Thursday, June 23, 2011


LIGHTNING



Tonight: lightning, lightning, lightning,
zigzag bolts and jolts and volts
of electricity zapping, flashing,
crashing downwards, down towards the
ground, or clouds tasering clouds
above the Bay and out beyond that.
I’m watching in awe. I’m like the paparazzi,
taking picture after picture with my eyes
- flash, flash, flash, click, click, click.
I’m seeing fireworks. God! I’m seeing You,
God, in these great pictures of great power.
Then I ruin it all in a moment - with the
question: “God, why doesn’t this happen
in prayer? God, why don’t I feel your
presence like this in church?” Then came
the loud answer: thunder and a whole flow
and series of a dozen or more electric shocks,
shooting across the horizon - causing me
 to laugh, to say, to pray, "Okay, God,
I got it. Dumb, dumb, dumb! You’re
telling me, yes, you’re yelling to me,
'Take what you get it and enjoy it.
See what you see and savor it. Know
what you know when you know it.'"



© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2011
Photograph by Dan Mccauley
found on line.

FAILURES 




Quote for Today - June 23, 2011

"His failures are priceless experiences in that they not only open up to the way to deeper truth, but force him to change his views and methods."

Carl Jung [1875-1961] Modern Man In Search Of His Soul, 1933

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


DROPS AND DROPS OF RAIN


A summer storm is yelling and telling me
to “Quick! Look out your window.”
I look out through the black glass of night.
More! I open up my window to hear
the surround sound of falling rain
on our green, green garden below.
1,000,000,000 plus drops of rain
are pelting and pounding the plants
and not one of them is complaining.
Better: they are sticking their tongues out
to taste each drop, each gift of sky water,
like kids on a summer night licking ice cream.
Looking out my window, it's as if
I’m in a choir loft,  looking down
into the church of night in prayer.
The sky is giving; the earth is receiving.
Once more God is surprising us,
sprinkling us, playing with us,
baptizing us with 1,000,000 plus
drops and drops and drops of rain.
Surprise! I go downstairs and walk outside,
so I can get rebaptized in this church of rain.
Better: so I can stick my tongue out to taste
each drop of rain - to give thanks, eucharist,
to be in communion with our Giving God.



© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2011

The oil painting on top is entitled, "Rhythm of the Rain," by Francine Henderson.
FACT OR FICTION?





Quote for Today - June 22, 2011

"An autobiography can distort; facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies, it reveals the writer totally."

V.S. Naipaul, Quoted Janet Hitchman, Such A Strange Lady

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

THE NARROW GATE



[The following is a puzzle homily for this 12th Tuesday in Ordinary Time. Today's short gospel - Matthew 7: 6, 12-14] - has the images of pearls and swine and the Narrow Gate. This puzzle came to me last night. It's a first draft  adventure - see where the puzzle takes you.]


He was told in a dream – that - if he wanted to discover the secret of life - he simply had to go to such and such a street – and then enter by the narrow gate!

So he went to such and such a street – only to discover that at least half the gates and then some were narrow.

He didn’t know what to do next. Wait for a further dream? Ask someone? Pray? Go backwards to where he was before he had the dream? Wait for another dream? What now? What next?

He saw benches here and there along both sidewalks of that street, so he sat down to see if some kind of an answer would show up as well. Sometimes it’s smart to sit and pause. Sometimes it’s smart to sit and study. Sometimes it’s smart to stop and go neither backwards nor forwards. So he did that for about an hour.

Next, he took out a pad and pen that he had in his pack to jot down who and what he could see and connect with each gate and each house on the street. Each was numbered. He wished he was told in his dream the correct number for the correct gate.

If a narrow gate opened and someone came outside, he would make a quick pen scratch of the man or woman or child who was coming out or in – add their gate number – and in time he figured he would figure out the right narrow gate, from studying each person who would come and go through each narrow gate.

In three days – by sitting on every bench on both sides of the street – he figured out who was who on the street.

But he still didn’t know the right gate to enter.

Next – to make progress – he would surreptitiously and nonchalantly follow those who came out the narrow gates.

Some were saints; some were sinners. Some traveled light; some carried with them great lots of stuff – lots of packages.

Nobody noticed him. If they did, they might have said to themselves, “Just someone.” or “Just a stranger!”

In about a week he narrowed down the right narrow gate to 3 families – 3 gates.

Each was graceful to strangers. Two offered him a bottle of water. It was just at the beginning of summer. Each were good to kids and stopped to make comments to neighbors. All had sweet smiles.

All three put some green bills in a violin case of a street musician. He played music that brought pauses and applauses.

He would follow them and see how they treated waiters and waitresses – how they treated the person behind the counter in stores – how they let people out ahead of them at doors – and on and on and on.

Finally – he made his choice. It was Narrow Gate number 17. He knocked on the gate nervously. He heard a knob turning and sure enough, the owner opened it up and said, “Hi. I’ve been waiting for you. I saw you on the street lots of times. Welcome. Come into my house. Let me get your something to eat.”

A  HUNDRED MILLION 
MIRACLES ARE HAPPPENING 
EVERY DAY.

Quote for Today - June 21,  2011

"The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always."

Willa Cather [1873-1947], Death Comes for the Archbishop, 1927
MEASURING UP TO


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 12 Monday in Ordinary Time is, “Measuring Up To”.

In today’s gospel, Jesus gets his mind and grip on one of life’s big issues: measuring up to. [Cf. Matthew 7: 1-5]

With out Gospel reading today, Jesus is still preaching his Sermon on the Mount. We’re still contrasting it with Moses in the Book of Exodus as he gave us the Ten Commandments when he came down from Mount Sinai. Jesus, the New Moses, tells us on this new mountain to keep those commandments, but as we’re listening to him we are hearing that there is so much more on how to live life to the full.

Today’s gospel begins, “Stop judging, that you may not be judged.

For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you.”

The Greek words for “judging” and “measuring” are “KRITES” and “METRON”. They become the roots for English words we’re familiar with: criteria or critic, and metrics.

IN JESUS’ TIME

In Jesus’ time judging, stereotyping, criticizing, measuring, carping, labeling, and pigeonholing were big time energy consumers. (1)

And Jesus ends up being killed by those who didn’t allow him to be who he said he was: “I am who I am!” Jesus was saying with his life: “I can’t be someone else that you might be looking for.”

Read the gospels with an eye on just this one issue of expectations. You’ll spot many, many times when people are judging, miscasting, being critical, complaining, throwing rocks at others. You’ll notice that people keep on wanting others to behave in a way that is different from the way they are. Once more we think our way is the right way and the only way. Spot this issue and you’ll be able to mine a lot of good growth challenges for self – and come up with a less painful attitude towards others.

TODAY

How about today – how about in our lives – how much energy do we consume in inward criticism and judging others?

Life is loaded with this issue of measuring and judging others.

We have to climb the mountain of our own mind – because that’s where the action is. First of all there are all those rulers and tapes and measuring methods we compare ourselves against. What does God expect of me? What does my family expect of me? What does society, neighbors, expect of me? Am I living up to my goals that I set for my life? Do I measure them against some list I have in mind about getting into heaven or hell after this life? Next – I have all kinds of expectations and rules for life for neighbors, for kids, for parents, on how to eat, how to drink, how to pick up after one’s dog, etc.

Last night 4 of us went to a restaurant for supper and the table next to us had a big family group – lots of kids – and after they left, two waitresses had to sweep up from the floor a lot of pieces of ripped paper, 3 crayons, and several pieces of food. They didn’t measure up to how I was trained to leave my place at a restaurant.

It’s a good idea to see what are my expectations about life and life’s various situations. It’s good to get in touch with how we measure and judge others, situations, failures and successes.

For example, I think there are two kinds of drivers: Type A and Type B drivers. Type A Drivers ride on other’s tail pipe. They come right at one’s back. They rush to red lights and stop signs – braking, braking, braking - as they get close to the light or car in front of them. Type B Drivers are laid back and give the car in front of them plenty of room.

Type A drivers have to buy new brakes sooner than Type B drivers.

I am a Type B driver – but who says I’m right? Notice I tailor the description of these two types to my advantage.

I sense that Jesus is saying this desire of wanting others to play our game, follow our rules – meet our expectations - can lead to a lot of energy fusion and confusion and anger, etc.

Jesus did say to turn the other cheek, go the extra mile, give the shirt off your back. He’s saying something there. Jesus is so other centered.

He doesn’t use seem to use rulers or measuring tapes that others use.

I would assume if we broke our rulers and burned our measuring tapes – we’d be a lot happier.

TWO CONCLUSIONS AND TWO SHORT JOKES

Imagine going through life – seeing life as if it was an arena with judges sitting there with cards with numbers #1 to 10 on them – and after each thing we do, they raise a card: # 3 or #8 or #25.

Who said life is a ice skating contest or a Dancing with the Stars contest and we get judged?

Wouldn’t it be more interesting and more joyful if it was a dance – or an ice skating pond and nobody was judging us.

There 2 jokes that I love and they fit here?

Did you ever hear about the one armed fisherman who caught a fish this big?

Or did you ever hear of the one armed golfer, who missed a put by this much?

Sometimes two arms can be a handicap. We need to make our ruler or tape measure endless. Amen.

So why not stop drinking our coffee in one of those see through measuring cups - that have numbers and markings on the side. Pitch that cup. Break that glass. Use a regular cup and enjoy the taste of coffee or tea or cocoa or whatever you’re drinking of life’s great tastes.

NOTES

(1) Cf. notes on Matthew 7:1-5 in Bruce J. Malina and Richard L. Rohrbaugh, Social-Science Commentary on the Synoptic Gospels, Fortress Press, Minneapolis, MN, page 67.