Sunday, August 7, 2011

A  TINY  
WHISPERING SOUND


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “A Tiny Whispering Sound.”

Those are words we heard in today’s first reading: “A Tiny Whispering Sound.” 1 Kings 19:12.

Elijah the prophet is running for his life from King Ahab and Queen Jezebel - two infamous characters in the Jewish Scriptures and Jewish history.

We know and have heard of these names: Ahab and Jezebel. Ahab is the name chosen by Herman Melville for the self-destructive mad sea captain in Moby Dick and Jezebel is the name and title of one of Frankie Lane’s songs about a devil of a woman. Listen to the first few verses of his song entitled “Jezebel”:

                 Jezebel.
                 Jezebel.


                 If ever the devil was born,
                 Without a pair of horns
                 It was you,
                 Jezebel, it was you.


                If ever an angel fell,
                Jezebel,
                It was you.
                Jezebel, it was you.


                If ever a pair of eyes,
                Promised paradise.
                Deceiving me, grieving me,
                Leavin' me blue.
               Jezebel, it was you.

So Elijah the prophet is running for his life from Ahab and Jezebel. He hides in the desert. He hides in the mountains. He hides in a cave.

He feels all alone and the only one left is God.

And he hears the Lord say, “I am going to be passing by.”

1 KINGS 19

And we have heard this famous story from 1st Kings 19 - today’s first reading - in our past - but did we hear it? It ought to be part of our spiritual repertoire - one of our inner spiritual stories that help us in our inner life. So we ought to know this scripture story in 1st Kings 19.

Elijah is all alone and he hears God say, “I’m going to be passing by.”

Then he has 4 experiences:

• First, there is a great and mighty wind that splits the mountains and shatters the rocks - but God is not in the wind.

• Next there is an earthquake - but God is not in the earthquake.

• Next comes fire - but God is not in the fire.

• Lastly comes a tiny whispering sound - and Elijah hides his face in his cloak as he stands there at the entrance of a cave. He has just had a God experience - a theophany.

Our text stops ends there.

Dumb. The next line has God speaking to Elijah. The text says, “Then a voice addressed him; ‘Why are you here, Elijah?’ He answered, ‘I am moved by zeal for the Lord, the God of Hosts; for the Israelites have forsaken your covenant, torn down your altars, and have put Your prophets to the sword. I alone am left, and they are out to take my life.’”

In this experience, this encounter, with a very quiet God, Elijah is turned around and God sends him back into the action - to be a prophet - someone who challenges the mighty - the powerful - those who are not listening to the Word of God.

In 1st Kings 22 - a few chapters later - Ahab is killed in battle - hit by a random arrow - and the blood from his wound ran down into the hollow of his chariot. Then the dead body of the king was brought to Samaria and they flushed out his chariot in the pool at Samaria. It sounds like a car wash - a chariot wash - and then the author of this text from 1st Kings says the dogs lapped up his blood in that water.

In 2nd Kings 9 we learn the fate of Jezebel. She was thrown out a window and tramped to death by horses down below. Then she is dropped in a field in Jezreel and dogs devoured her flesh and all that is left is her skull.

The description of both their deaths are R rated - so I’ll only say that much - and that’s a lot.

And Elijah goes forward to proclaim the Lord. He passes on his powers and mantle to his successor - Elisha the prophet - and then he flies off into the sky in a fiery chariot as is told in a legendary story. And we hear his name told over and over again with reverence throughout both the Jewish and Christian Scriptures. I like the tradition of the empty chair left for Elijah in some Jewish ceremonies.

LISTENING TO THE TINY WHISPERINGS OF GOD

Now to be practical as well as poetic - here would be my homily point for today.

Listen to the tiny whisperings of God.

Take time to listen to the tiny whisperings of God.

It’s called prayer.

Survey after survey of what people want from homilies is for us to teach people how to pray - how to deepen our relationship with God.

In this homily I’m saying: Stop and listen to the tiny whisperings of God. As Psalm 46:10 puts it: “Be still and know that I am God.”

People pray and scream to God in tornadoes and hurricanes. People pray and scream to God in earthquakes and fires, but today’s first reading challenges us to hear the tiny whisperings of God.

The scriptures say over and over and over again: “Hear the word of the Lord.” “Listen… listen … listen to God’s voice!” “Harden not your hearts!” “People have ears but they don’t hear.” “Listen….”

CROWDED ROOM

Have you ever been in a crowded room - and everybody is talking, talking, talking - so many voices - that you can’t hear well?

In the last 25 years we’ve seen a dramatic change in society: everyone seems to be listening to these tiny whisperings in their ear. We see people driving, walking, talking, listening, smiling, making gestures with their hands - as they walk. We see them doing this at ballgames, at the Mall, and they are all alone - that is till we see that thing in their ear - or next to their ear. Ye gads! The gadgets….

That’s just one series of things people are listening to.

There is another one even deeper. I’ve been saying in sermons for years now that the number one conversation we’re all having - all the time - is inside our heads. We’re always talking and listening to ourselves - inner chatter, chatter, chatter, talking, talking, talking, inner yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak. Tell me what you’re talking to yourself about and I’ll tell you who you are.

Some 30 or so years ago I was listening to an audio tape of a talk by Alan Watts. He was saying Eastern meditation teachers ask their students to quiet their tongues. He said the human tongue is forever moving - always ever slightly - when talking out loud or in loud. I don’t know now and didn’t know then if that is true about the tongue ever moving. It impressed me. It helped me realize I’m always thinking - talking inwardly.

Become conscious of your tongue right now. Move your tongue around in your mouth. Listen to your tongue. Notice it. Is it moving?

I also am aware that everyone here in church is talking and thinking inwardly all through this Mass about all kinds of things.

My fantasy about preaching is that nobody in church is hearing a word that I’m saying or even noticing me. My hope is that people become aware of their inner talk - inner issues - the me that’s me - and then they bring into consciousness something the readings or the preacher triggered - and it challenges them - sometimes something said in a whisper - a tiny whisper and they didn’t even hear it coming.

I’m hoping that something I said or the readings said or the stained glass windows trigger - changes people’s inner conversation from something that happened yesterday or last night or something they are thinking about for this afternoon - and then they hear a tiny God whisper - and they say, “What?” or “Wait a minute!” Or, “God what are whispering to me? Woooo!”

So I’m assuming that a zillion phone conversations and radio and TV sounds are flying through this space here in this church right now. We don’t hear them - unless we access a few of them with a gadget.

But I’m also assuming that there a zillion sounds and voices inside each human skull - inside each human auditorium on our shoulders - inside each church above our neck. They're stored in there - and we’ve processed them - most of them being the zillion whispers - we’ve collected in our lives so far.

I’m assuming this is part of how we become who we are. We’ve heard all these million voices of our mom and dad - and teachers - TV - radio - songs, sounds, and they’re there inside the memory banks in our brains.

I would hope that one type of prayer would be to isolate the tiny whispering sounds of God - in the mix of all these voices and really hear and consider them. I would hope that this happens more and more in life - and these theophanies, these whisperings of God become our spiritual life more and more.

I hope a tiny bit of this got into your jet stream this morning.

I also hope some of this sounds interesting - and you say, “I’m going to think about all this.”

I hope that this grabs you: that God is whispering all the time. Not just our conscience which is sometimes called that still soft voice inside us - but God's voice is a deep whisper you hear.

I’m also saying there is competition for air time - with all these phone calls, texts, twitterings, etc. Someone just told me the other day she dropped her Facebook deal - and she felt so empty at first - but then came this great big sound of relief. She heard a whispered, “Phew!”

R  RATED  VOICES

And I better also say, I would hope all of us would realize there are alien sounds - dangerous inner whisperings - dangerous surround sounds around us. Some of our whisperings as well as inner songs and sounds are Ahab like sounds of self destruction or Jezebel like sounds of greed and intrigue that end up having us hurting others by our gossip or our nastiness or what have you - and in the process we destroy ourselves.

I would hope today all of us would think outside the boat, the bed, the box, the chariot, the car, the brain, the mind called me. We are in an ocean of words. We can be drowning in words. This could be overwhelming and scary - like Peter thinking outside the boat in today’s gospel and he steps out into the water and flounders and almost drowns for lack of faith - and Jesus saves him.

I would hope we all have both the experience of Peter and the experience of Elijah - and we sit down in quiet places - like church or in the backyard or a walk - or on a boat - or on the shore - after life’s experiences - and we listen to the whisperings sounds of God within. They are there.

Every night before going to bed - I found it practical to ask myself - "What happened today?" Then I make sort of a shopping list with a word or two describing the different things I experienced that day. I usually come up with about 15 items on that list - one  word or one liners. Then I put a circle around the most significant moment or experience. Then I bring it into communion with God.

Then I might say, “Thanks God” or “Sorry God” or “Better tomorrow, God.” And then it's time to get to bed.

CONCLUSION

Remember the old joke: If you talk to God, it’s called prayer; but if you hear God talking to you, it’s schizophrenia.

Disagree - most of the time.

In this homily I’m saying both are prayer - and like Elijah, it’s smart to take the time to run away from it all from time to time, and listen to the tiny whisperings of God in our ear.

And the more we listen - calmly and quietly - surprise - the more we discover God is there in all the moments of life - and we Christians will discover what the disciples of Jesus discovered: Jesus, the Son of God, is walking beside us every moment - in the water - on land - in the day - and in the night.

Just listen - and we’ll hear the tiny whispering sounds of God.

“Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10
BECOMING  QUIET, 
BECOMING  STILL 
BEKNOWING GOD! 




Quote for Today - August 7, 2011

"To my mind the most poignant mystical  exhortation ever written is 'Be still and know that I am God.'"

Arnold Bennett, Journals, December 1929

Picture on top: Solitude Lake, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado - photo by Erik Stensland

Saturday, August 6, 2011


RECOGNIZING  HAPPINESS



Quote for Today - August 6, 2011

"It's a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy."
 
Lucille Ball - Today August 6, 2011 is her 100 birthday










Friday, August 5, 2011

SEE THE MIRACLES 
SURROUNDING YOU



Quote for Today - August 5, 2011

"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change."

Siddhartha Gautama ca. 563 to ca. 483 B.C. The Buddha -

Flower on top - taken in Vienna, Austia, August 8, 2010

Thursday, August 4, 2011



ANGER TAKES ENERGY!

August  4,  2011

Quote for Today

"Anybody can become angry - that is easy. To be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, in the right way - now that is not within everybody's power and is not easy."

Aristotle [384 BC - 322 BC], Nicomachean Ethics, Book ii, chapter 9.

On top: Roman alabaster copy of a Greek bronze original of Aristotle by Lysippus around 330 BC

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


MAYA

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 18th Wednesday in Ordinary Time is, “Maya.”

As you all know, one of the meanings of the Sanskrit word, “Maya” is, “Illusion.” “Ma” is the Sanskrit word for “not” and “Ya” is the Sanskrit word for “that”. I believe they have other meanings as well. I am not a linguist.

Yet from what I investigated, “maya” means “not that”.

Or as we sometimes say to each other: “It’s not what you think it is.”

Sanskrit - the most basic and original of languages gives us these most basic words and ideas.

So a little baby points out, “ya” to what they want: “that”. And if we hand them the wrong color piece of candy or wrong toy, we’ll hear, “maya”. Not that, not that.

SERMON ALLUSIONS AND ILLUSIONS

The preacher preachers allusions - sometimes like impressionistic paintings - with the hope and prayer - images and words and metaphors touch people’s thoughts and memories.

The preacher also better be aware of illusion.

The preacher or teacher is under an illusion - maya - if he or she thinks people remember what they say - or hear what they say - or understand what they are talking about when they are speaking. Illusion!

The preacher forgets that he often doesn’t hear what others are saying - and worse, sometimes he doesn’t care what the other is saying. He wants to get home or somewhere else. And sometimes it all depends on who’s doing the talking.

This should not sound too dramatic. Husbands and wives have heard each other forever - and know what the other is saying or trying to say or not saying - sometimes from word one.

Listeners might listen to us priests or preachers at times to get the first few words so they can say to themselves “Okay what’s he off on today! Okay. Got it. Now back to what I’m talking to myself about right now.”

I do this when I’m listening to a sermon or a talk - or the evening news. You do this. We all do this.

I laugh inwardly at all this, because as priest I hear people confess distractions in prayers. I want to say, “Life is a distraction.” We all have “Monkey Brains” as they say in Hindu thought - with our thoughts jumping and swinging like a bunch of monkeys all over the place.

3 KEY STEPS ABOUT LIFE

Having said all this, I did hear something in a talk a good 20 years ago and it has helped me immensely.

Sister Maureen McCann of the Dallas, Pennsylvania Mercy Sisters said in a talk: “Life is: Illusion, Disillusionment, and Decision.”

Wow did that make sense. People date. People get engaged to marry. People discover months after the honeymoon, that what they saw before the marriage was an illusion. “Boy - girl - was I disillusioned.” Then they have to make a decision about, “What now””.

Life. The car, the house, the job, the trip, the vacation, the meal looked good on the menu - and on and on and on. I have a big hole in one of my socks right now. When I bought them in K-Mart - I never thought that one day, they would become “holy”.

TODAY’S FIRST READING

I said all of the above because that’s what the Israelites discovered - as we heard in today’s first reading: Numbers 13: 1-2, 25 - 14:1, 26-29a, 34-35.

The Israelites grumble, grumble, grumble - because getting into the Promised Land - the land of milk and honey - is not a cake walk. There are giants to conquer and they feel as small as grasshoppers.

Where have we heard that before?

We hear that every day in many ways.

I never promised you a rose garden - but sorry about all the thorns - and the rose petals have started to fall off the roses you gave me yesterday. Life! Life. What an illusion!

SAM  LEVINSON

Sam Levinson loved to say that the Jews of Europe - like all immigrants - were told that the streets of America were paved in gold. When they got here they found out not only were they not gold, they were not even paved and they had to pave them.

What’s with all this grumbling about immigrants - legal and illegal? They are doing what everyone has done who came to America. They are fighting giants - as they are being treated like grasshoppers.

In this year on St. John Neumann, I recently finished reading a big long life of St. John Neumann. - an immigrant who came to the United States and never lost his foreign accent. Now I’m reading a second life of St. John Neumman. He had to discover what all the immigrants to the United States or anywhere discover: where you arrive is not what you think it was going to be. It’s work. It’s lonely. It’s a struggle. It’s a decision to stay or leave.

Life is takes place with three steps or stages: Illusion. Disillusionment. Decision.

CONCLUSION

Does this mean we become cynics or pessimists or depressed?

Hope not!

I have made the decision to know and to say, "This is life! This is funny sometimes. This is realistic. This is reality. Sometimes there are laughs. Sometimes there are tears. This is life."

Tires and rugs and skin and the human body get wrinkled and wear out.

It’s an illusion that we’re going to live and last forever. Some people seem to think that - when they or someone they love gets big time health problems.

I also think all of us have to discover some of this on our own - with our own set of disillusions.

In the meanwhile - I also like to say to myself Thorton Wilder’s words from his 1942 play, The Skin of Our Teeth, “My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate - that’s my philosophy.”

The bummer about that is I always loved that saying and always loved ice cream - and then I got diabetes, Type 2 diabetes is a bummer! Yet I've discovered and decided on sugar free ice cream at times. And in the meantime, there is always peanut butter on rye bread.
WRITE THAT POEM!



Quote for Today - August 3, 2011

"Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of my beauty?"

William Shakespeare [1564-1616], Much Ado About Nothing, Act V, Scene 2, 1, 4

P.S. Did anyone ever write you a poem? Do you still have it? Will they find it with your stuff after you die? Have you read it over and over - long after the moment? Have you ever written a sonnet about / for another? What happened next? What has been your greatest compliment? Tell me more.

Photo on top: a gal who posed at the doorway of a shop we went by in Tallin, Estonia in 2009.