Monday, February 16, 2015

February 16, 2015


UNOFFICIAL SOUNDS AT  CHURCH


The church was filled with the usual
Sunday Morning crowd. The usual ushers
were ushering in folks to their preferential seats.
People were checking watches and cell phones.
Two or three kids were letting out some preliminary
sounds and screams. Various folks were looking
around at the different visitors, regulars, and giving
signals to friends  they knew various places in town.

Then the silent conversations began.

Some sat there - eyes closed in prayer - for family,
neighbors, relatives and friends.  Others were
busy making inner comments about themselves,
what’s going on in their lives, or that priest up there
and so and so at the organ. Horrible music as
usual. Why don’t they get a new music director.
And what’s with that lady in the fourth row – in
that dress. Doesn’t she know she’s in church?
And that teenager  - the one there with the tattoos.

And God looked at all who were there this morning –
rejoicing at all these people – all these people who
were there for all kinds of reasons: feeling emptiness
or they were chewing the cud of anger  or they felt
the need for bread from the table or wine from the

table this Sunday. Amen. Come Lord Jesus. Amen.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

IT  WAS  VALENTINE’S DAY



[For  a  change  of  pace, since it was St. Valentine’s Day yesterday, I decided to write a love story. Since today’s First Reading and Gospel talk about folks with skin problems, I made up this story yesterday about 2 people with skin problems and did a second draft of it this morning. So the title of my story is, “It Was Valentine’s Day. This is totally fictional. The 2 characters in the story don’t exist, but in a way, I hope they do.]

It was Valentine’s day and Jack and Jill seemed to be the happiest couple in The Cozy Corner Restaurant.  They were in a booth over in the corner – laughing and laughing - and enjoying and enjoying - their steak and chips – red catsup on both – as well as strawberry milk shakes and heart shaped cupcakes for dessert.

The Cozy Corner Restaurant was bright lights – no low lights and candles restaurant – certainly not a Valentine’s Day Restaurant. Jack and Jill knew it wouldn’t be too crowded.

It was not only the 9th anniversary of their wedding – but also the 10th anniversary of their engagement: February 14th.

They met in rehab – both back from  Iraq – both wounded warriors from the
First Gulf War.  Both were wounded big time by I.E.D’s -  Improvised Explosive Devices.

Jill lost her sight – and had serious scars on forehead and face.  Jack lost one ear. His face was also seriously burnt and damaged for life.  Serious plastic surgery was performed on both of them – but … well – they had both been seriously scarred.

Recovery was slow – not just of skin and body – but also of soul and spirit.

The miracle happened when both met in the same rehab center. The more they talked, the more the skin of their souls healed.

Jack popped the question  - Valentine’s Day – 10 years ago. His best line was: “Hey, Jill, I recently realized the two of us can make one person. So will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course, I’ve been wondering when you’d ask.”

They did.

At first sight, some people upon seeing them - would shake their heads, close their eyes and turn away from them.

“Ooooh!” And “Ooohs” can have many interpretations – some of them hurtful.

At first it annoyed Jack that people would do this – but what made up for it at times – was that Jack knew Jill – being blind - couldn’t see other people’s faces.

At times - people who knew or got to know Jack and Jill – would wince and tighten their fists – but not at Jack and Jill – but at looks and comments by others.

Once - a college kid said, “Look at the stranger rangers over there – Ugly and Uglier.” One drunk college guy yelled “Hey lepers!” And the drunk’s  girlfriend laughed.

As they grew older – those who knew their story – would call them, “Beautiful and More Beautiful.”

I once heard some folks say about them, “You know that old cliché – ‘Couples who really love each other – begin to look like the other - more and more as time goes on.’ Well, did you notice that Jack and Jill are looking more and more like each other – every day.”

After rehab – after getting married - they both went to the same college – and both got the same Master’s Degree - in Social Work. Since Jill was blind this made Homework and studying together that much easier.

They worked – together - many times - both at 3 different Veterans Administration Hospitals – helping in the healing of so many wounded warriors.

The Army discovered they were great speakers – and their gig was great – not just for those in the military – but also others – who had heard about them.

They loved to say out loud in talks to military folks – as well as to others -  who were in the pits – or suffering from depression – or wounded from serious accidents or what have you, “I’m Jack!”  “I’m Jill.”

They would continue,  “And many people thought we were over the hill – because of our injuries. But as you can see here we are – not over the hill - we’re here fetching and giving out pails of clear cool water.”

If it was February, and it was an all-male group of wounded soldiers, Jill loved to say – sort of with a whisper and a cautious look around the room, “Love healed both of us. Laughter healed both of us. Meeting each other healed us. Then she would add: “Jack’s greatest compliment to me so far was, ‘Jill, it’s February. It’s the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition time, and I’m not interested in seeing anyone but you.’”

That always got a big, “Ahhh!” – except for some exceptional Christians.

Then Jill would say, “And when I first heard that, I asked, ‘Jack what’s this Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition?’”

Sometimes they would throw into their talks to wounded warriors, “We’re both Christians, Catholics, and we both love the gospel stories when Jesus healed people with skin problems – called ‘Leprosy’ back then.” Well, we discovered first hand – we’re being Jesus to each other – because Jesus healed folks – and our love for each other – healed us together.”

They also loved to say, “We didn’t know it back then – when we had great skin, the more we discovered what it is to have been burnt or wounded – we learned that everyone feels ugly – or hurt or burnt – from rejections, from broken relationships – from family fights – from this and that.


And they would love to conclude, “Yes, we have two beautiful kids, Lucy  and Dezi.  And yes, they’re funny, but you should see their skin.”
February 15, 2015

OFF  TO  THE  SIDE 


I prefer to be - off to the side - 
in the wings - a prompter - 
whispering out forgotten lines - 
in the play on stage.

I prefer to be - off to the side - 
the garbage dump - hidden 
by trees or hills or billboards - 
on the ugly edge of the city. 

I prefer to be off to the side - 
In the church - the confession box - 
along the edge wall of the church - 
it too - also being  - a garbage dump. 

I prefer to be off to the side - 
the person you turn to when 
you sin or hurt yourself or others -
and you feel all alone and an “Uh oh!”

I prefer to be the Lamb of God
who takes away the sins of
the world, the one who brings
mercy and forgiveness for all.

In reality, I prefer to be the Christ -
the one - in the midst of the mess -
hanging on the tree of the cross -
on top of the hill - for all in need.



© Andy Costello, Reflections by the Bay, 2015
February 14, 2015




THE HEART OF THE MATTER

Does everyone spend their life
trying to get to the heart of the matter?

Is it comfort, love, recognition, control, family,
God, Jesus, Peace, an end to itchy desire?

In time, hopefully we discover in time,
it’s not me, myself and my will be done.

What is the heart of the matter? Good question.
Don’t tell me you don’t know by now.


© Andy Costello, 
Reflections by the Bay, 2015

Friday, February 13, 2015

February 13, 2015


TEMPORARY PERSON

“I feel like a temporary person.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“Well, when I walk into a room,
I feel nobody really knows me”

“Oooooh!”

“Then sometimes when I'm standing there
with a somebody,  I see them looking over my shoulder at others – for someone more interesting.”

“Interesting.”

“Then they make some faint get-a-way comment.”

“Wait, a minute, don’t run. Get back to what you’re feeling when you say to yourself, I’m a temporary person.”

“Well, yeah. People bolt away from me all the time.”

“Well, do you feel if any of this is your fault?”

Of course…. I always think it’s my fault.”

“Bummer. That has to hurt – to think that way
about yourself. By the way do you agree
with yourself when you say it’s your fault?”

“No, of course not. I’m me, but I sense nobody
really knows me – or even cares to know me.”

“Well, I know you a bit.”

“You, no I don’t sense that you know me.”

“Well, you’re telling me you feel like nothing and 
that ticks you off – or you’d like more attention,
so I think I know that about you.”

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m simply saying I feel
like a temporary person – an in-between person –
a someone,  someone uses for the moment 
till someone better comes along.”

“Oh, sorry to hear you say that – about yourself.”

“I’m also sorry to hear that I said that about myself.”

“Well, that's a start....”

“And by the way, that last comment you made was
something  I needed to hear. I sense everyone is on the edge of everyone. We hesitate to enter into other people – because if we let go and become friendly or marry another, we have a chance to grow … to know … other people – and become less alone and less lonely.”

“I like that. I would sense that’s a healthy way of thinking and becoming a person who’s getting to know themselves.”

[PAUSE - ANOTHER LONG PAUSE]

“Thanks. Thanks for trying to listen to who I am." 

"You're welcome."

"Let me add: and if I listened to myself the way you’re listening to me, maybe then I’ll stop calling myself a temporary person.”



© Andy Costello, 
Reflections 
by the Bay, 2015

Thursday, February 12, 2015

February 12, 2015



BULLIES

The bullies in the school yard sat on him,
then punched him, so too the other kids
from all the other schools he went to.

He hung in there in every school – as well as
on his way home from every school he went to –
as well as on all the teams he belonged to.

Then it was a boss and then a bunch of guys
at the office? Why is it that some people seem
to get bullied and picked on much of their lives?

Will a day come when he’ll be so angry with all these
bullies within and without – that he too will become a
bully, a dictator or just the opposite, a protector?


© Andy Costello, Reflections on the Bay, 2015

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

February 11, 2015






THE HEALTH OF A MARRIAGE

Is it that the worse
and not the better,
the poorer
and not the richer,
the sickness
and not the health, that
gets us to communicate
about the sickness
or the death of a marriage?


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015