THE INVISIBLE IS REAL

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 5^th Wednesday in Ordinary Time is, “The Invisible Is Real!”

Really?

How many times have we had the thought: “Hey there’s something going on around here and I don’t know what it is”?

How many times have we sat on an empty porch overlooking the ocean - or the back yard - all by ourselves - and we knew there was a God - and no words are spoken.

THINKING IS INVISIBLE

There are about 500 of us here in this church right now.

No one knows what any one of us here is thinking right now - what anyone here is talking to themselves about right now - but all of us here are thinking and talking to ourselves right now.

Really?

We can guess. We do guess. Some of us are better than others in reading body language - but sometimes what looks like chicken salad is really tuna salad.

Okay, some of us might be sleeping - but as you know the brain is working even when we are sleeping

What those dreams and words and thoughts are - they are invisible - inaudible.

MOTIVES

Someone - after a Mass was over - once told me something they were thinking during a homily I was giving. Something I said triggered in them something Father Pat Lynch had said in a homily.  Pat took two of his fingers and walked them along the edge of the pulpit - saying, “Nobody ever saw a motive walking down the street.”

I don’t remember what I preached that day - but I’ve always remembered what that person said that day about motives from Father Pat Lynch. I thank that person for remember what Pat said. I’ve  used that idea or that example many times down through the years. It’s simple: just let your fingers do the walking.

Motives are invisible.

Motive …. motives …. sometimes we know our motives - sometimes we don’t.  I hold that most of the time we don’t.

Moreover, our motives change as we change.

For example: Why our parents had us - that reason is invisible. At first they might have wanted to have a family. Then at some point - our mom became pregnant. Things change - big time - at pregnancy time. Some of us were surprises - some of us were planned - some of us were really wanted.

Then the  reason why they had us changed a bit when they saw us for the first time. Specifics…. Particulars …. Seeing…. All make a difference.

The visible affects and effects the invisible.

Yet the reasons are invisible. 

Ok, reasons and motives  can be stated. They can be attempts to make audible and visible by words what's going on inside. Then when they heard us say our first word or saw us take our first steps - new reasons why they had us appear on their screen.

Still ….  Much of life is unconscious. Invisible.... The reason they had us keeps changing. Reasons remain invisible.

Then when they saw us dancing or singing or running up and down steps in a batman suit with a cape - or saw us go to Pre-K - then they discovered new reasons why they brought us into the world - and then these reasons change - develop -  again - and again - and again - and again.

The reasons are real  - but they are invisible.

The reasons change again when we graduate or get great marks or make a great shot in basketball or we are on stage.

I'm trying to remain positive here. Of course, the negative - impacts motives and reasons as well. 

But let me stick with the positive....

I’ve seen parents and grandparents in these benches here at St. Mary’s for baptisms and weddings. As they sit here watching a couple get married they cry and say, “It was all worth it.”  Then see grandkids baptized and more reasons appear why they had us and why they worked to make life the best for us.

The title of my homily is: “The Invisible Is Real!”

What I’m saying in various ways is: The invisible keeps changing.

Which is more important: the visible or the invisible? 

No contest!

TODAY’S READINGS

Today’s first reading from 1 Kings  10: 1-10 - tells the story of the Queen of Sheba.  This one story of this woman has kept her memory alive for some 2900 years now.

Her name appears in Ethiopian legends.... And many a parent in my time said to a daughter, “Who do you think you are: the Queen of Sheba?”

She hears about Solomon - so as the story goes, she travels a long distance to see Solomon.

Notice  - when she gets there - she sees signs of his wisdom and she sees all kinds of signs of his visible wealth.

Which overwhelms her the most: wisdom or wealth?

She seems to be impressed with spices and camels, gold and where people are seated.

She seems to be impressed with Solomon's vast palace, the great meals, the classy servants.

She hears his wisdom.

We’ve all been in small houses and big houses. Then there are the homes that can overwhelm us.

I’m sure if we walked into Lebron James' house and saw the rooms and the pool and the pool table and the stuff - I would go wow.

I know I've said that when I saw him play basketball.

I think there are house tours here in Annapolis.  I know there are lectures here at Annapolis.

Which would impress us more: wealth or wisdom?

In today’s gospel - Mark 7: 14-23 -  Jesus continues to challenge the Scribes and the Pharisees. They are off on visible rules and regulations. You can eat this food and you can’t eat that food. You have to wash your hands. You have to follow the traditions.

Jesus moves right into the issue of the invisible. There are things we eat and there are things that eat us.

He says it’s not the stuff from the outside. That stuff goes down the drain. The stuff that drain us are: “evil thoughts, unchastity, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, licentiousness, envy, blasphemy, arrogance, folly.”

They are all invisible.

They are the possible poisons of the heart. Ugh.

That’s the stuff Jesus wants us to make visible - in our heart and in our mind - so as to work against them dominating our lives and our desires.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, “The Invisible Is Real!”

God is invisible. 

Of course we picture God - and deepest law is to avoid idolatry - in all its forms.

As Christians we believe this invisible God became visible in a baby - Christ.

Now that's a difficult act of faith to make! No wonder some crucified this Word Made Flesh Who Dwelt Amongst Us.

Nobody knows the stuff of the human heart  - but ourselves sometimes and - with faith - we believe that Jesus wanders and probes around in the human heart - with a two edged sword as we hear in Hebrews 4:12-13 - and we and our motives can be uncovered and challenged as we are called to make an account of of ourselves.

Call out to Christ. Check things out with him. Grow and Know with Him. Amen.

EVERYDAY 

TASKS AND DESIRES

February 12, 2014 - Poem for Today

An old life

Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
I broomed snow off the car
and drove to the Kearsarge Mini-Mart
before Amy opened
to yank my Globe out of the bundle.
Back, I set my cup of coffee
beside Jane, still half-asleep,
murmuring stuporous
thanks in the aquamarine morning.
Then I sat in my blue chair
with blueberry bagels and strong
black coffee reading news,
the obits, the comics, and the sports.
Carrying my cup twenty feet,
I sat myself at the desk
for this day's lifelong
engagement with the one task and desire.

©  Donald Hall

PUTTING YOUR 
HEART INTO IT!

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 5th Tuesday in Ordinary Time is, “Putting Your Heart Into It.”

I like to look at and be reminded of the issue of being real and not mechanical - or robotic - when it comes to living life - and living it to the full. 

It’s difficult to do this.

The first couple of years of marriage or on the job - yes - but after that - difficult.

Yet we can get through a lot when we put things on automatic pilot.

However, as a result we can miss each other like ships or planes passing each other in the night.

I see Christ right here in the middle of this issue of functionalism vs. personalism.

When talking about Christ and Eucharist we use two phrases at times: real presence and holy communion.

How about applying those 2  terms - not only how we are with Christ in communion - but how we are in Christ with each other in reality. Now that’s a very difficult transubstantiation.

TODAY’S READINGS

Today’s readings trigger this theme for me when it comes to worship.

There’s Solomon in today’s first reading from 1^st Kings. Israel finally has a temple. Solomon, the king, is standing at the altar leading the worship. I noticed that the Bible commentaries on all this say  the king was both priest and king on solemn occasions. [1 Kings 8:22-23,, 27-30]

I hear Solomon praying the prayer in today’s first reading - with full presence - tight  intent - communion with both God and the people. At least that’s the ideal - and it’s good to have ideals in mind - especially when it comes to praying with the heart.

I don’t know about you - but I know it when I’m present and when I’m absent when I say Mass - and that’s why I’m want to preach on this today. It’s a reminder and I need reminders.

I hear Jesus getting right at this theme in today’s gospel - when he says, “These people honor me with their lips - but their hearts are far from me.” He says the Pharisees and the Scribes are into externals - traditions - lip syncing life - and using the laws to their own benefit - like putting money in the collection boxes in the temple as a way of not putting money into their parents hands and care.[Mark 7:1-13]

NO, NO NANETTE

On this topic, on this point, I am often reminded of a moment on Broadway - when I went with a whole retreat house staff to see a revival of the musical, No, No, Nanette. We had horrible seats at a Wednesday afternoon matinee. We were off to the side - up in those little balconies - and we could only see the front of the stage.

Surprise, we had a perfect view of the orchestra pit. Surprise - I got a reminder for life on what not to do - when reading the readings at Mass or saying the prayers at Mass. A violinist - had on his music stand - not the music - but The New York Daily News - and that’s what he read while playing flawlessly the music score of No No Nanette.

That’s what I mean by being on automatic pilot.  That’s what I mean by not putting our heart into it. That’s what I mean by not giving another real presence - and not being in Holy Communion with each other. 

CONCLUSION

Let me close this homily entitled, “Putting Your Heart Into It” with an example that  I read somewhere along the line. I also try to keep this story in mind  not only when I’m celebrating Mass but also when I’m sitting with just one person.

In a locked section of a psych ward somewhere on the planet was this lady who hadn’t said a word in 5 years. They would walk her around - feed her - sit her - but she was catatonic. I can relate to this because I’m also aware that this can happen during sermons. One sees a lot from up here.

Well, this lady was sitting -  looking out a big window into a field in front of her. Every week a psychiatrist would come in and sit next to her - sometimes hold her hand - but basically he would just sit there with her in silence for 5 minutes.

Well this one morning he comes in and says his regular, “Hi Mrs. X.” He sits down next to her with a cup of coffee or tea in hand.

She sits there staring into space.

Well, the Doctor starts thinking about what he’s going to have for lunch or his plans for the weekend and the lady turns to him and says, “Please don’t leave me like that.” 

OOOOO

Painting on top: Solomon Dedicating the Temple in Jerusalem - by James Tissot or follower, [c.1896-1902]

SLOW DISCOVERY

Poem for Today: February 11, 2014

SELF-PORTRAIT

I resemble everyone
but myself, and sometimes see
in shop-windows
despite the well-known laws
of optics,
the portrait of a stranger,
date unknown,
often signed in a corner
by my father. 

© A. K. Ramanujan
Painting: Art by 
arenee.blogspot.com

TOUCHING THE 

EDGE OF GOD 

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 5th Monday in Ordinary Time is, “Touching the Edge of God.”

Obviously we are here in this church to touch and be touched by God.

When we meet each other, we touch each other - a hand shake, a hug, a nod, a word, an eye to eye look - a smile.

When we have a moving experience, we say at times, “I was touched.”  Or, “How touching!”

Sometimes we touch our own heart - when we talk about being touched.

TODAY’S READINGS

Today’s Gospel from Mark 6: 53-56 tells of crowds of people moving towards Jesus after he landed at Gennesaret - wanting to see him - wanting to be healed by him - and then comes the word, “touch”. 

Listen to the last sentence again: “Whatever villages or towns or countryside he entered, they laid the sick in the marketplaces and begged him that they might touch only the tassel on his cloak; and as many as touched it were healed.” [Mark 6:56]

Hapto is the Greek word used here: to fasten, to cling to, to have fellowship with, to be in communion with, to adhere.

Kraspedon is the Greek word used here - and it means the edge, the border, the hem, the tassel which could be part of a pious Jew’s garment.

The title of my homily is, “Touching the Edge of God.”

These people were there to try to get in touch with God to be healed.

Today’s first reading from the First Book of Kings brings us into the temple of Solomon - the temple that David failed to build. We move from the tent to the temple.[Cf. 1 Kings 7:1-7, 9-13]

That’s the history of so many churches and temples - moving from the temporary to the permanent.

Notice in today’s first reading - all the symbols and stuff of the temple - the ark and the angels, the stone tablets and the clouds. I’m assuming that’s the clouds of smoke probably from censors - but I’m not sure about that for sure.

SO WHY DO WE COME TO CHURCH?

So why do we come to Church - temple - Holy Place?

I’m assuming the answer is absolutely basic: to touch at least the edge of God and to have God touch us.

To have an edge….

I always remember a family getting out of their car when I was getting out of my car - here at a 12:10 Mass. I had never seen them before. I saw them inside. They looked worried. They said they were not from around here - but were just up at the Anne Arundel Medical Center and their mom was dying and they asked up there for the nearest Catholic Church.

They were doing just what the folks in the gospel were doing: needing to touch God - and be touched by God in return.

I didn’t have time to research the meaning of  the last part of today’s first reading - the comment about the dark cloud.

Let me repeat it. Let me read it again:

When the priests left the holy place,
the cloud filled the temple of the LORD
so that the priests could no 
longer minister                  

because of the cloud,
since the LORD’s glory had filled 

the temple of the LORD.
Then Solomon said, “The LORD 
intends to dwell in the dark cloud;

I have truly built you a princely house,
a dwelling where you may 
abide forever.”

I can imagine that. I can picture that. 

It also struck me that folks come to God more in times of dark clouds - than in bright clouds.

Having thought that I heard God laughing and saying, “Hello, it’s obvious, isn’t it?”

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, “Touching the Edge of God.”

A prayer:

               God the Father, we are here today 

               to touch and be touched by you.

               God the Son, Lord Jesus Christ, 

               we are here today to touch 

               not just the edge of your garment,

               but to receive you in communion 

               that you come into the center 

               of this temple, called me.

               God the Holy Spirit, be the cloud - 

               always over me in both bright times 

               and in dark times. Amen.

O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O

NOTES:

Painting on top: Standing on the Edge by Denise Shea

JUST ME

Poem for Today - February 10, 2014

SELF-PORTRAIT

Last Sunday morning,

Sitting on the tram

I found myself beside a priest,

A fat and gloomy man.
I looked over his shoulder
And I read “Nunquam”.

Now I happened to be reading

“Les Amours de Madame”

And even though he scowled at me

I didn’t give a damn.
And that just shows you
The sort I am.

© Frank O’Connor

IMPACT

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 5^th Sunday in Ordinary Time - Year A - is, “Impact.”

I   M   P   A  C   T! - “Impact.”   I  M  P  A  C  T!

That’s the theme that hit me when I read today’s readings.

“Impact.”

WE KNOW WHAT IMPACT MEANS

We know what impact means.

When we walk into a room - something happens - well not always.

Better: when we walk into some rooms - something happens.

When we come home - up the driveway - into the office - into the classroom - into the doctor’s office - into church - down the aisle - something happens.

I call it the “Oh yes!” or “Oh no!” vote.

I'm sure none of us want to get the "What a jerk!" or worse vote.

Through the years the 1/3-1/3-1/3 rule has always helped me.

1/3 like you; 1/3 don’t like you; 1/3 don’t care.

I was kidding myself with that rule - because I just read in The Tablet, a British Catholic magazine different numbers. In a letter to the Editor a Father Terry Martin was replacing an outstanding priest. He was telling another priest that this appointment made him nervous - that is, till this other priest said, “Terry, five per cent of the people will love you, five percent will hate you and the other 90 per cent just want to come to Mass.” [1]

I like those numbers better. 

So here we are at Mass and my homily is about “Impact.”  

May Jesus impact 100% of us today.

FOR STARTERS: OUR WORDS HAVE IMPACT

I remember a priest saying out loud: “I was walking down the aisle - as the singing began - and I heard someone say, “Oh no!”

I guess one of the 5 per centers was loud that day.

Then he said, “I heard those two words for the rest of  the Mass.”

And I thought to myself, “You’re still hearing them!" Bummer.

Maybe there’s an advantage to having poor hearing.

When I heard that comment I remembered a poem by Countee Cullen called, “Incident”.

INCIDENT

Once riding in old Baltimore,

Heart filled, head-filled with glee,

I saw a Baltimorean

Kept looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,

And he was no whit bigger,

And so I smiled, but he poked out

His tongue, and called me, “Nigger.”

I saw the whole of Baltimore

From May until December’

Of all the things that happened there

That’s all that I remember.[2]

For starters, words have impact.

I remember a moment during a men’s weekend retreat - from around the year 1980. It was Saturday evening and we were having an open forum.  There were about 85 men were in this big room. I don’t remember what triggered the following - but I remembered the words that followed.

An old guy in the back of the room - raised his hand - stood up and said: “There we were at the kitchen table - many, many years ago. My older brother and I were in grammar school. We were sitting there - with our dad.”

“My dad said to my older brother. ‘You’ll be graduating from grammar school next June and we’re going to get you into a great high school. Then you’ll graduate from high school and you’ll go to a great college and then you can become anything you want. You’ll be a great engineer, doctor, lawyer. You’ll going to do great things with your life.”

And the man then said, “Hearing that I said to my dad, ‘Dad, dad, what’s going to happen to me?’"

“And my dad turned to me and said, ‘You? You’ll never amount to anything.’ And pointing to his shoe, my dad said, ‘You’re not worth the sole of my shoe.’”

Silence. Silence. Silence.

Silence filled the room. 

And the man was crying. Then he said, “And my dad was right. I never amounted to anything.”

More silence.

The impact of that moment has stayed with me some 30 plus years now. I’ve often thought about that man and those men. I’m sure that was the most powerful retreat moment in their years of coming on retreat  - well for some of them - I hope more than 5 per cent of them.

I know that made me revisit the old saying we heard as kids: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”

Obviously, the opposite is true.

In fact, words might hurt more than sticks and stones.

So take some moments this week and reflect upon the words of your life - the words that have impacted you.

What was the worse thing anyone ever said to or at you?

What was the nicest thing anyone ever said to you?

How did that impact you?

Why come to church? 

Isn't it to bring into our ears the words of Jesus - to bring into our being Jesus who can heal us? Isn't it to walk out of this church after Mass today and make an impact for good in our world this week?

TODAY’S READINGS

Today’s first reading doesn’t  talk about impact directly.[3]

Today’s gospel talks directly about  impact.[4]

Today’s first reading talks about sharing our bread with the hungry, sheltering the oppressed and the homeless, clothing the naked and not turning our back on our own.

Today’s first reading talks about removing false accusations and malicious speech - then …. Then Isaiah says if we do that -  our light will break forth like the dawn - our wounds will be healed - our being whom we are supposed to be will happen.

Today’s gospel has Christ using 2 images - 2 metaphors about impact.

We know when there is salt on the potato chip or pretzel - just watch people lick the salt on a big pretzel - and see their smile.

We know when there is a light on in the room.  We know when a car coming towards us in the dark has its bright lights on. Impact.

We’re flying at 14,000 feet - at night over the ocean - and it’s all dark down there. But if there are not clouds we might spot a boat with it’s lights on - or another plane in the beautiful black sky - but if we go over land - we know where the cities are.

So Jesus tells us in today’s gospel: “A city set on a mountain cannot be hidden.” Impact.

IMPACT

So Christianity - Christ - Church - wants to have people all over our world who make an impact for goodness, kindness, giving, all over the world.

Earlier I spoke on the power of words. I said I disagreed with the old saying about sticks and stones will break our bones - but names will never hurt us.

On the other hand, there is an old saying we all seem to still agree upon. We hear it repeated in our words at least once a week, "Action speaks louder than words."

I love it that salt and light don’t have a mouth.

I love it that they both are silent.

Yet we know it when the light is on. Yet we know it when there is salt on the table - or the potato chip - or those big delicious pretzels with the great salt licks on them.

Christ wants every office, every work place, every family, every classroom, every team, every group, every organization, every bookclub, every parish, to have at least one Christian.

As Paul says in today’s second reading: It’s me. That person is me. I walk into every room I enter into proclaiming Jesus by my life. He says that he comes with fear and trembling.[5]

Exactly - we should fear and tremble because our lives can make a difference for good or for bad - by the words we say - but especially by the example we set on the table.

We should have fear and trembling because there are people out there who are impacted by our words - by our silent example - by our lives - for a lifetime.

CONCLUSION

I was watching the opening ceremonies for the Olympics Friday night. Putin and Russia want to make an impact for goodness around the world - for all the people around the world watching. The TV talked about the negatives …. dogs in the street - a tough history - buildings not finished - human rights abuses - anti gay stuff - etc. etc. etc.

They are hoping the Olympic Moment in their country has a positive impact that outweighs the negatives.

Don’t we all? Don’t we all.

Doesn’t Christ as well?

So this day, this week, let’s be salt and light on the tables in the rooms we’re in - that people will know without knowing it - that’s what we’re there for. 

Salt and light: there when wanted; there when needed. 

OOOOOOO

NOTES:

[1]  The Tablet, February 1, 2014,  Letters, page.18

[2] Countee Cullen [1903-1946]

[3] Isaiah 58: 7-10

[4] Matthew 5: 13-16

[5] 1 Corinthians 2: 1-5

SECOND  CHANCES 

Poem for Today  - February 9, 2014

THE FISH

I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled with barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
- the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly-
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
- It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
- if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels- until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go. 

© Elizabeth Bishop

TIME TO LOOK IN THE MIRROR

Poem for February 8, 2014

LOVE AFTER LOVE

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life. 

© Derek Walcott

REVERSE THEOLOGY

The first shall be last ....
Sorry! The pay is the same, no matter
what time you enter the vineyard ....
Lost sheep, coins, and children are found ....
Rocks and sins are dropped ....
When insulted, turn the other cheek ….

When needed, go the extra mile….

Give the shirt off your back ....

Forgive seventy times seven times ….

Sometimes there are weeds

that grow along with the wheat!

Get used to them….

Plant mustard seeds ….

Blessed are the poor in spirit ….

The treasure, the pearl, is there,

so keep searching. If you’re wise,

or if you're blessed, you’ll find it ….

God is not what you expect ….

God starts as a baby ….
God is Jewish with a name "Jesus" ....

God ends up as if a criminal on a cross ….

In the meanwhile, God walks around as

a king who washes feet 
and allows a woman to wash his feet
and dry them with her hair .... Now
that's different - and add some perfume ....
God pushes peace and in the meanwhile
don't miss the birds of the air - and 
smell the flowers in the fields ....
Jesus  feeds the hungry with bread and fish ….

Serves the best wine last ….

The crazies know who he is ….

Those with their nose in the air don’t….

Reads faces, eyes, minds, hearts ….

Heals the blind, the lame, and the deaf….

Eats with sinners and dines with them….

A carpenter who knows where the fish are ….

Someone who knew what love really is:

giving yourself like you’re bread -

so others can eat you up - and as a

result we can all be in communion

with each other…. and surprise,

you better get used to this one:

for wine to become wine,

you’re going to be crushed….

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2014

IS IT GOOD TO BE THE KING?

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 4^th Friday in Ordinary Time is a question for all of us, “Is It Good To Be The King?”

Or Queen for that matter?

TODAY’S READINGS

The topic came up because in today’s 2 readings we have stories that come out of the life of two different kings.

The first reading is from the Book of Sirach. It’s a summary of praises for King David. For these first four weeks of Ordinary Time we’ve had readings from the 1^st and 2^nd Book of Samuel - all stories that lead up to the Great King David of Israel - who ruled for 40 years.[Cf. Sirach 47:2-11]

Today’s gospel features a story about King Herod the Tetrarch - one of the 4 King Herods in the Scriptures. This is the one who has John the Baptist beheaded.[Cf. Mark 6: 14-29]

MOVIE

In the movie History of the World, Part One, Mel Brooks is the king.  In some of the scenes - I can’t mention innuendos, etc. at Mass - he uses the line, “It’s Good To Be The King.” a few times.

He kisses and cheats and looks to the movie camera and says, “It’s good to be the king.”

We see him as king playing chess on this big tennis court size chess board - and as king he cheats - and takes extra moves - and once more he looks into the camera and says, “It’s good to be the king.”

I’ve heard people use that line down through the years - as a joke line.

The title of my homily is the question: “Is It Good To Be The King?”

ANOTHER QUESTION

Another question: does everyone sometime in their life wish they were someone else?

When we were teenagers did we want to have the other person’s look, clothes, money, car, friends, parents?  Did we wish we were so and so who got all A’s - and it was no effort?  Did we wish we were better athletes, had better skin, no acne?

As we got older, did we wish we were so and so when it came to having the better job? The better life choice? The home, kids, spouse, lawn, car, parties?

TO BE ONESELF

The wisdom teachers constantly tell people: “Be yourself!”

To try to be someone else - disaster.

Parents have told their kids that from the beginning of time.

I’ve been hearing these past two years the saying: “It is what it is.”

Does anyone apply that to themselves? I am who I am.

I always liked that as God’s answer to Moses at the Burning Bush. A voice tells Moses that he has to go back and face the Pharaoh and tell him to set the Israelites free - and Moses asks the Voice, “Wait a minute. Who are you?”  And the Voice says, “I Am Who Am.”

That’s basic person:  “I am who I am!”

I love the saying, “Be who you is, because if you be who you ain’t, then you ain’t who you is.”

I am who I am - wrinkles - sags - and body nags.

I am my story - so far. We can revise our history - even lie to ourselves - but I am who I am.

BACK TO BEING THE KING

King David was King David.

When I was stationed in New York City, way back when, I noticed in the paper a talk by a Rabbi - about King David.

What I still remember about the talk was this: the power of the pencil.

David got great reviews - even though he was a disaster as a father and a disaster as a husband.

His fans - revised his history - for centuries.  He was basically a smart guerrilla fighter - who took over most of the Israel territory.

He had 17 sons - who ended up as a cast of some horrible characters - one raping his sister - and many of them fighting each other.

David had Uriah killed - in order to get his wife: Bathsheba. I loved that her name was BathSheba - because he spotted while she was taking a bath - and wanted her. Did he say: “It’s good to be the king?”

No. Because that got him in big time trouble - and everyone knew what he did.

Did anyone want that much power? Probably.

Would we want to have that much power?  Would we want to be king, boss, someone other than ourselves? Maybe.

King Herod the Tetrarch - the Herod in today’s gospel - the one who had John the Baptist beheaded - dumped his first wife - the daughter of King Aretas - because he wanted to marry Herodias the wife of his half-brother Herod Philip. Later on - around 36 AD - his first wife’s father, Aretas wages war against Herod - but lost.

Does anyone want to be king, mayor, governor, president? Yes.  Does anyone want to be them now - and not be themselves? Maybe.

I love it that on the chess board the king is one of the weakest of pieces - compared to bishops and knights - and the Queen!  I think the game has that sense of humor to it.

I love it that checkers - seems to be more an American game - when any pawn can make it to be a king.

Do people who read People magazine want to be like the people in the magazine? Is that why it sells? I don’t know.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, “Is It Good To Be The King?” 

However, in this homily, I want to ask the basic question: “Am I happy to be me?”

I can only be me. 

I can do life my way.  

I can do my life better ways. 

I can always be a better me - but I can only be me. 

Might as well make peace with reality and go - and grow - and flow from there.

IT'S NOT OVER 

TILL IT'S OVER 

Poem for Today - February 7, 2014

CLOSED PATH

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,-

 that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter 

 in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders. 

© Rabindranath Tagore

STILL  LOOKING  

Poem for Today - February 6, 2014

SANDPIPER

The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.

The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.

- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focused; he is preoccupied,

looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst. 

© Elizabeth Bishop