Wednesday, October 31, 2012



YELLOW

Yellow: every sunrise
screams “Hello! It’s a new day."
But let’s be honest now,
yellow is not the first color
the kid picks when opening
a box of crayons or Magic Markers.
First choice: it’s red - bright red.
Or it’s blue - bright blue.
Okay, but what about Bananas -
neat yellow bananas in a bunch?
Answer: They are so common place  -
the choice of monkeys and folks still in
pajamas and bathrobes eating breakfast.  
So too butter, it’s there. It’s on the table,
but it doesn’t get noticed unless there’s
fresh corn on the cob. Ooops!
Well, that’s an exception
when it comes to things yellow.
So, in general, yellow is an unnoticed fellow.
Ooops! Another ooops: unless yellow
is the color of sashaying hair,
and she’s young, slim, a blond floating
into the room. Then ….

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2012

Photograph on top: Crossing the Road by David Librach
YELLOW LEAVES



Quote for Today  October 31,  2012

"Coldly, sadly descends
The Autumn evening. The field
Strewn with its dank yellow drifts
Of withered leaves, and the elms
Fade into dimness apace,
Silent; hardly a shout
From a few boys late at their play."

Matthew Arnold [1822-1888], Rugby Chapel [1867], stanza 1

Abstract painting on top: Fantasy in Yellow by Sessarego

Tuesday, October 30, 2012


MARRIAGE: 
COMMUNICATION, 
COOPERATION 
AND  COMPROMISE



INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 30th Tuesday in Ordinary Time  is, “Marriage: Communication, Cooperation and Compromise.”

Some people get nervous or they just don't like today's first reading from Ephesians 5: 21-33. The fact that the Lectionary offers a compromise shorter version - Ephesians 5: 2a, 25-32 indicates to me that someone is aware of possible "Uh oh's!"  I sense that the following two sentences with the word "subordinate" in them - are the issue. "Wives should be subordinate to their husbands as to the Lord." That's the first sentence. The next is, "As the Church is subordinate to Christ, so wives should be subordinate to their husbands in everything."  In the meanwhile, the challenges in the text to husbands to reverence and love their wives might be lost in the hub bub.

COMMUNICATION

I think any couple if they are wise should communicate who’s stronger where and when and who has this talent and who has that talent. I’ve heard enough talks and read enough articles on marriage to know that some couples marry for this very reason. One is better with organization and one is better with people skills. One is better with money and the other is better with mechanics. Or what have you.

If couples don’t realize their gifts and possible disasters in themselves as well as in the other and then communicate their similarities and differences they are crazy. These can be the kind of stuff that sometimes causes problems. It can also cause laughter and growth and help a couple to become a great team.

COOPERATION AND COMPROMISE

After the communication comes the action steps of working things out. These are the calls for cooperation and compromise.

Then a couple needs to communicate how they are doing and how they are working together - giving and taking - and on and on and on.

DOMINANT MONKEY

I once saw a program on TV about monkeys. I hope this doesn’t end up as a felt insult - like the word “subordinate” is sometimes taken. The example is something I think about at times when I’m with folks.

The documentary or whatever it is - I saw this a long time ago - went like this. Some experimenters asked if in every group of monkeys there was a dominant monkey. They studied various groups of monkeys as part of this experimentation. Sure enough - at least for the experimenters - they determined who the dominant monkey in a group was. Then they asked if in a group of all female monkeys if one of the monkeys was the dominant female. Sure enough they said so and so was the dominant monkey. They noticed the dominating traces and behaviors. In all this they noticed that the strongest monkey stood with the straightest back. She was the one who was the “boss”.

Next they took a dominant female monkey and put her into another female group - one in which they also knew who was the dominant female monkey. They studied what happened. One of the two would dominate the other and if the new gal took over, the former dominant female monkey would slouch her shoulders more.

The word “slouch” grabbed me because I tend to slouch. I know this because a lot of people have said to me, “Straighten up!”

If I was married my wife would be the boss. Smile. But that wasn’t the lesson I learned from the monkeys.

What I learned was to look for who is the boss in different  groupings.

I learned to look for signs of power struggles in conversations and projects.  

I learned to assume that in every group and every marriage and every family and every relationship and every parish and every group, there is struggle going on.

I assume that if someone had a camera and studied us and then we looked at the film and the study we would get an earful and eyeful.  

I assume that In every person there is the stuff we bring from our parents and our family. I assume that our place in our family order - oldest - youngest - middle - only - what have you - we bring into the classroom, into our marriage and into our work place.

I assume that Ephesians 5: 21 to 33 - as well as Colossians 3:18-19 - comes out of customs and culture of the Mediterranean Basin in the First Century - and that background can be found today as well as different ways for wives and husbands to work and function together.  

I also assume that people take the Bible literally - and/or use it not to communicate, but to dominate.

I have found in talking to couples that sometimes they have “aha” or “epiphany” moments when I ask them to talk about how their moms and dads argued - communicated - worked together - and what have you.

I love the saying, “If you want to change someone you have to change their grandmother.”

CONCLUSION

So for peace and growth, one has to learn from life - from monkeys and parents and grandparents and from each other. There is call for communication and compromise and cooperation.

Human beings can learn. Human beings can grow. Human beings can learn new tricks. Human beings can change. People need to talk to each other about what they see and what their questions are.

Today’s gospel has two images of growth and change. One is male - maybe - the man planting the seed in a garden. The other is female -maybe - a woman making bread.

I assume humor helps. I assume we have the choice to be like the Three Wise Monkeys and “See No Evil”, “Hear No Evil”, and “Speak No Evil.” Or we can communicate - cooperate - and compromise - with each other. 

Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Human beings can evolve.

O O O

I found the picture on top on Google. It was entitled: 3 Monkeys on the Beach in Barcelona. I was there but didn't see these monkeys.


BLACK

Black - the beautiful black curtains
of each Dark Night …. Thank You God.
Black night - helping me to see the stars
that I’m missing in the daylight sky ….
Wait! Watch! When it comes to black 
there’s more - much, much more.
Black - a shining - glistening
grand piano - with black and white keys -
sharps and flats - and half steps
in between  - all 12 notes -
the music only works when
sounding and resounding
with all the keys intermingling ….
Black - wait, there's more!
Black marble - stones and skin ….
Black  - the deep lakes and rivers ....
Black - ink - a zillion, trillion, million letters
arranged on white paper  - becoming
books, newspapers, magazines
telling, forming and informing the world
how to be together to announce news
and poetry and words for the songs.
Black -  too often I’m not noticing you
because these too words get in the way.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2012


BLACK OXEN YEARS

"The years like great black oxen
          tread the world,
And God the herdsman
          goads them on behind,
And I am broken

          by their passing feet."

William Butler Yeats [1865-1939], The Countess Cathleen [1892], last lines.

Painting on top: Abstract Painting [1963] by Ad Reinhardt [1913-1967]




Monday, October 29, 2012


HOW LONG IS THIS PAIN
GOING TO LAST?


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 30th Monday in Ordinary Time is, “How Long Is This Pain Going to Last?”

This is one of life’s questions. Each of us asks it in different forms when we have to deal with a pain or a problem. It could be in our body or in our family or what have you.

GOSPELS

It’s the though that hit me when I read today’s gospel. What grabbed me was Luke telling us that the lady in the story was suffering for 18 years. She had a crippling spirit. It  bent her over. I’m sure we have all seen people with bone problems like that - and we wonder, “How long has she or he had this struggle?”

If you know the life of St. Alphonsus, you know he had crippling arthritis and curvature of his spine at the end of his life - and the pain was excruciating especially in being confined to a wheelchair.

Did he ask God the question: “How long is this pain going to last?”

I began thinking about that number: 18 - for the lady in the gospels. That’s an interesting specific.

Next I began to wonder about those other gospel stories about other folks when the text gives the exact number of years the person has had a health problem.

In the 5th chapter of John  - the man at the pool - he was sick for 38 years.

In Matthew 9:20 the woman with the blood problems had her problems for 12 years.

In Mark 9:22 the boy with the epilepsy or whatever it is that he had, his father tells Jesus this has been happening since he was a child.

If Jesus was basing his story about the Prodigal Son on a real story, how long was the Prodigal Son away from home? How long was it before the older brother came in and welcomed his younger brother home?

What about the blind, the lame and the deaf? What about the man with the withered hand? What about those with leprosy? What about all those other people Jesus healed and Jesus saw. Did they all ask that human question: “How long is this pain going to last?”

Us: how many years have we had the problems we have. Anger, abuse, lust, greed, addictions, alcoholism in the family?  How many years?

Then there is dementia, cancer, Alzheimer’s, etc. etc. etc.

How do we do with our lifetime or temporary sufferings, struggles or what have you.

ANSWER

It all depends. You have to have been there.

In yesterday’s New York Times Book Review  - Sunday October 28, 2012 - John Grisham was interviewed. One of the questions asked was: “What was the last truly great book you read?”  Grisham's answer: “The word ‘great’ gets tossed around too easily. The last book that kept me completely engrossed while delivering a powerful story was ‘Life After Death’ by Damien Echols.  He spent 18 years on death row in Arkansas for crimes he didn’t commit, and was released last year. Though he’s innocent, the state refuses to exonerate him.”

When I read the number 18 in today’s gospel, I remembered reading that same number of 18 years in that comment by John Grisham in yesterday’s New York Times Book Review. How did that fellow deal with life those 18 years? Would I be able to endure that?    

CONCLUSION

I don’t  know how I would do in circumstances I am not in.  All I know is how I have death with pain and how I brought what I going through - what was bending me out of shape - and how I prayed to Jesus in those moments - through those years. Amen.           


BROWN

Old bricks - the bark of trees - tossed
coffee - old cigars -  hats, - dirt - leather
jackets - dog deposits - wooden doors,
leaves, lots of brown  leaves on the ground -
all around town - almost into November,
one of those colding months - the time
to get things done before the long of winter.
Thank God for Halloween, Thanksgiving,
Christmas lights - all those  bright colors
that might not be noticed if things
weren’t all so brown. Background brown:
unnoticed - underneath everything.
Brown:  down to earth brown - that keeps
me aware of where I have come from
and where I’m headed. Earth. Home! Hope.
Lord, there better be resurrection after this
or I’ll be screaming from every cemetery,
“Genesis me. Easter me. Spring me.
I need to soar here and hereafter.

© Andy Costello Reflections 2012