstairs once again they introduced Jack to some of the regulars – and one or two shook his hand, “Nice suit. Jack. Nice suit.”

This got the first real smile out of Jack so far.

Then Pat and Mike helped prepare the tables for supper and then brought out the bread and water and butter and parmesan cheese.

The chef yelled – ringing a big bell, “Supper’s ready!”

All the men moved or shuffled towards the 53 available seats. That was the count that night.

Some of the men knew to pause – for a prayer. About a dozen guys watched. They had not been here before or were out of it.

Dinner went from 7 till 8 P.M.

Pat and Mike – in aprons and smiles – as well as 6 other guys served lots of spaghetti – lots of bread – lots of comments.

This was important to these volunteers. You could tell it made them feel worthwhile. Even though they had stressful work all day, Thursday evenings at the shelter was their best work of the week.

From time to time Pat and Mike would stop to interact with Jack – making sure he was okay – as well as chatting with a few of the other regulars.

More than half took seconds. For some – probably Jack as well – this might have been their only meal of the day. Others knew of soup kitchens in the area as well.

At 8 guys drifted back to the card tables, a TV set that had a basketball game on, or the pool table. Some drifted upstairs to their beds.

Pat and Mike and the rest of the crew were cleaned up by 9 PM and they would sit and chat and kid with the guys till it was time to get home themselves.

They noticed Jack had slipped upstairs on his own – so they went up at 9:20 to say good-bye and good night – and surprise – Jack was in bed crying – with a rosary in his hands. He told them one of the other men had given him a rosary. They shook his hand and said, “We got to get home to our families.”

Jack said, “Thanks guys. Thanks!” Then he added, “I hope my family back in Denver are okay tonight.”

Pat and Mike said, “We do too.”

And they headed downstairs – said goodbye to two of the staff who were there for the night – and headed for the subway and home.

As they were sitting in the subway car, Pat said to Mike, “Did it hit you?”

“Hit what?”

“Did it hit you that we really didn’t miss the Holy Thursday Mass tonight? We had everything but the wine.”

“Missed it?” said Mike, “Holy Thursday. We were there.

Painting on top: The Washing of the Feet by Chislaine Howard 1953, Methodist Collection of Modern Christian Art

PLAYING  THE  FOOL

Quote of the Day:  April 1,  2010 - April Fool's Day


"When we play the fool, how wide
The theatre expands! beside,
How long the audience sits before us!
How many prompters! what a chorus!"



William Savage Landor [1775-1864], Plays, [1864], st. 2

THAT  WON'T  FLY 

Quote of the Day:  March 31,  2010


"Man won't fly for a thousand years."


Wilbur Wright, 1901

DEAD  OR  ALIVE?

Quote of the Day: March 30,  2010  

"How do they know?"

A reaction when President Calvin Coolidge died in 1933. The comment can be found in Malcolm Cowley's, Writers at Work, 1st Series (1958), page. 65

Photo of President Calvin Coolidge - born 1872 - died 1933

FATHER GREG BOYLE, S.J.

For anyone upset about priests these days - and / or pope - bishops - and Catholic Church - if you need good news, here is some good news that I heard the other day while driving back from a wedding reception blessing.

Go to Google and simply type in the words: Father Greg Boyle: NPR

Then listen to Terry Gross' Fresh Air 40 minute interview with him and his work all these years. A lot of it is with folks who were in gangs in Los Angeles.

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Some folks asked my thoughts on this latest burst of news about the sexual abuse of children, the pope, and the way it was and is being dealt with.

My first approach would be to present Good News.

Next would be some further comments. I am aware that sometimes saying nothing is a practical way to go - because in many ways, no matter what you say, people are going to take what you say - in the way they are going to take it. This issue can be a minefield.

Dialogue is difficult.

Listening is tough.

We priests talk amongst ourselves about this. This has been a tough 8 years.

I hear people protesting for full disclosure and transparency. I am grateful that much has been made public. For example, check out the John Jay College of Criminal Justice Study on Clergy Sexual Abuse - U.S. Bishops. It was commissioned at the Dallas 2002 meeting of the U.S. Catholic Bishops. Has any other group hung that much laundry on line?

I don't plan to try to evoke empathy for priests. I hope everyone just wants all of us to get our house in order - and help and protect those who have been hurt or could be hurt in the future.

So I stand at the edge of the lake. To wade in, to dive in or to go back to my blanket? That is my question.

I'll dive in - without trying to be too defensive. Obviously, I am not going to try to defend sin and crime, horror and abuse.

Besides my opening story about Father Greg Boyle, let me go this way.

Let me start with self.

Let me start with sin.

I have on a much earlier blog, a tiny saying, "Dig anywhere and you'll find dirt."

A few people who read that said to me, "I don't get it."

I didn't explain.

If I did, I wouldn't have written it as simply as I thought I did.

"Dig anywhere and you'll find dirt."

Dig into any person's life and you'll find dirt.

Can anyone say I don't have dirt?

Is anyone not nervous about those who seem to like to get dirt on others?

The number # 1 topic of conversation is others - and it's often not complementary.

Gossip gets greater ratings at the coffee machine than compliments?

Agree or disagree?

Dirt shows up on the front of camera lenses.

Who of us would want someone to take a camera and make a film of every moment of our life?

Who of us would want someone to take a camera and film us in our sins? Bad days? Bad moments? At our worse?

As we heard in the gospel a few Sunday's back, "Let anyone among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her." [Cf. John 8:1 -11.]

When it comes to abuse and mess, sin makes the news.

As priest, as human, as me, I know that every one has dirt - and I hold that every person has a right to privacy, learning, and recovery.

Every family has dirt.

I never had a cat - but I think I heard that a cat hides its mess.

Cover ups are often part of the plot in many a cop, army, detective movie or TV series.

"Let him or her who has not covered something up or let something slide make the first attack on cover ups."

Having stated that, I also say that somethings better not be covered up - especially when it's a crime and it comes to children and the vulnerable.

And if there is a cover up, expect to pay for the consequences.

When will the higher ups realize you can't blame the messenger - you can't blame the media?

100 years ago people could get away with evil a lot more than today.

To paraphrase a saying of Jesus, "The press we always have with us."

Let's not blame the press for cover ups or crimes! Their job is to open up stories.

My hope is that they get the story right - understand the nuances - and in the sexual abuse of children story - they publicize what has been learned - up to this date - so as to protect the vulnerable.

I also want to add a nuance that I find illusive and slippery. I wonder if anyone at a meeting for what goes in a paper or on the news asks the ethical question: "Can we say this? Do we know the impact of this on this person's family? Are we doing this for our good ratings or for another's good?" There are consequences for those who report evil - sin - and it can destroy another person's family and life.

Sometimes he or she who hesitates is saved.

Years and years ago I received a phone call around 2 in the morning. It was from the police. They had a priest in the local jail who got drunk and had gotten into a fight in a local bar. The police were called. The priest was from another state and the policeman on the phone asked if I could come and get him - before the newspapers got wind of this - and could I get him home? I had never met this priest before. Under cover of darkness I got him home. I didn't know the cop - but he was Catholic and he didn't want this out. Right? Wrong? Got it done. And the priest got help and got on with his life. He's now dead!

What would you do?

What would you want if the person who messed up was a member of your family or your community?

What would you want if it was you?

What is your similar story? Christmas party? Wedding? Vacation? Business trip? The money was just sitting there?

Of course there is a difference between child abuse and alcohol abuse. There is a difference between a one time slip up and ongoing drunken rage and disasters.

Sin - horror - abuse - ought to get us to pause!

Am I telling this story because when another falls it makes me feel better?

Does this prove that my take on religion or God or priests or others is correct?

And as Christians we ought to know what Saint Paul publicized loud and clear in his Letter to the Romans - especially when he challenges us to uncover what is within each of us. Tough stuff." It causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble..." as the old hymn goes.

And we've all seen how cover ups can bring companies and elected and appointed officials down.

Each of us and all of us need to do our homework on this - as well as talk to each other about all this.

What would we want for our children, our world, as well as ourselves?

There is the Golden Rule - and it's here to protect us.

There is the Native American proverb we have all heard a hundred times: "Don't judge a person till you have walked a mile in their moccasins."

I came up with a follow up saying, "Don't judge a person till you have walked a mile in their sins."
I have a faint memory of watching many, many years ago a TV talk show on which F. Lee Bailey, the lawyer, talked about Anthony DeSalvo, the so called, "Boston Strangler." Bailey defended him as lawyer and said if you knew the childhood background of this man, you would have some sympathy for him. Anthony's father, Frank DeSalvo was a violent alcoholic. He beat his wife Charlotte in front of the kids - knocking out her teeth and bending back her fingers till they broke. He forced his kids to watch him having sex with prostitutes whom he had brought home. His father sold Anthony into slavery - along with his sister - when he was 9 years of age - to a farmer in Maine. [Check this stuff out if you don't believe me.]

That story about watching a TV talk show one evening - even though it's a fuzzy memory - has had an impact on my life - how I see each person - perpetrator as well as victim, sinner and sinned against.

I thought about this story when I heard the names of priests who had committed horrendous crimes.

Being a priest, but also being human, I thought of the priest first - not the kids. I was seeing a person being led to a court house. I wasn't seeing the young people they had abused.

When I saw them on TV - or when I thought about them - obviously I thought and prayed for these priests.

So of course abuse is horrible. It can be a crime - e.g., sexual abuse of minors. Worse: it can mess folks up for life.

Now down through the centuries abuse has been hidden - moved - ignored - been swept into the corner - hoping it would go away.

What am I saying here? I am saying that people cover things up!

I am aware that I need to be sensitive - aware that a broken nose or arm - makes us concentrate on the broken.

What am I saying here? I'm saying that the arm or the nose is only one part of the body.

Ooops, possible contradiction here, Paul says if one part hurts, all parts hurt. [Cf. 1 Corinthians 12]

And this Body called Church is hurting!

Having said that, I also want to broadcast that there are lots of priests working every day for others - and there are lots of folks in our church reaching out to others every day. For example, I am impressed with the wonderful folks here in St. Mary's Parish, Annapolis, Maryland who help lots and lots of people through our St. Vincent de Paul Society - as well as the folks who donate big time to our poor box - and this and that, and then some other ministry - parenting, volunteering, etc.

Someone wrote me and said I was a bit insensitive with this blog piece, so I changed it and added to it quite a bit. I guess I'm one of those many priests who are sad and sick with the horror stories of the crimes and cruelty when it comes to abuse. Children were severely hurt. Bad news. Horrible news. Then came the cover ups, the mistakes and the mismanagement in trying to stop pedophiles. Bad news. Horrible news.

There was a learning curve in all this. Lawsuits and reporting and more research certainly sped things up.

I want to state that in the last 8 years the Catholic Church in the United States has done a lot to protect children with strong policies and procedures. Good news.

I also hold that families and others - cover up abuse. Bad news. If all the stories about priests does anything in the last 8 years, I hope it makes people more aware of this perversion. Keep your eye on who is near and with your children.

In the meanwhile, I also thought it would be smart to broadcast good news. So listen to Father Greg Boyle's story on NPR. Then tell your kids, "Think priesthood!" We need priests - good priests. They too can be another Greg Boyle. Tell them about St. Vincent de Paul and the St. Vincent de Paul work around our world, etc. etc. etc. They can do that as well.

ISOLATION

Quote of the Day: March 29, 2010


"Isolation is the worst possible counselor."


Miguel de Unamuon [1864-1936] in Civilization is Civilism

STOP!

There are STOP signs everywhere.

Bloody red stop signs.

Stop to see them this week - Holy Week.

Stop! See that guy over there – the guy with the reddish grey beard – yes him, the medium size guy wearing the tan robe - with the palm branch in his hand – praising Jesus with loud Hosannas today. I don’t know if he’s going to be wearing the same tan robe next Friday – but he’s going to be in the crowd screaming, “Crucify him. Crucify him.”

Stop! Realize people can switch so quickly. You have to dig to get depth.

Stop! See Judas this week – realizing ahead of the rest – that it’s all over. "That’s it. Jesus has been warning us – why he came to Jerusalem for the Passover – and we wouldn’t hear any of this kind of stuff from him." See Judas wanting to get something out of the whole mess – his whole investment of dream and time. So he sells Jesus out. He betrays him for 30 pieces of silver – and he bags the money.

Stop! See Jesus wanting to celebrate this last Passover Meal with his disciples – and he knows of a well furnished upper room. Unlike at his birth, there was room – even though the city was crowded – packed for the Passover – with the sound of thousands of Pascal Lambs being slaughtered and sold for silver coins for the feast. At that Sacred Meal Jesus washes his disciples feet. He feeds them with bread and wine. He speaks powerful words of love – that are still available for our digestion 2000 years later.

Stop! This week read the last sections of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John – especially John.

Stop! Hear Jesus at the meal also talk about betrayal and denial. Judas turns red blood blush when Jesus says the one who is about to betray me is the one who dips his bread in the red sauce on the table. At this Judas has to rush out into the night. He feels caught, trapped red handed. And Peter – big mouth Peter – pounding his fisherman’s fist on the Last Supper table – announces, “Even if everyone leaves you Jesus, I won’t!” And Jesus says, ‘Before the cock crows three times, you will have denied me three times Peter!” And that’s what Peter does: “I deny….” “I deny….” “I deny….”

Stop! See the scene in the garden that night. See the disciples unable to stay awake with Jesus even for an hour – that night when Jesus almost despairs – when he feels so all alone – without God, our Father, without friends.

Stop! See the kiss by Judas – the arrest – the disciples panic and running to escape and save their skins. See Jesus dragged, ridiculed, laughed at, spat at, beaten and crowned with thorns.

Stop! See the contrasts: good and evil, light and dark, sin and grace, Friday and Sunday, death and resurrection. See the contrasts between Pilate and Herod – dealing with what to do with Jesus – and how they are concerned with the crowd. See the contrast between Peter and Judas. One commits suicide – because he can’t stand himself; the other discovers himself anew through forgiveness.

Stop! See the trial and the contrast in the bizarre contest created by Pilate to choose Jesus or Barabbas. See Jesus being dragged to Calvary.

Stop! Study the faces. Station yourself in a church. Sit and study so many faces on the wall in the Stations of the Cross in every Catholic church in the world. Stop! See the contrast between the two thieves crucified next to Jesus in the twelfth station.

Stop! Hear Jesus' Seven Last Words.

Stop! See Jesus die.

Stop! The cross is a STOP sign.

Stop! You know Jesus will rise – but pause before all that and sort out your thoughts – where you fit into the story – where you fit into the crowd. Would you have climbed the hill that day? Would you take that risk? Few did. Mary did. The Beloved Disciple did.

Stop! Would I?

Stop! This is the week to stop and see. This is the week to stop and hear. This is the week to stop and learn – and then start again – next week, next Sunday, Easter Sunday with the Risen Christ. Alleluia. Alleluia.

FAILURES, 

BUT THEN THERE 

IS ALWAYS THE SUN 

THAT RISES 

ON SUNDAY MORNING! 

Palm Sunday - March 28, 2010

Quote of the Day:

"A series of failures may culminate in the best possible result."

Gisela Richter, in My Memoirs; Recollection of an Archaeologist's Life, 1972

HUMILITY

Quote of the Day:  March 27, 2010


"There is a story of a rabbi and a cantor and a humble synagogue cleaner who were preparing for the Day of Atonement. The rabbi beat his breast, and said, 'I am nothing, I am nothing.' The cantor beat his breast and said, 'I am nothing, I am nothing.' The cleaner beat his breast, and said, 'I am nothing, I am nothing.' And the rabbi said to the cantor, 'Look who thinks he's nothing.'"

Alan Paton

GOD AND 

COMMON SENSE

Quote of the Day:  March 26,  2010

"I don't know why it is that the religious never ascribe common sense to God."

W. Somerset Maugham [1874-1965]

ANNUNCIATION

Quote of the Day - Feast of the Annunciation - March 25,  2010

"In Marian piety,
the role of the Trinity
and of Christ
should clearly be seen
as essential and intrinsic.

And this
because Christian worship
is essentially worship of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit,
or as the liturgy says,
worship of the Father
through the Son
in the Holy Spirit.

In the case of Mary, 

everything is related to Christ
and everything depends on him.

It was because of the part 

she was to play
in the life of Christ
that the Father
chose her from all eternity
as the mother full of grace
and adorned her
with gifts of the Spirit
granted to no other."

Pope Paul VI

SIDEWAYS

Sideways conversations ….
When they become our regular conversations,
then is it time to say this relationship
is over – or it needs an overhaul?
You’re telling me you cleaned the bathroom
and swept the garage – and emptied the
dishwasher. Why don’t you just say
you’re angry because you think you’re doing
all the work and I’m doing nothing?
That’s sideways conversations.
This is straight out with it conversation.
So right now tell me what are really
feeling about all this? Talk to me!

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

NEVER WAS # 1

Rejected, not elected,
didn’t get enough votes
that day, but I tried ….

Nobody called,
so I guess I didn’t get the job.

Forgot mom’s birthday.
A call would have made a difference,
even though my sister is her favorite.

Came in 48th out of 89 in the race –
not that bad, not that good….

And Pilate gave the crowd a choice.
Whom to release: Barabbas or Jesus?
And the crowd screamed for Barabbas.

Sometimes it’s going to be a long
day when you come in second place.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2010

YAWN COMMUNICATION

Quote of the Day: May 24, 2010

"A yawn may be defined as a silent yell."


Gilbert Keith Chesterton

GOSSIP

Quote of the Day: March 23, 2010


"Whoever gossips to you will gossip of you."


Spanish Proverb

BEAUTY

Quote of the Day: March 22, 2010

"Glory be to God for dappled things."

Gerard Manley Hopkins [1844-1889], Pied Beauty.