INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily is “Different!”
As I thought about this feast of the Baptism of the Lord -
which we celebrate this Sunday, my mind went through various things.
I read the readings. I thought about what was said. Then I
usually say a prayer: “Come Holy Spirit!” I pause and listen.
If nothing hits me, I read the readings again and once more
say, “Come Holy Spirit!” I pause and
listen.
If nothing hits me, I read the readings again and ask: what
questions - what thoughts - what wonderings - would someone reading or hearing
these readings have?”
In the middle of all that, the word “Different” jumped up at
me.
“Different!” So a homily today on something about
“Different”.
BUT WHAT TO SAY
ABOUT DIFFERENT?
Some days are different than other days. Some moments
everything feels the same - the same old - same old. And I hear the word,
“Boring.”
How many times in our life have we thought, “Wait a minute.
Isn’t this déjà vu all over again?”
It might be about food or about others or ourselves. Didn’t we have this for supper last night, Didn’t you tell me about this before?
What’s this guy babbling about in the pulpit this Mass? It’s
sounds like the same old - same old? It doesn’t sound different.
I’ve preached on these readings for this feast of the
Baptism of our Lord at least 100 times now - probably a lot more. I’ve baptized
hundreds of babies.
I’ve eaten thousands of hamburgers. Is this one any
different than that one I had 17 years ago in that place on the water - in Charleston, South
Carolina? Now
that was a great hamburger?
We’ve seen well over 1000 football games - and I’m sure
there are folks who have never seen even one game.
What’s it like to be a head coach for the first time? Will
this coach be different from the last few coaches? Will my team ever make it to
the Super Bowl?
We watch TV hoping for the different. But then again,
sometimes we love re-runs. My father knew all 39 episodes of The Honeymooners by heart. That last
year of his life, he had emphysema pretty badly. He couldn’t move around too
much. I have fond memories of sitting with him - watching The Honeymooners and hear him tell me about the next scene to come.
He’d say, “Watch this….. Watch this!” He
knew all the lines and all the jokes before they came on.
So I remember watching
together with my dad in Brooklyn a TV series about 4 people in Brooklyn - Alice and Ralph Kramden -
Ed and Trixie Norton - The Honeymooners.
Not all the days of our lives are the same. Isn’t that a TV
show too - soap opera: “Days of Our Lives”?
There are memories. There are moments. There are different
days than the other days.
There are regrets and there are happy memories - as we look back on the Days of Our Lives. No I never watched that program with my mom - but I did hear that she
watched the soaps near the end of her life.
Looking at our life? What’s different? What are those things
I can do to make this day different - especially for those around me?
THE MASS - A
DIFFERENT HOUR
The Mass - if it’s to
have a grab - it has to be seen as a different hour than the other 167 hours of
our week.
So too Sunday - Sabbath - these 24 hours ….
The Mass ….
Why do you come here to Mass?
Why do I come here to Mass?
We know the classic distinction between "have to" and "want to". We know the change in language about the Mass that's been going on for years now: celebration not obligation.
So sometimes I’m up
here because it’s my job. Yet a long time ago I decided: "I don't want to be here because it's a job. It is work. But I want to be here because I want to be here. I come here for the same reason I eat: to be with others and to be nourished."
This hour is a time for just that? I could also ask, "What was the best meal you were ever at?"
If you have a clear answer to that - compare your answer to the best Mass you were ever at.
Hear yourself saying, "That meal ... that Mass ... was different because ...."
Notice that word "different".
So this weekend - as I was working on this homily - I was wondering where this
word “different” would take me.
It might have been because of watching TV last night. I don’t
know.
A few of us were watching the baseball channel last night.
Hey football season is over for most of us. A promised upcoming program was to
ask different retired baseball players, “What was your most memorable
game?” It looked like they are going to
ask Cal Ripken that question one of these nights.
Sitting there we said: “His record breaking game!”
Will that be his answer: “September 6, 1995, Camden Yards,
Baltimore, my 2131 straight game?”
Or will it be his 2632 game?
While just sitting there, I asked Father Joe Krastel that
question - his most memorable baseball game. His answer: a snore.
So I asked Father Jack Harrison his best game and he said,
“The game I caught a guy Lenny Miller. He had 18 strikeouts - against the Irish
Christian brothers.”
Now that’s different.
For myself, I couldn’t remember any specific game - other
than being part of a triple play once - which won the game for us - or the time
I hit a long fly ball deep into some trees in left field - but it was only batting
practice. It was probably not that long a hit. I would have been about 155
pounds at the time.
What was the best Mass I was ever at? Answers would be the
funerals of family members. Those moments make it really worth while to be a
priest - and also other funerals - and weddings - and a Mass one night in
Reading Pennsylvania - for all the parishes in that area. They told me there
were over 20,000 people there - in a park - but I couldn’t seen any person -
because of the lights. That was very different. Was anyone sleeping? I couldn’t
see.
What was the best Mass you were at?
Each Sunday Mass…. is there anything you do that makes this
hour different than all the other hours of the week?
I love the moment in a baseball or football or basketball
game when a player gets a great hit or makes a great play - and pauses and
raises his index finger to God - and I hear him or her saying, “Give God the
Glory!” Ever since I started to see that - at every Sunday Mass - while we are
saying or singing the Gloria - as a group - I sense we’re doing just that: giving
God the glory.
I love the moment at Mass when I get to say over the bread
and over the wine, “This is my Body…. This is my Blood….” because for the past
7 years or so at Baptisms I ask the parents of a new born baby to put the baby
on the altar - just where the bread and wine sit - unless there are 6 babies.
They all fit there. I say, “Hold onto that baby - and repeat after me: ‘This is
my body…. This is my blood …. we’re giving our life to you.’”
On that altar here - a lot of babies have sat or just lay
there - in the past 7 years - as well as
a lot of bread and wine. Recently one little girl - she must have been almost 1
- stood up and started to dance - and everyone clapped and she loved it. A star
was born. I think they got it on video.
DIFFERENT
Better come to a conclusion - of some sorts - and I’ve been
studying homilies lately and I realize my endings need a lot of work - so how
do I end this baby?
If you’re married …. when was the moment - you looked across
a crowded room - and there she was - or there he was - and that other was
different - and your parents wondered when they met your other for the first
time: “How is this one different from the last one?”
What was the different that got you married?
Has your marriage become same old same old same old - or
could you do anything different - better - unique - right now - not waiting
till February 14th every year? Is your marriage only 39 episodes -
repeated over and over again. If it is, maybe it’s time for a new honeymoon?
If you have kids, have you ever put your hands on your kid’s
head and said what God the Father said over Jesus in today’s gospel: “This is
my beloved Son [or daughter] with whom I am well pleased.”
Have you ever seen your children - if you’re blessed with
them - that they are your body and your blood - and you’ve given your life for
them?
Have you ever expressed that thanks to them and to our God? When was the last time we gave them attention, recognition, praise, a good compliment - as opposed to a complaint or a gripe or a correction - or an expressed disappointment?
Hint …. hint …. Atta boys, Atta girls, make a difference.
Hint …. hint …. thinking and praying over this stuff during
this hour - called "Mass" can make the other 167 hours that much more glorious.
Have we ever paused and heard God say that over us? “You are
my body…. you are my blood. You are my
beloved daughter…. you are my beloved son.”
Do I realize I’m different?
Do I realize I’m called to make a difference in this world -
and that’s why I was created?
