Saturday, March 26, 2016

March 26, 2016


PASSOVER   MOON 

Bright white light in a dark monstrance sky….
Jesus was in the garden - just two nights
ago or so. It was after the Passover Meal.
Praying - he was hoping they would pray
with him - but no, they were sleeping.
Then came the arrest - because of Judas’
betrayal - money and a kiss. Jesus was
arrested - mocked - put on trial - dragged
and killed on a hill - on a cross that Friday
afternoon. He was buried in a borrowed
tomb. Then the Father pulls him out of
that stone tomb tabernacle - to rise, to
proclaim:  hope, peace, new life, resurrection
to those in locked upper rooms - brains in
stubborn skulls - minds that were Thomas
sure that there was no more. But there was 
more at Galilee’s shore - bread - full nets
of caught fish  - breakfast with Jesus on
the beach of the future - still going -
2000 years later. Looking at the
Passover Moon, does anyone have 
Thomas doubts that there won’t be 
more - much, much, more - to come?







© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Friday, March 25, 2016


LAST  WORDS

The title of my reflections for this Good Friday Mass tonight is, “Last Words.”

On the death bed of our cross - what will be our last words?

On Good Friday - down through the years -  it’s been a tradition - to reflect on one or two or all of the traditional 7 Last Words of Jesus.

Actually they are seven  sayings or statements of Jesus - like, “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.” Or “Father, into your hands I place my spirit.” Or “I thirst.” Or, the words which Jesus said  to the Good Thief on the other cross, “Today you’ll be with me in Paradise.”

Someone wasn’t under the cross with a tape recorder or a Cross Ball Point pen jotting down these last words of Jesus.

But in time to help us, they were written down in Greek in the Gospels - and we find three of them in Luke and three of them in John. And the other statement, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” we find in both Matthew and Mark.

What will be our last words?  I would say that we can’t plan on what we’re going to say when we’re dying. In books of quotes we find various death bed words from famous people - and some are apocryphal like Lincoln saying to his wife, “I told you - I didn’t want to go to - a damn play.”

I remember reading -  that Goethe’s last words were, “More light.”

This afternoon in writing this homily to get some light - I looked up on Google, “Death Bed Words” and found some interesting comments.

One woman said, “My mom's last words to me were 'You have to learn the difference between Chinese and Japanese people, because they don't like it when you mix them up.' I wish I was joking. Those were my mom’s last words.”


Another lady said, “I was a health care aide on a geriatric ward - when a woman - so old and frail - she looked dead already - motioned to me to come to her. I put my ear next to her mouth and she quietly said, 'I just wanted to say 'goodbye' to someone.' It broke my heart. She died a few days later….”

Another person said, “When I first started as a 911 dispatcher - I had a call come in - and all that the person said was 'Tell them I'm sorry,' and hung up….’ “I knew right away what we were going to find when we got there. It was the worst feeling. I just felt so dirty that I was the last one to talk to this guy, and no matter how fast we sent help it didn't matter - it was just too late. So I guess he was confessing, but it just made me feel icky.”

“In nursing school a lady in her mid-40s came in after a car accident.” “She needed surgery, and before she went in - she made me promise to tell her husband that she had a child before she met him and put it up for adoption and should her son ever come looking for her to let him know she was sorry and loved him every day.” Then this nurse said, “She lived and I hope she got to tell him that herself.”

Frank Sinatra died after saying, “I’m losing it.”

William Henry Seward, architect of the Alaska Purchase, was asked if he had any final words. He replied, “Nothing, only ‘love one another.’”

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who wrote the Sherlock Holmes stories, died at age 71 in his garden. He turned to his wife and said, “You are wonderful,” then clutched his chest and died.

As he was dying, Alfred Hitchcock said, “One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.”

Father Tizio would love this one. Former baseball player “Moe” Berg’s last words: “How did the Mets do today?”

The night before my brother was to have major surgery in the Washington Hospital Center on his brain cancer,  I talked to him on phone from New York and my last words to him were, “I love you.” And his last words to me were, “I love you too.” I got down to D.C. the next day - but he didn’t make it.

I have my last words with my mom on a tape recorder - 45 minutes’ worth of wonderful words. I got the thought to get her story on tape. She was still very healthy and still working - at the age of 82. So I set up a small tape recorder and asked her about her life. After a while she got tired and said, “The moo is out of me.”  She then said, “Next time we’ll get the rest of the story.”  

She was killed in a hit and run accident two weeks later - so that tape is very precious - very, very precious.  

And I got the moo part of her comment when years later we visited a family graveyard not too far from where my mom was from in Galway,  Ireland. To get into the graveyard, they had like a turnstile to keep cows out. I was with my two sisters and my brother-in-law. Wow was my sister Peggy the nun surprised when she stepped in you know what. Evidently the cows had an Easy Pass Path in some other way.

Nope what she said was not her last words. I got to hear a few of them in a last chance conversation with her in Scranton, Pennsylvania before she died.

The title of my reflection for tonight is, “Last words.”

Jesus had some wonderful words on the wooden death bed of the cross. The one I like the best and have said 1,000 times is, “Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing.”

I would like and love to add something my classmate Larry told me. He had had a sort of fight or disagreement with his mom over something as he was going back to Brazil where he was stationed - and he gets back and gets a call a short time afterwards that his mom had died.

He flew back to Brooklyn but before going over to the funeral parlor he dropped into church and had a great prayer talk with his mom - that was filled with forgiveness - and then he was able to face her in the casket.



We Christians have Easter. We have our great faith gift that there is life after this - and we only have metaphors and hopes what heaven is like - but my hope and my faith tell me - we can all love one another for all eternity and say the things we always wanted to say - the “I’m sorry’s” - the “I love you’s” - the saying, “With you and God I am in paradise.”
March 25, 2016

GOOD  FRIDAY  

It was bad till Jesus made it good.
That’s the message. It’s as simple
as a plain gold or wooden cross.
How? Forgiveness. Reaching out.
Thinking of those around our death
bed. Putting all into God’s hands,
even when we’re feeling forsaken.

P.S. It doesn’t have to be just Fridays.
We can make any day in the week
a Good Sunday, Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday or Saturday.





© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Thursday, March 24, 2016

March 24, 2016

YEAR  OF  MERCY 

This is the year of mercy,
forgiveness, and understanding.

All three knocked on my door!

I said to the knock, knock:
“Who’s there? Who’s there?”

And God said, “We are Mercy,
Forgiveness and Understanding.”

And I said, “Go away! I don’t
know You by those names.
You are judgment, justice
and punishment. And I am
sin, selfishness and guilt.”

And sad to say, God walked 
away that day - hoping 
someday I’ll show mercy, 
forgiveness and understanding 
to someone else as well as
to myself and that will be 
the day I’ll hear God 
standing at my door once again
knocking, knocking, knocking
and this time I'll let God in.[1]


Note:
[1] Revelation 3:20; John 20:19-21
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

TASTE

READING  HEBREWS 2:9b-11

We  see  Jesus crowned with glory and honor because he suffered death, that through God's gracious will he might taste death for the sake of all men. Indeed, it was fitting that when bringing many sons to glory God, for whom and through whom all things exist, should make their leader in the work of salvation perfect through ­suffering.

REFLECTION

The word from this short reading from Hebrews that hit me was the word, “Taste.”

Taste ----   T   A   S   T   E ---- Taste.

We just heard  from this New Testament reading called “Hebrews” that Jesus tasted death for the sake of all.

People who have tasted death - know the taste. People who have tasted death often change.

Today is Holy Thursday…. Tonight we celebrate the Passover Meal - that meal that Jesus celebrated on the night before he died. It was his Last Supper.

It was to be the Meal we Christians have celebrated millions and millions and millions of times ever since in memory of him.

It’s called “The Mass”. The Mass is the Passover Meal. 

Taste and see the goodness of the Lord.

That night Jesus tasted bread. He took it - broke it - and passed  the broken bread out to his disciples saying, “Taste, take and eat - this is my body.”

That night Jesus  tasted wine. He took it and passed it out to his disciples saying, “Taste, take  and drink - this is my blood.”

Do this in memory of me.

That night Jesus tasted not just the future - but he also tasted the past. Jesus was tasting memories. Jesus tasted the Pascal Lamb, the bitter herbs, the bread, the wine.

Jesus tasted history in the Passover Meal which his people had celebrated for centuries - in memory of  the story -  of their redemption, their salvation, in becoming a people.

Jesus tasted the story of his people eating unleavened bread in Egypt - they were in a rush - and then rushed to freedom from slavery that night different from all other nights. It was their baptism - going through the waters of their baptism - into freedom. 

That night Jesus also tasted the future. Jesus tasted fears about his apostles, his key followers - who would he called to do so much in memory of him. He could taste and hear Peter’s denials. He could taste and fear Judas’ betrayal. He could taste the tears in his eyes that these men would run from him tonight in the Garden.

This Holy Thursday taste the past and taste the future.

Taste and chew on what Jesus was about: serving - washing feet - going the extra mile - stopping on roads to feel who is tugging at the edge of our sleeve - to hear who wants our time our skills and our love.

Taste Jesus’ total Holy Communion with his Father when he could escape to be in prayer with his Father for at least an hour in the mountains - or a garden -  in the night - in his inner room in secret.

Taste Jesus total Holy Communion with those who screamed out for him for healing.

Taste interruptions.

Life is often about interruptions.

They cross us up every time.

Sometimes we have to eat quickly - do what we have to do quickly - even if what we do is unleavened - not finished enough - not good enough - and we feel like broken bread and quickly sipped wine.

It’s life 101.

Holy Thursday is here. It passes over us over and over again - year after year - after year.

We get a good taste of it today - and every day we are at Mass - and every time we wash feet -  and every time get out onto the street for another day of life.

This reflection was just a taste of one word - “TASTE” -  from one small section of the New Testament document called “Hebrews”.  It gives us a tiny taste of what the whole book is about - the Mass - the Eucharist - the mystery and history of Passover Meal.

This reflection for Holy Thursday gave us a taste of some of things Jesus was feeling that day - that Holy Week - that Horrible Week.

Jesus is telling us expect betrayals and denials - expect people who can’t stay with us for an hour - expect night - expect rejections and not being understood at times - expect the cross.

But above all expect Resurrection.



Expect Easter - expect forgiveness - expect full nets - with fresh catches of fish. Expect new mornings with the taste of breakfast with Jesus on our breath. Amen.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

March 23, 2016

BACKSTAGE

It’s not all backstage, in fact, when
it’s a great play, we are not thinking
about what’s going on backstage.
We’re seeing only what’s up front -
the story, “the play’s the thing” that
catches “the conscience of the king”. [1]

But backtrack a bit - and know it is
backstage - the background of the
Shakespeare who wrote the play -
and where he got his ideas from -
and what his “why” is all about. Why?
Motive? Message? Meaning? Methods?

So yes, appearances matter. But ….
“All the  world’s a stage, All the men 
and women merely players.” [2] 

What really matters is the reality behind 
the costumes and the lines - the story 
behind the story and what happened 
to get someone to create the play 
and the actors and actresses to become
players and make their appearances....

But most of all, we need to sit there and
watch what what happens to Everyman [3]
and Everywoman 
after the play - after the
bows, after the curtain closes - after all, audience and actors - go through the
seven stages of life backstage - back home.

                                                    © Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

NOTES

[1] Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act  II, ii, 641

 [2] Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, vii, 139

[3] Everyman, a Middle English, Tudor Period, play - in which God the Father sends Death to summon every creature to give an account of his or her life. Check Google under "Everyman" and you'll find out more about this morality play by an unknown author. Here is one comment from Wikipedia: "The cultural setting is based on the Roman Catholicism of the era. Everyman attains afterlife in heaven by means of good works and the Catholic Sacraments, in particular Confession, Penance, Unction, Viaticum and receiving the Eucharist."


Everyman (play) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everyman_(play)

Wikipedia




Tuesday, March 22, 2016

March 22, 2016

GOOD WILL

Lord, as you enter my store, please realize 
I’m not an expensive 5th Avenue high end store.
I’m used goods - marked down - on sale.
I’ve been around and around and around -
recycled - but please have the good will to find
some stuff in me you like and you’ll buy. Amen.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016