Thursday, March 13, 2014

THE STORY 
OF A LIFE


Poem For Today - March 13, 2014


THE SYCAMORE

for Harry Caudill

In the place that is my own place, whose earth
I am shaped in and must bear, there is an old tree growing,
a great sycamore that is a wondrous healer of itself.
Fences have been tied to it, nails driven into it,
hacks and whittles cut in it, the lightning has burned it.
There is no year it has flourished in
that has not harmed it.  There is a hollow in it
that is its death, though its living brims whitely
at the lip of the darkness and flows outward.
Over all its scars has come the seamless white
of the bark. It bears the gnarls of its history
healed over. It has risen to a strange perfection
in the warp and bending of its long growth.
It has gathered all accidents into its purpose.

It has become the intention and radiance of its dark fate.
It is a fact, sublime, mystical and unassailable.
In all the country there is no other like it.
I recognize in it a principle, an indwelling

the same as itself, and greater, that I would be ruled by.
I see that it stands in its place, and feeds upon it,

and is fed upon, and is native, and maker.

(c) Wendell Berry, 
Collected Poems
1957-1982, page 65

Wednesday, March 12, 2014


GETTING THROUGH THE STORM 

Poem for today - March 12, 2014




Blind Curse 

You could drive blind
for those two seconds
and they would be forever.
I think that as a diesel truck
passes us eight miles east of Mission.
Churning through the storm, heedless
of the hill sliding away.
There isn’t much use to curse but I do.
Words fly away, tumbling invisibly
toward the unseen point where
the prairie and sky meet.
The road is like that in those seconds,
nothing but the blind white side
of creation.

                   You’re there somewhere,
a tiny struggling cell.
You just might be significant
but you might not be anything.
Forever is a space of split time
from which to recover after the mass passes.
My curse flies out there somewhere,
and then I send my prayer into the wake
of the diesel truck headed for Sioux Falls
one hundred and eighty miles through the storm.

© Simon J. Ortiz

  “Blind Curse”
from After and Before
the Lightning (Tucson:
The University of
Arizona Press, 1994). 

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

                           


              DO ALL WORDS LAST?

INTRODUCTION

The title of homily for this Tuesday in the 1st  Week  of  Lent  is, “Do All Words Last?”

TODAY’S FIRST READING FROM ISAIAH

In today’s first reading from Isaiah 55:10-1, Isaiah dramatizes the Lord saying that his words will last. They are not voided. They do the Lord’s will. They achieve the end for which they are voiced, sent.

We know that Jesus pondered Isaiah’s words - words that lasted for centuries - by word of mouth first and then written in ink on scroll and book - up till our time.

I like Bibles that have those little tiny references to other texts along side the texts. The Jerusalem Bible is the best for this in my opinion.

We were taught that the Bible - contains echoes of earlier texts - over and over again. It’s not plagiarism. It’s referals without quotation marks.

Those then who mark these echoes with tiny text references make it easier to hear these earlier sounds. It wasn’t till the early middle ages that chapter and verse numbers were added to our Bible.

I love the scene in the Gospel of Luke where Jesus walks into the synagogue  at Nazareth - and they hand him a copy of the written scroll of the words of Isaiah. He unrolls the scroll and voices words from Isaiah 61:18-19. He uses them for his inaugural address:

The spirit of the Lord has been given to me,
for he has anointed me.
He has sent me to bring the Good News to the poor,
and to the blind, sight,
to set the downtrodden free,
to proclaim the Lord’s year of favor.”

Then Jesus went out and made those words flesh.  Or as they say in 12 Step Language, “He talked the talk, then he walked the walk.”

The title of my homily is, “Do All Words Last?”

Isaiah’s words - become Jesus’ words. Then when we make those words real in action, we are helping to make those words last.

Mary is the model for all this. She said, “Let it be done to me according to your word.” Then the Word became flesh in her and lived among us.

Do all words last?

An “I love you!” lasts - and sometimes an “I hate you!” lasts even longer.

Think back on life!  Which words last? What words do we remember all our life?

Words can  be like tattoos - they last on the inner skin of our mind and memory  - for better or for worse - forever.

To replay and make a play on e.e. cummings famous words, “be of love a little more careful than anything” - we can say, “be of words a little more careful than anything.”

Don’t we all remember from grammar or high school Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem, “I Shot An Arrow Into Air”?

THE ARROW AND THE SONG

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak

I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend. 

Isaiah in today’s first reading saw rain and snow come down from the sky - and watched their impact on the arid soil of Israel

I once preached in the Tucson, Arizona area for 2 weeks - and I was hoping, hoping, hoping for rain, because I heard when one wakes up the next day, one sees that the desert has bloomed. Didn’t happen.

Isaiah is comparing rain and snow to words - falling down on people - changing them - helping them blossom.

Isn’t that why we read the scriptures? Don’t we want good words to rain down on us? Isn’t that why we read good books and magazines, listen to good music, attend lectures, talk to each other, so we can flourish.

Isn’t that why we pray - our own prayers - or Jesus’ prayer as we heard it in today’s gospel, “the Our Father.”

CONCLUSION

Today - may our words - be words that lift those we’re with - words that are made of oak - words that grow and stand tall in the woods of each other. Amen.



UNLESS YOU WALK 
IN MY SHOES ....

Poem for Tuesday - March 11, 2012




MY SHOES


Shoes, secret face of my inner life:
Two gaping toothless mouths,
Two partly decomposed animal skins
Smelling of mice-nests.
 
My brother and sister who died at birth
Continuing their existence in you,
Guiding my life
Toward their incomprehensible innocence.
 
What use are books to me
When in you it is possible to read
The Gospel of my life on earth
And still beyond, of things to come?
 
I want to proclaim the religion
I have devised for your perfect humility
And the strange church I am building
With you as the altar.
 
Ascetic and maternal, you endure:
Kin to oxen, to Saints, to condemned men,
With your mute patience, forming
The only true likeness of myself.
 

© Charles Simic




MAKE A LIST

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Monday in the First Week of Lent is, “Make A List.”

Make a list of do’s and don’ts on how to do life - how to do life as a Christian.

This is a very basic and a very easy homily to say - to list - but it contains things that are very difficult to do.

Do the good stuff on the list and don’t do the bad stuff on the list.

TODAY’S READINGS

Sometimes the readings at Mass are not that clear - not that specific on what to do and what not to do if one wants to lead a holy life, a Christian life.

Today’s readings - both of them, Leviticus 19: 1-2, 11-18 and Matthew 25: 31-46 are very clear and very specific on how to live life to the full.

The first reading closes with the Golden Rule: Love your neighbor as you love yourself. In other words, what are the things we want for ourselves and what are the things we hate to see happen to us?

HERE ARE THE TWO LISTS: DON’T’S AND DO’S.

Here are the two lists. I’ll start with the don’ts coming out of today’s first reading.

·        Don’t steal,
·        Don’t lie,
·        Don’t speak falsely,
·        Don’t swear to God’s name,
·        Don’t exploit those we can exploit,
·        Don’t rob,
·        Don’t withhold wages,
·        Don’t curse the deaf,
·        Don’t put things in front of the blind to trip them,
·        Don’t judge falsely,
·        Down kow tow to the mighty or show partiality towards the weak,
·        No hatred.
·        Don’t cause yourself to sin when challenging others.
No revenge,
·        No hugging grudges.

Here are the do’s coming out of today’s gospel from Matthew 25…..


·        Give food to the hungry,
·        Give something so the thirsty can have a drink.
·        Welcome the stranger,
·        Clothe the naked,
·        Visit those in prison or those who are in Jail.

CONCLUSION

One causes heaven here and hereafter. One causes hell here and hereafter. Chose to do the good stuff on lists and avoid the damaging stuff. Amen.
PAUSE 
AND GO WITHIN

Poem For Today - March 10, 2014


The Cities Inside Us

 

We live in secret cities
And we travel unmapped roads.

We speak words between us that we recognize
But which cannot be looked up.

They are our words.
They come from very far inside our mouths.

You and I, we are the secret citizens of the city
Inside us, and inside us

There go all the cars we have driven
And seen, there are all the people

We know and have known, there
Are all the places that are

But which used to be as well. This is where
They went. They did not disappear.

We each take a piece   
Through the eye and through the ear.

It’s loud inside us, in here, and when we speak
In the outside world

We have to hope that some of that sound
Does not come out, that an arm

Does not reach out
In place of the tongue.

© Alberto Ríos, “The Cities Inside Us”
from The Smallest Muscle in
 the Human Body. Copyright © 2002
 by Alberto Ríos. 

3  IMAGINARY PLACES 
TO VISIT:  
A GARDEN, A DESERT  
AND A HILL 


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “3 Imaginary Places to Visit: A Garden, a Desert and a Hill.”

When we read today's 3 readings, many themes and thoughts come jumping up out of the text. I'd like to reflect on some of those themes and images:

·        A Garden and It’s Trees
·        The Tree of Life in the Middle of the Garden
·        Serpents and Snakes Sneaking in the Grass  
·        Temptation
·        Sin - Falls from Grace
·        Desert,
·        Temptations: the Big Ones

 CLOSE YOUR EYES

I'd like to begin with a guided imagery and imagination trip. Close your eyes and picture the following 3 scenes. Or picture the following as a dream that you had and this is what you saw.



First of all, you're in a beautiful garden. There are lots of trees - especially fruit trees. There are animals roaming around. They are friendly - Bambi or Teddy Bear like. There are all kinds of flowers. The garden is lush and beautiful. There are water falls and streams. Your feet like the feel of green grass underfoot. Your eyes see the glistening fruit. Your ears are picking up the musical sounds of this tropical paradise all around you.

As you’re meandering through the garden, you spot this special looking fruit tree. You stop. It’s there that you begin to hear a hissing snake – with a seductive whispering voice that says,  “Take and eat!”

You hesitate because you had also heard another voice say, “”Don’t take. Don’t eat from this tree. You can eat from any tree in the garden except this one.”

You think, “There’s always a catch!”

You have entered a new phase of life. Up till you heard those voices you thought, “All is good” -  but now you realize there is forbidden fruit.

You think for a moment: there are plenty of other trees in this garden to pick fruit from. You remember hearing that there is this other tree. It’s called “The Tree of Life” and you know it’s in the middle of the garden.


So secondly, you go looking for that tree. You keep walking around till you come to a hill. There it is: the tree in the middle of the garden - The Tree of Life.

But this tree is not what you expected. It’s not a peaceful moment as back there at the tree with the forbidden fruit.

This tree is different. You see a crowd of people crucifying a naked man on that tree. They are spitting and cursing at him and you can't believe that people can be that cruel to another human being

You hear the words, “Take and eat.”

You don’t. You wonder: “Should I go back to the other tree? You remember that’s where you heard those same words, ‘Take and eat!’ You stand there torn between both trees.”

You look at your watch. It’s getting late. You know will be looking for you – in the garden - in the cool of the evening.

Next, the third image hits you. You picture yourself in a desert for 40 days – the complete opposite of the garden.  That place was easy. This place is tough.




You start to hear deep inner temptations – three  big ones.

First you feel the temptation to sensuality - to pig out, to stuff yourself with food, or stuff, or lust, or money and you are overwhelmed in your body with the choices you have to make.

You say “No!” to this temptation. You choose to say, “Yes” to  the Spirit because you know there is more to life than what you can see and taste and touch.

You ponder this choice – there in the desert – an experience so, so different from your garden experience. Slowly you realize – as you look back at the whole of your life -  that this first temptation is part of everyday life - moving in out of traffic - moving in and out of gardens and deserts - and hills of your life.

Some days you feel all is perfect. Life is a garden. You’re in paradise. Some days you feel hot and bothered. Life is a desert. You’re being sand blasted.

Then you’re hit with the second temptation here in the desert. You sense life’s struggles. Sometimes life feels like it’s all burden.  You feel tempted to avoid work and choose the easy way out by being superficial. It's the temptation to "flash" - to try to dazzle the others with surface trash rather than substance. You remember moments when you were in school and you had to write a term paper. You fake it. You put together junk and you know it. You put your work in an expensive binder. You put in graphs or pictures and use all the computer tricks you know to make it look good. But down deep you know you didn't do your homework.

Then comes the third temptation. You are tempted by power - to Lord it over others. You have a job - any job - and people are under you and you are tempted to use them or ignore them or not listen to them. You see it in government. You see it in the Church, but now you see it in yourself. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. What will you do? What will you choose?

You wake up! You open your eyes. You realize that life sometimes is moments in a plush garden – where all is good – but from time to time your eye spots  forbidden fruit. Sometimes its moments on a hill – seeing someone being crucified. And sometimes it’s like being in a desert being hit by big time temptations.

TODAY'S READINGS: BEGINNING LENT

While I was doing the guided imagery above, what thoughts hit you? Where did you go? What will Lent 2014 look like for you?

As we begin Lent,  the Church wants us to reflect on heavy duty stuff. Today it gives us 3 readings that should be reflected on over and over again. We are in the garden of Eden with Adam and Eve. We are in the Desert with Jesus. We are in the heart of Paul as we find his thoughts in Romans and we have to do some heavy praying and thinking.

Lent is a way of getting us to enter our hearts and see them as a plush garden or as a dry empty desert – or as moments on a hill – sitting under his cross – the Tree of Life.

Many churches – like our church – have this big barren cross up here. How do we see it?  Is it the tree of life for us?

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS

Lent provides us with 40 days to think about all these life issues.

Take sin and temptations to sin. We know they are real. The person who thinks they are without sin, let them turn over the first stone within their hearts. Surprise they will find worms everywhere. Enter deeper into ourselves and we’ll find snakes everywhere. We have snake pits within.

We also have fruit trees in abundance.

So we also have beautiful qualities.

But somehow as we grow older, we begin to discover the knowledge of good and evil. We make choices and we eat of its fruit. We bite into a beautiful apple and discover it's half rotten and a worm crawls within.. The temptation looked perfect from a distance, but we blocked out the ramifications of our behavior.

Take original sin. We run into people who say that they don't believe in Adam and Eve – that story about these two characters in the early pages of the Bible. We run into people who tell us that they don't believe in original sin.

We are tempted to laugh at them, but we choose not to. We know everyone needs to learn all these things are both real and imaginary.  They really exist – but they exist in every human heart.

That’s what a myth is – a story – that helps us understand our story.

Inside each of us is paradise, the garden, the tree with the forbidden fruit on it – as well as the tree of life in the center mountain of our heart – as well as the desert of emptiness.

Adam and Eve is our story. Christ is our story.

It takes time – and sometimes a life time of coming to church – to hear these scriptures – these writings to see, to discover, to learn that they are not just any literature. They are the thoughts of many people put together over many re-tellings on basic human situations.

Have you wrestled with the idea of original sin? I do every time I do a baptism of a baby.  Here is this tiny baby – innocent – and so, so cute. Then I am saying these prayers over this baby – using words like, “kingdom of darkness” and “original sin” and I feel “funny”.

Where is the God who says, “All is good!”

Why are we saying that this little brand new baby – has sin within him or her?

Then I step back and realize – we’re looking at the big picture here.

Give this kid time. Give this kid time to realize that life has forbidden fruit and temptations in the deep desert periods of life. And let’s give this kid – help – strength for the future. Give him or her parents who will give him or her lots of love and good example.

I heard and have never forgotten the saying, “If you want to change a person, you have to change his or her grandfather and grandmother.”

As humans we are tainted by sin. We are not God. We are also tainted by God – and his goodness – and we wrestle all our lives with urges of good and evil, sin and grace, the great tug of war of life.

The sacred scriptures, our bible, wrestle with this issue.

In Chapter 9 of John, in the story of the man born blind, Jesus says he was not born blind because of the sins of his father. Yet – on the other hand we have the DNA and the genes and the eyes of our fathers.

I’ve listened to tapes of people in ACOA – Adult Children of Alcoholics – and yes patterns come down in families – good and bad. If our grandparents  could speak, maybe they would say they are sorry for sins and bad example they have show and passed down to us. Maybe they would say that they got them from their parents and back and back and back. So greed begets greed. Lust begets lust. Anger begets anger. I jump on someone for spilling coffee on my note pad and they are steaming at being yelled at, so they go out and pick on someone else and the domino effect of anger ripples across the world - starting with me. Or did I get angry because someone yelled at me for spilling coffee twenty years ago. Hell, I was just a kid.

But this is too simplistic an understanding of original sin and sin in general. We have to go much deeper – and this enough – too much for now.

Good thing we have one more Lent  - and many Lents to come - to tackle these  big issues.

CONCLUSION

I sense each of us has to write our own Confessions like Augustine – to explain what we have come up on all this as of today. Each of us has to write our own Letter to The Romans as well. And let’s throw in the need to make imaginary journeys into the garden and desert in our being – as well as stand under the cross of Jesus – and hear him say, “Take and eat. Take and eat.” Amen.



GETTING HOME - 
THERE ARE MANY WAYS 
TO GET THERE! 

Poem for today, March 9, 2014



Page 65 /
Riding in the Subway
is an Adventure
 
 Riding the subway is an adventure
especially if you cannot read the signs.
One gets lost. One becomes anxious and
does not know whether to get off when
the other Chinese person in your car
does. (Your crazy logic tells you that
the both of you must be headed for the
same stop.) One woman has discovered the
secret of one-to-one correspondence.
She keeps the right amount of pennies
in one pocket and upon arriving in each
new station along the way she shifts one
penny to her other pocket. When all the
pennies in the first pocket have disappeared,
she knows that she is home.
 

  by Frances Chung







Sunday, March 9, 2014

WHEN WAS THE LAST 
TIME YOU WEPT?

Poem for Today - March 8, 2014



ESPECIALLY IN WEEPING

Especially in weeping
the soul reveals
its presence
and through secret pressure
changes sorrow into water.
The first budding of the spirit
is in the tear,
a slow and transparent word.
Then following this elemental alchemy
thought turns itself into substance
as real as a stone or an arm.
And there is nothing uneasy in the liquid
except the mineral
anguish of matter.


© Dana Gioia
Translated from
the Italian of
Valerio Magrelli

Painting: Woman 
Weeping, Rembrandt



WITH A LITTLE BIT OF NCIS


Poem for Today - March 7, 2014



ABANDONED FARMHOUSE


He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed
in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man,
says the Bible with a broken back
on the floor below the window, dusty with sun;
but not a man for farming, say the fields
cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn.

A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall
papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves
covered with oilcloth, and they had a child,
says the sandbox made from a tractor tire.
Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves
and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole.
And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames.
It was lonely here, says the narrow country road.

Something went wrong, says the empty house
in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields
say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars
in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste.
And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard
like branches after a storm--a rubber cow,
a rusty tractor with a broken plow,
a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say.

 
© Ted Kooser,
 "Abandoned Farmhouse"
from Sure Signs: New
and Selected Poems. 1980,
University of Pittsburgh Press



INSIDE STORY

Poem for Today - March 6, 2014


UNSAID

So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead.

© 2001 Dana Gioia - 


in Interrogations at Noon.