THE BIBLE HAS 

DIFFERENT LITERARY FORMS 

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 4^th Tuesday in Ordinary Time  is, “The Bible Has Different Literary Forms.”

From time to time I think we need to be reminded of something very obvious: “The Bible Has Different Literary Forms.”

For those of you who come to Mass most every day - you hear all kinds of different readings from the Bible. I have discovered that one of the reasons people end up having problems and head scratching with the Bible at times -  is because they forget that there are different kinds of writing in the Bible. For example, they take something literally - when it would be more helpful -  if they took the same passage figuratively.  For example: do you take Genesis 5: 27 literally or figuratively, "In all, Methuselah lived for nine hundred and sixty-nine years; then he died."

LITERARY FORMS

We know the difference between a children’s story - like Jack in the Beanstalk  - and an Obituary. We know the difference between a recipe and the Adam and Eve stories in the Book of Genesis.

And speaking of Adam and Eve,  I assume people love the story of God creating Adam out of the clay of the earth and then breathing the breath of life into him. Then we hear the story of all the animals being brought to Adam and he gives a thumbs down to every one of them as a suitable partner. Well, God then puts Adam into a deep sleep and pulls out one of his ribs and builds a woman with that missing rib. [Cf. Genesis 2] And then we can hear the rabbis down through history telling those who are getting married - you are to be one - you are to embrace each other - rib to rib in love - and to be suitable partners.[1]

I assume that people know that every library has different sections: fiction and non-fiction, a children's section and an adult section - history, poetry, art books and cookbooks, etc. etc. etc.

I assume that people know that the word Bible - comes from the plural of the word - and means books. The Bible is a portable library with all kinds of books and all kinds of literature of a people.

WHAT WE MIGHT NOT KNOW

What we might not know is that this idea of various literary forms was not always such an out-loud and agreed upon principle by everyone in the Catholic Church.

These 4 years now, the Catholic Church is celebrating the 50^th anniversary of the Second Vatican Council: 1962-1965.

One of the key documents of the Second Vatican Council was The Constitution on Revelation - Dei Verbum.

The initial document met with big time criticism. 60 % wanted to send it back to be rewritten. 2/3 or 66 + was necessary for this - so John 23 intervened and said, “Recast the text.”

Chapter 3, # 12 of the finished constitution states loudly and clearly what I said above about “literary forms.” Those very words appear in the document.

I would recommend every person who comes to Mass - especially Daily Mass - that they read that document again - slowly and study it. If you have a computer you can find it on line for free - along with study guides etc.

TODAY’S FIRST READING

So we heard in today’s first reading one more story about David.

I hoped you noticed that it contained one of the world’s great literary forms: that of the 3 wishes.

I’m sure you heard that  literary form in various jokes and cute stories at different times in your life.  It always starts: “You have 3 wishes….”

Because of his sin of counting all the people - perhaps to line up more soldiers - and then depend less on God, David is given 3 wishes: you can have 3 years of famine, 3 months of being hunted down or 3 days of pestilence. David chooses # 3 and our text says, “The Lord then sent a pestilence over Israel from morning to the time appointed and 70,000 of the people died.”

Well, if we understand literary forms and what the Vatican II document on the Bible - Dei Verbum -   is saying, we wouldn’t get hot and bothered about God doing all this. Plagues and drought happen - and people blame God - just as some religious leaders said September 11 happened because of our sins. How many people still say to little kids or to each other, “God punished you!”

TODAY’S GOSPEL

Now today’s gospel has a slightly different type of history than the type of history we are hearing in the Books of Samuel. Yet both have a similar principle. There were basic spoken stories that were told among the community. Then for local situations details were adapted - stressed - or what have you. At some point they are written down - and at times revised. The message is more important than the details. So at times we don't get exactly what Jesus said or did. And that’s the beauty of comparing the 4 gospels. We see this when we hear different preachers come up with different stresses on the text we hear at any specific Mass.

CONCLUSION

It’s my experience that when people first hear this idea about literary forms - they get nervous. However, it's not as much as 50 years ago.  

It's my experience that it's much easier to be a fundamentalist. If the Bible says it - I believe it.

However, in the long run, once you get literary forms, you can have a much richer appreciation of the stories, parables, psalms or songs, different types of history, wisdom literature, and what have you in the Bible.

Moreover, we can avoid arguments by those who have a scientific bent with those who have a fundamentalist bent in interpreting scriptures.

Let me close with a quick story that happened to me.

In 1967 I got my first assignment.  I’m talking at breakfast with this old Redemptorist priest. He mentioned what he was taught - that the world was created in 4004 B.C..  And I said to him: "Impossible! They have rocks that are scientifically shown to be 4 or 5 billions years old. 

His response to my response:  “God created them old.”  

Surprise! He was taught what a Bishop James Ussher  taught - that the world was created Sunday October 23, 4004 B.C. and Adam and Eve were thrown out of the Garden on November 10, 4004 B.C.

Sometimes silence is golden. 


OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Notes:

[1] Hayim Nahman Bialik and Yehoshua Hana Ravnitzky, The Book of Legends, Sefer Ha-Aggadah, Legends from the Talmud and Midrash, Chapter 2, pages 19-22; Bill Moyers, Genesis, A Living Conversation, Chapter 1, "In God's Image," pp. 3-37; "Temptation", pp. 40-69; Naomi Rosenblatt and Joshua Horwitz, What Genesis Teaches Us About Our Spiritual Identity, Sexuality, and Personal Relationships, pp, 23-51.

DESIRING THE MOON

Poem for Today - February 5, 2014

ADAM’S COMPLAINT

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.

The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.

You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads

And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from. 

© Denise Levertov

NOW IS THE WINTER 

OF OUR DISCONTENT 

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is the famous opening line from Shakespeare - from his play King Richard III, “Now is the winter of our discontent….”[1]

The second part of that quote is often left out, “Made glorious summer by this sun of York.”

I’m not sure about this, but I suspect grabbing just the words, “Now is the winter of our discontent” - fulfills a need - to put into words a reality that happens at times: “It’s winter. It’s been miserable at times. And it looks like there’s snow and more messy to come.”

At least that’s what the evening news we were watching last night reported. We don’t wish problems on others - but to be honest - I hope these 3 storms heading east  - head way north of  us.

Being stuck in traffic, in airports, in snow, in cold, or the cost of all this can lead to money problems, or there are family problems - that’s the stuff that can freeze us in a winter of discontent.

Last night these were the thoughts I had while going upstairs to write my homily after watching the evening news on TV. The snow in Chicago, then the weather maps showing  big bands of snow and cold heading east - followed by worse news coming  out of Syria. Children are starving - and over 100,000 people have died in this war going on now for 3 years.

TODAY’S FIRST READING

We’ve been going through some horrible stories about David in these readings from 2nd Samuel lately. Combining those readings with the stuff that happens in today’s Middle East tells me: so what else is new?

Discontent - wars, rumors of wars, it’s the history of our world.

Then today’s first reading continues with the story of Absalom - and today the dramatic description of his death. [Cf. 2 Samuel 18: 9-10, 14-b, 24-25a, 30-19:3]

So you think you have family problems? The scriptures hide nothing when it comes to David’s family problems. Absalom - his name - means: “Source of Peace” is creating big time problems - none of which is peaceful. Of all David’s 17 sons by various women, Absalom caused him the most agita - the most pain.

David - from what we read in these stories - was a disaster as a father. Absalom was a disaster as a son. He killed his older half brother Amnon because Amnon had raped his sister Tamar. The consequences of that killing lasted at least 5 years. Absalom was on the run - but became bolder and bolder - taunting and name calling all kinds of things about  his father - that David  was losing it. He got a coalition together and drove his dad out of Jerusalem barefoot  and empty handed. He took David’s harem - an ultimate insult. Vanity consumed Absalom - especially glorying in his great hair. Then today we hear in this reading  - how fleeing from a group of David’s soldiers - his hair got caught in some branches. Great story telling…. And Joab - one of David’s generals - immediately takes 3 pikes and stabs Absalom in the heart and kills him. [2]

Figuratively this drives one more sharp pike of pain into David’s heart - wishing that his army would have spared his son - in spite of all that they had don to protect. It took a lot of persuasive powers for Joab to convince David that he was worried more about Absalom than those who had stayed loyal to him.

CONCLUSION

Yes life at times can be a long winter - a long season of discontent.

The second part of that line from Shakespeare says: “Made glorious summer by this sun of York.” 

What to do? 

Be patient! Spring and summer will come.

In the meanwhile we can go to Jesus - the Son of Man, the Son of God, and do just what the 2 people in today’s gospel did. Like Jairus we can beg for help, like  the woman with the woman's problems, we can reach out simply to touch the edge of Jesus. 

In other words, let  Jesus  come completely into our  hearts and homes - into the winter of our discontent. Amen.

OOOOOOOOOO

NOTES:

[1] Richard III begins with Gloucester - as in Duke of Gloucester - saying "Now is the winter of our discontent...."  The Winter of our Discontent is also the name of the last  novel by John Steinbeck [1961]  I don't have time, but someone could write about the issue of discontent in this novel - Ethan Allen Hawley with his son Allen - who can be a liar and a cheat - along with Richard III - as well as David and Absalom.

[2] Hubert J. Richards, ABC of the Bible, “Absalom,” page  3. published by Geoffrey Chapman, London, Dublin, Melbourne, 1967, for the National Catechetical Centre, London; John L. McKenzie, Dictionary of the Bible, “Absalom,” page 6, MacMillan Publishing Company, New York. 

PRAYER:  

THE DOORWAY TO GOD

Poem for Today - February 4, 2014

PRAYING

It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

(c) Mary Oliver

from her book, Thirst

THROAT

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Throat!”

Today is the feast of St. Blaise. As you know this feast has the long tradition of the day we can get our throats blessed.

As kids I remember this day very distinctly - remembering the two candles tied together -sometimes with the red bow. Remembering as a kid you could finally get something up here in front of the church - not having received First Holy Communion yet.

As priest I have experienced that this ceremony of the Blessing of Throats has a great pull - and value - and significance.

One reason would be that  it takes place only 1 time a year - although in my life time the Church allows us to do this on the Sunday closest to St. Blaise’s feast day. To me it’s like Ash Wednesday and Palm Sunday. You’re getting something different.

Now - in my opinion - the Church has done some dumb things at times with regards changes - but it has not dropped this practice. I’m sure some purist would say it’s superstitious - or others would say it’s based on mere or sheer legend.

St. Blaise supposedly blessed a kid who got a fish bone caught in his throat.

I’ve heard stories of one or two people dying because of such a problem.

I’ve never given the Heimlich Maneuver. I thought it was interesting that  Henry Heimlich was born on this day - February 3, 1920. He could also be called the Patron Saint of Choking like St. Blaise. As far as I know, he’s not dead yet.  What’s wrong with giving both their due?

In preparing this homily,  I read that the Heimlich Maneuver has been downplayed a bit in recent years.  Other methods should be tried for chocking and drowned victims - like the 5-5 pushes -  into the back and then in the chest. They should also be tried. And I read that in 2003 a Doctor Edward Patrick said he would like to get co-credit with Doctor Henry Judah Heimlich for this procedure.

THROAT

I think about the throat - the front part of the neck. It’s an important bottleneck in the human body - connecting our head to our torso. 

It contains our thyroid and part of the thymus - amongst other things.

It’s contains the highway down which food and drink travel - giving nourishment to the whole body.

It contains the wind pipe - through which air comes in and out of our nose and mouth - going to and from  pass our lungs.

It contains our vocal cords - our voice box - which helps us formulate words - which help us communicate with our world.

SICKNESS BLESSING

We like this blessing because we know that in the colder parts of the northern hemisphere - during the winter months - we tend to get sick in the throat. We get the so called, “sore throat”.  We get laryngitis. We lose our voices.

So it’s a blessing that we can have our throats blessed at this time of the feast of St. Blaise.

As the commentaries say, “We know more about the practice of Blessing of Throats in the history of our church - than over knowing that much about Blaise himself.

I would think the blessing should be first of all to pray for healing of the throat - as the words of the blessing put it for starters.

I would think the blessing should be secondly to pray to have words of blessing to come out of our mouth and not cursing.

I like today’s readings.

In the first reading from 2 Samuel 15: 13-14, 30, 16: 5-13, David allows this guy Shimei to curse him up and down.  I love it when today’s reading has the following: “Abishai, son of Zeruiah, said to the king: ‘Why should this dead dog curse my lord the king? Let me go over, please, and lop off his head.’ As you know head chopping takes place right there at our neck.

And today’s gospel from Mark 5: 1-20 has this crazy guy yelling out - but he doesn’t curse Jesus. In fact, he’s one of the few who really knows who Jesus really is. I always think that in these early stories in the Gospel of Mark, that Mark is being cute and telling us: the crazies are the ones who know who Jesus really is, and the rest of us don’t. And Jesus heals him.

So a good second blessing is that for sweet words to come out of our throat.

And a third blessing could be that we have courage to speak up and strength when we do speak. I’ve noticed that nervousness shows up right here in our neck. Notice when speakers and readers are nervous they do things like touching their throats - or they go “ahem” or softly or roughly clear their throat. 

I would love to know if there is some research done on all this. Maybe it’s a primitive fear that people have about speaking up in gatherings. I wonder if it’s the basic fear that sometimes people got their heads cut off - literally or figuratively - for speaking up.

CONCLUSION

Amen. Let me close with the blessing words that go with this feast - words that every priest and everyone who has blessed throats has said thousands and thousands of  times down through the years and probably in their sleep.

“Through the intercession of St. Blaise - Bishop and Martyr - may you be free of any ailments to your throat and any other sickness. Amen.”

FREEDOM  FROM 

WITHIN ONESELF 

Poem for Today - February 3, 2014

MOVEMENT

Towards not being

anyone else’s center

of gravity.

                A wanting

to love: not

to lean over towards

an other, and fall,

but feel within one

a flexible steel

upright, parallel

to the spine but

longer, from which to stretch;

one’s own

grave springboard;

                the out-flying spirit’s

vertical trampoline.

© Denise Levertov

BEING PRESENT 

IN THE TEMPLE

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Being Present In The Temple.”

This Sunday we’re celebrating the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord in the Temple in Jerusalem.

“PRESENT!”

We all know what the word, “Present!” means.

For starters it’s a gift! A present…. Christmas presents, birthday presents, and other presents. For example, the jewelry stores and your wife or your girlfriend - if you’re not married - are hoping you notice the jewelry ads on TV with the Super Bowl this evening - with February 14 in the wings.

“Present!”

Is the purpose of a present that it's saying to the other: “Present”?

That's the usual meaning of, “Present!”

We’ve all been in classrooms when they have taken attendance - as well as meetings - and our name is called out and we say, “Present!”

And we know from a thousand meetings and a thousand sittings in classrooms and church - we’ve all had out of the body experiences.

We’ve said, “Present!” - but wow we were elsewhere.

If the score is 28 to 3 at half time, if the meeting is boring, if the teacher or preacher is babbling - we know how to be elsewhere - in our easy chairs or hard benches.

“Present!”

TODAY’S GOSPEL

In today’s gospel we heard about Mary and Joseph taking Jesus to the temple in Jerusalem to fulfill what was written in the law of the Lord.

A man named Simeon had heard an inner voice - a gift from the Holy Spirit - that he would not see death without seeing the Christ of the Lord. “Christos’"  is the Greek - meaning "Anointed". It was the chosen word to translate the  Hebrew word "Masiah" - who was the hope - the king - the one who will come and make everything right.

Simeon comes into the temple just at the right time - and experiences Christ the Anointed one - the hoped for One - the Messiah.

That’s the ancient hope. We hear it voiced in today’s first reading from the prophet Malachi.

And in Simeon’s mouth Luke places an early Christian hymn or source - which becomes entitled in Latin, the Nunc Dimittis.  Simeon prays, “Now, Master, you may let your servant go in peace, according to your word, for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you prepared in the sight of all the peoples: a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and glory for your people Israel.”

Next appears in the temple - in the story from Luke - is Anna -  who is listed ad 84 years old - and she too experiences that this child is the one - the chosen one - the one we’ve all been waiting for - to appear - to be present in our midst.

GOD’S ANNOUNCEMENT: I AM WITH YOU ALL DAYS

We believe that God is everywhere - especially when we are nailed to a problem - a suffering - a stress - a cross - and often we voice what Jesus screamed when he was on the cross: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Translation: I can’t hear you God. I can’t hear you saying, “Present!”

Yet with faith - and sometimes with great difficulty - we can make that act of faith.

Isn't that why we have churches - temples - mosques - shrines - dotting our globe?

Here in this town of Annapolis, isn't that the reason why we have the tall steeple - with its cross - high above St. Mary’s  - shining - even on crummy days - to give us a lift. 

I've noticed from certain windows at the Anne Arundel Medical Center - one can see St. John Neumann’s Church as well.

This is also why - as Herman Melville puts it - right there in beginning of the his book, Moby Dick, that everyone goes to the waters. We stand there at the shore - looking out at the ocean - knowing there’s more here than meets the eye. There's the great underneath - the different, danger, vastness, mystery, as well as life - below the surface. No water. No life.

We know this as we look at the moon and Mars and stars. No water. No life.  But maybe …. maybe …. maybe there is. 

We also look up at the vast skies - knowing by the year 3000 - telescopes still won’t see the far outer wall of the universe - whatever there is out there.

So we look up at the night stars - the dark spaces between the stars - and we sometimes pause and say, “God! Where are You? And sometimes - we do hear God saying, “Present!”

Isn’t that why someone or someone’s suggested or decided to put stars on our ceiling here - to remind us to look up?

“Present.”

Once more, isn’t that why we have churches - to remind us of the presence of God here and there and everywhere - especially when we feel God is nowhere to be found?

How many times have we been somewhere else and we see a church we've never been in before. We walk in. We’re alone or with the family. We think the place is empty. Then we hear a bench creak - and we see in the afternoon semi-darkness - someone sitting quietly by herself or himself - behind a pole or off to the corner.

So we sit down - or kneel down. We spot the red light from the tabernacle or light coming through the stained glass windows or the flicker of a dozen vigil lights and we pray for the intention of the persons who lit those candles that are keeping vigil for them in prayer.

Presence. 

Sometimes God says, “Present” and we hear God.

And we walk out of that church and things seem different for a while.

BEING PRESENT: A THEME TO THINK ABOUT

The title of my homily is, “Being Present In the Temple.”

Talk to each other - namely your spouse or your family or your friends about moments in your life - when you were in a church - and you had a God experience - or you had a healing experience - or you had a sacred moment - when it all made sense - when it all came together.

Being priest I’ve heard about lots of these moments from lots of people.

Let me just give you two moments of presence.

A man has 7 kids - 4 of whom were married. That raises the number to 11. He and his wife made it 13. And they have 7 grandkids already. That makes the number in the party 20.  He tells me they were camping - yes camping one summer - as a different kind of a vacation. It’s Sunday morning. The night before they asked around and found out there was a small Catholic chapel 17 miles away - and there was one Sunday Mass there - and it was at 9 AM. They went - and there was hardly any room in what was basically a chapel somewhere in Tennessee. Well, with the priest who did a circuit of Masses on the weekend  - that made the number 21 - and then there were 8 people - parishioners - 4 couples - so that made it  29 people present for that Mass that Sunday.

Well the man who told me this story told me that  it was the most beautiful Mass he ever went to in his life.  He said he felt so Catholic, so one with the whole Catholic Church around the world -  in that small chapel that Sunday morning. Then when camping that week the family talked about how nice the Mass was that Sunday. The parishioners - 4 older couples and a priest - were so happy to see the addition at their church of 20 Catholics - this family who were camping in their area  - that one of the couples invited the 20 for breakfast  along with the priest and the other 3 couples - to their house. And they feasted and had fun and they sat and talked for about 4 hours - and everyone found out who everyone was. Ooops. After a quick bite, the priest had to run after for another Mass in another small chapel at 12 o'clock - some 50 miles away.

The man said that Mass made coming to church ever since then different and more life giving.

Second moment….

I’m working in St. Alphonsus Retreat House in the Poconos. It’s around 1980. On Saturday night - we had all night vigil before Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. I finished benediction - and all the retreatants except one - leave the chapel. That one guy has a half hour or 20 minutes of prayer - alone with the Lord. There is a list outside the chapel - for who comes next and next through the night. The lights are turned down - leaving the candles on the altar for the light.  Without thinking I was jotting something down in a note pad in the sacristy. Then - I walked out of the sacristy - which was behind the altar - I walk past the altar - past the guy in the kneeler - praying - but he wasn’t there. It was dark - and I trip over him. He was laying on the floor in front of the altar praying.

“Ooops!,” I say as I tripped. The guy says, “No problem Father. I’m just praying.”

The next day the guy, his name was Leonard - and yes he was Len the Plumber - but not the one from around here. He sees me and I say, “I hope I didn’t hurt you by stepping on you last night.” 

“No, of course not,” he says. The guy was about 6 foot 4 inches - 280 pounds. 

Then I say, “What’s with the prayer on the floor?” 

He says, “That’s my Lord and my God there in the Blessed Sacrament.”

Then he pauses. Then for some reason he tells me the following. “Father two years ago we were digging out this big hole to get to some pipes. Well one of my sons was down deep in the hole. And the hole was deep. We should have used a caisson - but we were stupid. Well the whole thing caved in on him and he was trapped well below ground. I  grabbed a shovel and started digging, digging, digging, praying, praying, praying to the Lord - and suddenly my shovel hit him in the head and I said, ‘Thank You Jesus, thank You.’ I dug right there harder and harder and got to his mouth. I didn’t care if I was cutting him. I had to get him breathing. With God’s help I saved him.”

Then he paused, “So that’s who I’m praying to when I’m praying - the God who saved my son. Why wouldn’t I be laying on the ground thanking him for all he did for us. Praise God.”

I was glad I tripped over Leonard that night in that chapel - because otherwise I wouldn’t have known that story - a story that I have never forgotten - and that was from around 1980.

CONCLUSION

When we come to church - maybe the best thing to do - is just sit here quietly for a moment - and then hear God call our name - and we say, “Present!”  Or would it be better to just sit here for a moment and listen and hear God say, “Present!”

BE HAPPY

Poem for Today -  February 2, 2014  

HAPPINESS

I asked professors who teach the meaning of life
            to tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss
             the work of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile
             as though I was trying to fool with them.
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out
             along the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees
             with their women and children
             and a keg of beer and an accordion.

Carl Sandburg

EVENING PRAYER

Poem for Today

EVENING

Here dies another day
during which I have had
eyes, ears, hands
and the great world round me;
and with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

IT STARTS WITH PAIN ....

IT ALWAYS DOES....

Poem for Today - January 31, 2014

THE MITE

I am the least

Of living things,

A cell, a seed,

A spiral chromosome,

A tendril in the sea.

I know how mystery began,

And why the roots

Of purpose feed on pain.

© Boynton Merrill, Jr.
On top a picture ofa yellow mite.
 I found it  in  Wikipedia. Check it out.
"Historically, mites have been difficult 
to study because of their minute size. 
But now, ARS scientists 
are freezing mites in their tracks 
and using scanning electron microscopy
 to observe them in detail.
 Here a yellow mite, Lorryia formosa, 
commonly found on citrus plants, 
is shown among some fungi. 
False color. Magnified about 850x."

BITTERNESS

Poem for Today - January 30, 2014

A BITTERNESS

I believe you did not have a happy life.

I believe you were cheated.

I believe your best friends were loneliness and misery.

I believe your busiest enemies were anger and depression.

I believe joy was a game you could never play 

        without stumbling.

I believe comfort, though you craved it, was forever 

        a stranger.

I believe music had to be melancholy or not at all.

I believe no trinket, no precious metal, shone so bright

as your bitterness.

I believe you lay down at last in your coffin none 

       the wiser and unassuaged.

Oh, cold and dreamless under the wild, amoral, reckless,

peaceful flowers of the hillsides.

© Mary Oliver, page 43

in New and Selected Poems,

Volume One, Beacon Press,

Boston, 1992

Questions: 

Did Mary Oliver think this as a silent eulogy for someone she knew - and died?

If this were me - and I read this - what would I do next? 

Does this sound true for someone you know? I've lived with priests who fit the description of the person in this piece - and I didn't know what to do. I felt very  sad. Wooooooo! I often wondered, "What happened to them that they turned out like this?"

MAN CAVE 

Poem for Today - January 29, 2014

THE CAVE

Sometimes when the boy was troubled he would go

          To a littIe cave of stone above the brook

And build a fire just big enough to glow

          Upon the ledge outside, then sit and look.

Below him was the winding silver trail

          Of water from the upIand pasture springs,

And meadows where he heard the calling quail;

          Before him was the sky, and passing wings.

The tang of willow twigs he lighted there,

          Fragrance of meadows breathing slow and deep,

The cave’s own musky coolness on the air,

          The scent of sunlight ... all were his to keep.

We had such places -- cave or tree or hill . . .

          And we are lucky if we keep them still.

© Glen W. Dresbach

“The Cave” 

by Glen W. Dresbach:

 from Glen W. Dresbach’s 

Collected Poems. 

the Caxton Printers, Ltd. 

Caldwell, Idaho.

SAINT THOMAS AQUINAS

INTRODUCTION

The title of my sermon  is, St. Thomas Aquinas. In this sermon I just want to give 10 comments about St. Thomas Aquinas - hopefully interesting ones.  So this is what I came up with from my homework last night in preparing this short 2 page talk.

1) Today - January 28^th, we celebrate the feast of St. Thomas Aquinas. It’s not the anniversary of his death, but the date of the publication of his Summa. He died March 7^th, 1274 - about 49 of age.

2) He was a quiet Italian boy whose parents planned on him being a Benedictine - an abbot - probably in Monte Cassino.  Nope! He ends up a Dominican - with parents dead against that idea. He studies in Naples, Paris, Germany and teaches in Paris and Rome, etc.

3) During his last few days of life he could be seen on a donkey heading for the Second Council of Lyons. He bangs his head on the branch of a fallen tree - gets brutally sick and dies a short time later. I like that scene. It sort of follows the same path as Jesus riding on a donkey into Jerusalem Palm Sunday - and then dies the following Friday.

4) He wrote 2 massive works - two Summa’s - or Summaries of what he was thinking and what he was teaching. First the Summa Contra Gentiles [1265-1264] and  then the Summa Theologica (1265-1274).  

5) His method was very thorough: state a question as clear as possible.  Then present the opposing positions - each with the best arguments. Then pick the arguments apart before you present what you believe to be the truth along with the best possible arguments.

6) Some say the best book on Aquinas is called, St. Thomas Aquinas - The Dumb Ox  by G.K. Chesterton.  I’ve read the following: as  biography it’s weak; as to research, it’s also weak. However,  because Chesterton was a huge genius, he captures the essence of Aquinas, Next, for some,  the book can be a tough read. Yet, for some who read it, it becomes the best book on Aquinas and the best book of their life. It has helped lead various folks into the Catholic Church.

7) Staying with Chesterton, I like the comparison between him and Aquinas. Supposedly,  Aquinas was a big man. How big, how fat, we don’t know. Chesterton was also a big man. That we know.  G.K. Chesterton wrote, "St. Thomas was a huge heavy bull of a man, fat and slow and quiet; very mild and magnanimous but not very sociable; shy, even apart from the humility of holiness; and abstracted, even apart from his occasional and carefully concealed experiences of trance or ecstasy.” When Chesterton died, his coffin was too big to be carried through the door, so he  had to be lowered from the window like a piano. When they were trying to help Aquinas to escape from his own home and get to the Dominicans, supposedly he too was lowered out of window - but in a basket and to freedom.

8) Chesterton liked food. As a teacher and theologian, Aquinas loved to go from the stuff right in front of us - the stuff on the table - the stuff that we know from our senses. and have them bring us to God. His 5 proofs of God - go from the known to the unknown. See the earth moving, someone had to get it started. That Prime Mover is God. See a chair, know there is a chair maker. I read that the key Latin saying and principle that Thomas Aquinas used is: "Nihil est in intellectu quod non fuerit prius in sensu." (Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses). What we see, hear, taste and touch, cab move from the eyes - from the senses -  to the mind - to theology - to God. Speaking of people, how else would God come to us,  but  as a baby, Speaking of food, how else would God feed us, but by bread and wine. Jesus comes as the answer to human hunger and thirst for God.

9) Expect conflict in life! If we speak up,  if we think and then publish our thoughts, if we innovate, expect criticism. St. Thomas had some of his stuff condemned and blackballed. That’s part and parcel of the history of theology in the Catholic Church. It takes time and study - to come to the truth. This was the history of many theologians in the Catholic Church. Life: expect problems, struggles and controversy.

10) Conclusion:  In the long run St. Thomas Aquinas said, “In comparison to God, everything I wrote seems like straw.” Translation for me: Don’t take oneself so seriously.  Be able to laugh at life.

LIFE - A PIANO RECITAL

Poem for Today - January 28, 2014

At Becky's Piano Recital

She screws her face up as she nears the hard parts,
Then beams with relief as she makes it through,
Just as she did listening on the edge of her chair
To the children who played before her,
Wincing and smiling for them
As if she doesn't regard them as competitors
And is free of the need to be first
That vexes many all their lives.
I hope she stays like this,
Her windows open on all sides to a breeze
Pungent with sea spray or meadow pollen.
Maybe her patience this morning at the pond
Was another good sign,
The way she waited for the frog to croak again
So she could find its hiding place and admire it.
There it was, in the reeds, to any casual passerby
Only a fist-sized speckled stone.
All the way home she wondered out loud
What kind of enemies a frog must have
To make it live so hidden, so disguised.
Whatever enemies follow her when she's grown,
Whatever worry or anger drives her at night from her room
To walk in the gusty rain past the town edge,
Her spirit, after an hour, will do what it can
To be distracted by the light of a farmhouse.
What are they doing up there so late,
She'll wonder, then watch in her mind's eye
As the family huddles in the kitchen
To worry if the bank will be satisfied
This month with only half a payment,
If the letter from the wandering son
Really means he's coming home soon.
Even old age won't cramp her
If she loses herself on her evening walk
In piano music drifting from a house
And imagines the upright in the parlor
And the girl working up the same hard passages.

“At Becky's Piano Recital” 

by Carl Dennis, from 

New and Selected Poems 

1974–2004. © Penguin Poets, 2004.