MOTHERHOOD AND APPLE PIE
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily for this 3rd Sunday after Easter is,
“Motherhood and Apple Pie.”
This week - starting with today - is Earth Week and includes Earth Day as well.
Question: does naming a day or a week or a month or a year - for some
special cause or occupation - have any
impact?
Translation: does it work?
How about Secretary’s Day or Week,
also labeled “Administrative Professional’s Day or Week?” That day or
week takes place in April every year in
the United States. It’s this week - by the way. Are bosses better to their
secretaries that day or week? Does that improve life in the office?
Answer: each of us has to know - look - and ask ourselves: “Does a
special day or week have any impact on us? Do we treat others - mom, dad,
secretary, whoever - whenever a special day, week or month is declared for
them to be noticed - appreciated - and thanked?”
BUCKMINSTER FULLER
AND BATHROOMS
At least 30 or 40 years ago I was watching TV and Buckminster Fuller was
being interviewed. I knew he was an architect and an engineer - but I didn’t
know about his way of thinking. I didn’t know his attitude towards earth and
our universe. He’s the guy who called our earth, “Spaceship Earth.”
During the interview he began talking about public bathrooms and how
messy and ugly they can be. He said that he tries to leave a bathroom cleaner
and neater - than when he walked into one.
I heard that message loud and clear and I have tried to do that ever
since. With just that simple message, he preached a better sermon than I could
for Earth Day or Earth Week.
Does that challenge or impact you?
I’m sure in our
lifetime we’ve seen many messy bathrooms along the highways of life -
especially in gas stations. “Hey, I had to go.”
What’s a bathroom in a spaceship like? Type into Google that question
and you’ll see a picture of a $50,000 dollar toilet that’s on exhibit in the
National Air and Space Museum.
If one is messy, there would be very few to blame on an space station.
How about the next person who uses a bathroom in a 757 airplane after we just finished? They are small and hard to go in - while
flying in the friendly skies.
How well am I taking care of Spaceship Earth - while I’m on earth or in
the skies above it?
Will all the stuff spoken and written about earth today and this week
have an impact on this earth - Mother Earth.
TITLE OF MY HOMILY
Once more the title of my homily is, “Motherhood and Apple Pie.”
I’m reading and hearing that our Pope Francis - is coming out with a key
letter on the earth - and ecology - in a
month or two or three.
I’ve heard people po po all this earth stuff - as nonsense - as
political stuff. I’ve heard people make fun of tree huggers - and all that.
The Catholic Church is stereotyped as off on abortion - and we’re mocked
for that at times. I’m happy to see in the last bunch of years - prolife issues
including all of life issue - from A to Z, from abortion to zoology, from the ecology to the environment to
capital punishment to war to the air and the oceans - health - cancer - etc.
etc. etc. - all of life.
Awareness can lead to action - and hopefully more and more people will
take action to make our air - our waters - our bodies - our spirits - our
inlook and our outlook - healthy and heavenly.
What’s your take on all this? Does it sound like “motherhood and apple pie?”
Translation: it's a cliche. It's soft. It's blabber.
BAPTISM
I did a baptism yesterday - Saturday - at 1 PM - another at 6 PM - and had another this afternoon at 3 PM -
and I had a wedding yesterday at 3 PM. These are life moments, sacred moments - babies and brides and bridegrooms -
motherhood and fatherhood - moments. We hope the best for all.
In the baptismal ceremony the deacon or priest baptizing the baby - puts oil on
her or his forehead - and rubs it in. While doing this this new born person is
being called - anointed - to become prophets, priests and kings. If the baby is a girl, I add prophetess, priestess
and queen.
During these baptisms I think about all that’s going on here: with skin,
life, oil, water, words, gestures - symbols - etc. etc. etc. All are used.
Take prophets: we are all called to be prophets. It means to call out -
speak out - against unfairness. When I see someone drop a soda can or a wrapper, I sometimes yell out - “Hey - [whistle]
- you dropped something.” I have the can or wrapper in hand and I try to hand
it back to the person who dropped stuff on our living room floor - the sidewalks
of our world. I’ve only done that while wearing a t-shirt or jeans. Most people reject my prophecy - but sometimes
I surprise them and they take their garbage back.
I like to see kids having fun with skateboards, but I hate to see skate
boarders damaging property. For example I’ve seen them trying to jump with their
skate boards onto the head of the Alex Haley statue in downtown Annapolis.
So I
don’t dislike skateboarding because a kid might break their head or leg. I should. I worry about their possible defacing the bronze skin of Alex Haley and the bronze kids
listening to him at the edge of the water where slaves came into Annapolis.
Speaking up is the call to be a prophet. We’re also called to be priests - all
of us - to treat all as sacred - to thank God for all the good around us.
Years ago I was reading the works and words of the French Jesuit priest,
Teilhard de Chardin. Some theologians in Rome and around the world wanted his
theology condemned. It wasn’t. Some wanted him silenced. He kept writing.
He died on
Easter Sunday - 1955 in New York City.
His grave is in Poughkeepsie NY - right on the grounds of the Culinary Institute of America. I
stood at this grave at least 1 dozen times and thanked him for his insights and
impressions and challenges about our world. I noticed that Pope Benedict
praised him in various words - and that helped change people’s take on him.
When I say Mass and I lift up the host at the consecration I often think
of a moment in Teilhard de Chardan’s life when he was in a desert in China and
he had no bread - so at one sunrise he stood there and grabbed the rising sun
and held it up and offered all the planet - all the earth back to God who
created it all. You can find this in his book: The Mass of All the World.
Listen to these words from that book, “Since
once again, Lord — though this time not in the forests of the Aisne but in the
steppes of Asia — I have neither bread, nor wine, nor altar, I will raise
myself beyond these symbols, up to the pure majesty of the real itself; I, your
priest, will make the whole earth my altar and on it will offer you all the
labors and sufferings of the world.
Over there, on the horizon, the sun has just
touched with light the outermost fringe of the eastern sky. Once again, beneath
this moving sheet of fire, the living surface of the earth wakes and trembles,
and once again begins its fearful travail. I will place on my paten, O God, the
harvest to be won by this renewal of labour. Into my chalice I shall pour all
the sap which is to be pressed out this day from the earth’s fruits.
My paten and my chalice are the depths of a
soul laid widely open to all the forces which in a moment will rise up from
every corner of the earth and converge upon the Spirit. Grant me the
remembrance and the mystic presence of all those whom the light is now
awakening to the new day.
So we’re called to prophets and priests - prophetesses and priestesses
We’re called from our baptism to also be queens and kings of all the
earth.
Kings and Queens - this kingdom - this earth is ours - and all of us are
called to be the type of kings and queens of this kingdom that Jesus called us
to be - servants. Give us this bread on earth our daily bread as it is in heaven.
POETS
The poets get this and April is Poetry Month.
I love the prayer and the poem, God’s
World by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Listen to how she begins her poem.
By Edna St.
Vincent Millay
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt
crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black
bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
I also love a line in the poem Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson:
“I am a part of all that I have met”
We are part of all that we have met.
Our mom ate the fruits and vegetables, meat and potatoes,
apple pie and peanut butter of the earth while forming us.
I am part of all that I have met.
Stand next to a person who is downwind and is smoking.
Go by a house whose front yard is spring perfect - or it's a
junkyard. Get in touch with how the good, the bad and the ugly impact us.
I am part of all that I breathe, see, hear, taste, and
touch.
APPLE
PIE
Carl Sagan - scientist - who could be rather poetic, wrote the following words in Cosmos: “If you wish
to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.”
If you get that, you get, you see the connection - the communion - of all with all.
A motorcycle at 2 AM wakes us
up and connects us with the driver, the noise, the whole of life.
A piece of apple pie can do the same - connecting us with the maker -
Maker with a big M - meaning God - and maker with a small “m”
- its maker and baker.
An apple pie can put a smile on our face - can get us to ask for a
second piece. It can put a smile on our mother’s face - seeing our face - and God’s face as well - and we sit there at table enjoying communion with
each other - not rushing away from the table and into the night like people
rushing out of church - missing a chance to connect with folks here in closing
prayers and some words as we head for our cars.
CONCLUSION
The title of my homily is, “Motherhood and Apple Pie.”
This week is earth week. Look around.
Become silent and listen and let me close with these words
of George Eliot from her novel, Middlemarch.
“If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human
life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat,
and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.”
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