The title of my homily for this 3rd Monday
after Easter is a question from today’s gospel, “Rabbi, When Did You Get Here?”
It’s from the 6th chapter of the Gospel of
John – when Jesus mysteriously appears on the other side of the lake of Tiberias.
The crowds saw the disciples leave in one boat – and Jesus was not in it – so
how and when did Jesus get to where he was?
THE REAL
PRESENCE
The title of my homily is that question from today’s
gospel, “Rabbi, When Did You Get Here?”
I love the question – because it can get us in touch with
the presence of Jesus in so many ways – in so many realities of life. It can get us to hear Jesus' mantra - his last words in the Gospel of Mathew: "I am with you always, until the end of the world." [Matthew 28:20b]
In yesterday’s gospel – we heard the story about the two
disciples on their way to Emmaus – Luke 24: 13-35. We heard about how they experienced Jesus’ presence in the
Stranger as well as the breaking of the bread – as well as the scriptures.
We Catholics make it a big thing – this belief we have in
the Real Presence of Jesus Christ in the bread.
Here in this parish – lots of folks sit in prayer – in
the Eucharistic Chapel. Their real presence is a statement in their belief in the Real
Presence of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
That’s quite a belief – that Jesus Christ – someone who
lived some 2000 years ago – is present in this thin piece of bread.
Proof: none.
Proof: read the 6th chapter of John in the
Eucharistic Chapel. Or go into any church – or with any Bible anywhere – and
ponder and pray – that chapter along with the other Eucharistic texts in the Sacred
Scriptures.
REPEATING THE
QUESTION
Once more let me repeat the title of my homily. It’s the question
from today’s gospel, “Rabbi, When Did You Get Here?”
I can picture someone sitting in prayer and having a
faith moment – having a Eureka moment – an Epiphany - as they realize with faith the Real Presence
of Jesus in the Bread – in the Blessed Sacrament. I can grasp them saying to
Jesus, “O my God you’ve been here all my life this way for all these years and
I didn’t realize your presence till now.”
From that experience, I can then picture someone also realizing Jesus’ Real Presence in the sick,
the hurting, the person in prison, the person in the nursing home, the lonely –
and hearing Jesus say, “I was sick and you visited me. I was in prison and you
visited me. I was naked and you clothed me.” [Confer Matthew 25: 31-46]
From those experiences I can then picture someone sensing
Jesus’ presence when driving, when shopping, when suffering, when on the cross,
when helping people carry a cross – or crossing the street - in every parish community.[Cf. 1 Corinthians 12:12-31]
I can then picture someone who realizes Jesus presence in everyone and in the everyday – begin to be move into sensing Jesus’ presence in all of life –
in creation - in the universe. Jesus is Lord of all.
So I can sense them getting a glimpse of what Paul experienced
about Christ - as found in what is
probably an early Christian hymn – Colossians
1: 15-20:
He is the image of the invisible God,
the firstborn of all creation.
For in him were created all things
in heaven and on earth,
the visible and the invisible,
whether thrones or dominions
or principalities or powers;
all things were created through him
and for him.
He is before all things,
and in him all things hold together.
He is the head of the body,
the church.
He is the beginning, the firstborn of the dead,
that in all things he himself might be
preeminent.
For in him all the fullness was pleased to dwell,
and through him to reconcile all things for
him,
making peace by the blood of his cross
[through him], whether those on earth
or those in heaven.”
CONCLUSION
These kinds of faith experiences and development take
time and life to happen.
It’s then someone will no longer say, "Rabbi when did you get here”
in my life? Instead, they will say, “Oh my
God you have always been here and I really wasn’t present to you – on either shore
of the lake of my life. Amen.”
MARILYN CHIN
Poem for Today - May 5, 2014
THE SURVIVOR
Don’t tap your chopsticks against your bowl.
Don’t throw your teacup against the wall in anger.
Don’t suck on your long black braid and weep.
Don’t tarry around the big red sign that says “danger!”
All the tempests will render still; seas will calm,
horses will retreat, voices to surrender.
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That you have bloomed this way and not that,
that your skin is yellow, not white, not black,
that your were born not a boychild but a girl,
that this world will be forever puce-pink are just as well.
Remember, the survivor is not the strongest or most clever;
merely, the survivor is almost always the youngest.
And you shall have to relinquish that title before long.
The title of my homily for this 3rd Sunday of Easter, Year A, is, “Old Movies, New Takes.”
In many homes there is a shelf or two that holds old
movies. There is also Netflix and the TCM – the Turner Classic Movies channel.
I like old movies – old favorites.
Question: Is that
a sign of old age?
Listening to some younger people who love to go to new
movies – I think not going to movies is a sign of old age. How many times
have we heard old folks say, “The last time I went out to a movie, it was The Sound of Music or The Passion of the Christ or Gone With the Wind.”
And the other person says, “Oh my God, you’re old. You’re
out of touch.”
I was visiting my sister Mary at Easter and I spotted a cabinet
next to the TV with 4 shelves – 4 shelves of old movies. She doesn’t have
cable, so I suggested, “How about watching a movie?” She said, “Good. Pick
one.”
So I had my pick of the liter – and there they were lots of
old John Wayne westerns –as well as Casablanca
– Moonstruck – and The Fugitive.
I said, “Did you ever see The Fugitive with Harrison Ford?”
“Nope,” she said.
So for the 10th time at least, I watched The Fugitive. For the first time she
watched The Fugitive.
Father Joe Krastel loves baseball games on TV. If he’s
not there and I get the clicker, I love to catch old movies – no commercials –
and if he walks in - he often says, “How many times have you seen this movie?”
And I say, “I love to see movies I like, because every
time I watch one, I see something new.”
I do.
Question: How about you?
OWNING A BIBLE
To me the Bible is like that cabinet with its shelves of
old movies.
I used to go to a Jesuit priest, Father Frank Miles, for
Spiritual Direction in my life. I made a
few directed 8 day silent retreats with him – and each day we’d meet for a one to one session of chatting. At the end he’d
give me – as well as each person making the directed retreat – a Bible text or
story – to ponder – and be with – and pray with. The retreat house he was at - was
in Wernersville, Pa. and then he ended up down in the Jesuit Retreat House in Faulkner, Maryland - on the Potomoc River. Both have great green grounds to walk on.
I once asked him out of the blue – how many scripture
stories – did he own? How many scripture stories or texts – were his own?”
And he paused and thought about my question and then
said, “Oh! …. Maybe about 75.”
He didn’t ask me, “How many do you own?”
In time I asked myself that question and my answer today
would be, “Oh! …. About 40.”
Question: how many old scripture texts and stories do you
own? By this Bible question, I'm asking, how many scripture texts and stories - do you have written within yourself - you might not go by chapter and verse - but you go by the theme - the message - like you find yourself saying about one of your kids, "Father, forgive her because she doesn't know what she's doing!" Or, "Relax, some people get into the vineyard the last hour."
Question: how many old movies do you own?
By this movie question, I’m asking, how many movies do
you know the plot so well - that it’s part of your life? How many movies do you
think about from time to time – without watching them on a screen – but they
are re-reruns in your mind – and someone says something or something clicks –
and on goes the movie or a key scene or line from the movie in your mind.
If you watch NCIS – you know that the character, Anthony DiNozzo, is doing this over and over and over again. He
frames what happens to him and others – with scenes and lines from movies he has seen.
So once more the question: what movies – what scenes from
what movies – do you watch over and over and over again in your mind?
I often think of
the movie Mr. Holland’s Opus - starring Richard Dreyfus – as Glenn
Holland. How many of us think – we could be somewhere else – doing the real
thing – that we want to be doing – but in the meanwhile here we are right here,
right now, doing what we’re doing in the everyday of our life – and sometimes
we feel an “uh”- that is, a feeling of the uneasy – when it comes to life’s duties. Surprise, Mr. Holland
discovers: "This was my life! My life work was teaching high school music. This was my opus. It was a lowly job compared to being a football coach. It was a job I took in the meanwhile - while always hoping to write a great symphony - yet teaching music to all these kids for all these years: that was my life. That is my meaning."
How many people are like Marlon Brando, playing the part
of Terry Malloy, in the movie, On The Waterfront?
And we find ourselves saying in our own words, his words to others in our
life: “You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I
coulda been somebody instead of a bum, which is what I am.” It’s some of the same feelings of Mr.
Holland.
How many people get through the day, because like Ingrid
Bergman and Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca,
“We always have Paris.” And they play that line, that scene over and over
again. “Play it. Sam. Play, ‘As Time Goes By.’”
People own Bibles. They are on some shelf in their home.
But we have to take it off the shelf – hear the readings at Mass – watch the
movie – over and over again.
If you get this, you get what I mean by owning not the
whole Bible, but certain stories and texts from the Bible.
LIKE TODAY’S
GOSPEL
Today’s gospel, the story of the disciples, on their way
from Jerusalem to Emmaus – a seven mile walk – is a movie, a story, that is
worth knowing and owning.
It’s the story of every Christian – it’s the story of
every person.
We need time – distance – talking to strangers, talking to each other, talking and walking
with ourselves, breaking bread, living lots of life, so as to figure out from a distance – so as to
get in touch with what really happened in the here and now of our life.
And in that walking, and in that talking, and in that
questioning, they and we can discover
Jesus – a stranger – walking, talking and listening to us, someone, whom we finally realize, “He is the Lord.”
I remember giving a high school retreat once and the kids
called one of the nuns in their school, “Sister Mary Emmaus.” That wasn’t really her name, but she referred
to the Emmaus story, so many times, like every other day, that the kids called
her that. That nun owned the Emmaus story.
It was her movie.
WEDDINGS, WAKES
AND FUNERALS
As priest, I get to a lot of weddings, wakes and
funerals.
I like to ask about the deceased, “Did they have a
favorite Bible text?”
I like it that families are asked to pick the readings
for a funeral – because they try to match scripture texts to a person’s life –
or to what they think people will be thinking and praying about at the funeral.
Couples about to be married are asked to do the same
thing. For the second reading, they often pick, Paul’s words from First Corinthians,
“Love is patient, love is kind, love is not inflated, etc. etc. etc. Love never
ends.” But not always. I’ve noticed
changes in these readings. They answer
favorite movie with more ease and answers that favorite Bible text.
At weddings, wakes, funerals, and baptisms, I see people
living out the Emmaus Gospel text. Luke’s story is pointing out that it takes
distance – to really see.
And so on a wedding day, or a funeral or a baptism, sometimes it’s a very clear
day and people can see forever. At the
baptism of a new baby, it’s the grandparents
and great grandparents whom I assume are seeing the most, because they have
lived the most. They sit there looking at the whole scene and the whole scene
makes sense. They sit there looking at the movie of their life – their parents
– and being parents themselves – seeing their life going on in their kids – and
it all makes sense.
They sit there and they are feeling the same words we
heard in today’s gospel, “Their hearts were burning within” as they were
watching the scene in front of them – and the movies of their lives going on
within them.
So too the parents and grandparents at every wedding.
There is no popcorn in church – but there are tears and tissues – as people
watch re-runs of the lives of the couple being married.
So too funerals – at the wake – and at the funeral – with the eulogy - and at
the grave – and in the days that follow.
Isn’t that why we have the slide shows now at funerals –
along with pictures of the person who died on tables around the room?
CONCLUSION
The title of my homily is, “Old Movies, New Takes.”
In the Emmaus story, Jesus the stranger shows the two
disciples scenes from the whole Bible – and the two disciples begin to see –
not only who Jesus really was, but who they really are – and they recognize
Jesus in the breaking of the bread – and they have to run back to Jerusalem to
share what they experienced with the community they had been with – whom they
had walked away from.
A good movie, a good story, has to be experienced over
and over and over again – and with each watching – we get new takes and retakes
on our life, each other’s lives and the life of Jesus within us. Amen.
MOTHER'S DAY
AND FATHER'S DAY
ARE COMING UP
Poem For Today - May 4, 2014
PARENTS
For Vanessa Meredith
and Samuel Wolf Gezari
What it must be like to be an angel
or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.
The last time we go to bed good,
they are there, lying about darkness.
They dandle us once too often,
these friends who become our enemies.
Suddenly one day, their juniors
are as old as we yearn to be.
They get wrinkles where it is better
smooth, odd coughs, and smells.
It is grotesque how they go on
loving us, we go on loving them.
The effrontery, barely imaginable,
of having caused us. And of how.
Their lives: surely
we can do better than that.
This goes on for a long time. Everything
they do is wrong, and the worst thing,
they all do it, is to die
taking with them the last explanation,
how we came out of the wet sea
or wherever they got us from,
taking the last link
of that chain with them.
Father, mother, we cry, wrinkling
to our uncomprehending children and grandchildren.
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did he stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, Make plain the reason tortured Tantulus is baited by the fickle fruit, declare If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus To struggle up a never-ending stair, Inscrutable His ways are, and immune To catechism by a mind too strewn With petty cares to slightly understand What awful brain compels His awful hand. Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.
(c) Countee Cullen
Friday, May 2, 2014
WHAT ARE YOU
WRESTLING WITH TODAY?
Poem for Today - May 2, 2014
JACOB
Years and scars later I finally learn all angels travel under assumed names.
(c) George Garrett
Cf. Genesis 32: 23-33
Thursday, May 1, 2014
UNBEARABLE SILENCE
OF GOD
Poem for May 1, 2014
PROSE POEM
I look at you in helpless silence, incapable of doing a
thing for you. In the middle of the white-washed walls of the hospital ward you
lie, groaning quietly in the dark abyss of pain. Only a miracle can bring you some relief. I
have nothing to offer, but a prayer. All
my prayers reach the Almighty, an attempt I shall make. I am trying to shake off His unbearable
silence. Desolation and numbness in your
eyes drive me crazy and as I leave the ward quietly, I hear the footsteps of
death. I want to cut off my ears to block their sound. But will that delay the advent of death? From your voicelessness before death, I move
toward your silence after death – and I do not even want to feel angry or shed
tears at my helplessness.
