Tuesday, August 2, 2016

August 2, 2016


DIFFERENCES 
AND DISTANCES 

It takes time to bridge our
differences and distances …
slowly - your side, my side -
then the reaching out - the
work - so, so difficult at times -
but it’s not for us alone - but
for those who will benefit
because we have met half way -
but that will be long forgotten
as others travel across us into
unknown nexts  - slowly building
a future in which they don’t know 
yet what it will take. They too will
have their own work to do - to bridge 
their differences and distances



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Monday, August 1, 2016

August 1, 2016


WHY THIS PLACE? 

I stopped here to wonder
why on earth you created
this particular place, O God?
Why these dark shadows?
Why these hard bark trees?
Why the light on these leaves?
Was it like this yesterday morning
at this exact moment? Would you
know the answer to that question
or are you hiding deep in the
dark caves in the undergrowth
wondering about children in China
or an old lady crying with dementia
in a poorly funded county home,
or rocks erupting lava on some
planet in some galaxy that nobody
will know exists till 21,016?


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016


VANITY OF VANITIES



INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 18th Sunday in Ordinary Time [C]  is the first 3 words of today’s first reading from the Wisdom Book Eccclesiastes, “Vanity of Vanities.”

Here are the first 10 words from the author, Qoheleth, his opening words for today’s first reading,  “Vanity of vanities… vanity of vanities, all things are vanity!”

Then this author, called Qoheleth asks us, “What are we after? What are we laboring for?  What do we use our wisdom and education for?”

So it’s obvious -  for starters, the readings for today want us to think about vanity - that we’re not doing what we’re doing for show or in vain.

Today’s second reading from Paul’s Letter to the Colossians says exactly this: “Seek what is above!”  He adds, “Seek the hidden in Christ.”

This message becomes even more obvious when we hear the parable from today’s gospel. It’s the story of the man who has a great harvest - is planning on building bigger and bigger barns - but the pool guy doesn’t know - he’s going to die tonight. [Luke 12:13-21]

BUMMER

We know what the word “vanity” means.

It’s being shallow, empty, superficial. We’re an empty suit. It’s a slick suit or dazzling dress - but the real me is not showing up - so we’re showing off -  wearing a disguise called, “Vanity.”

Is that a fair description of vanity? A lady in the parking lot after the 10:30 Mass said she had a different take on it. So talk to each other on your takes on what vanity is.

I did a little research on use of the word “vanity”. We use it when talking about a purse for cosmetics - a so called “vanity purse.”  There is also the so called, “vanity.” It’s a piece of furniture - a tiny table with not too deep drawers  - usually with some spilled over white powder in them - a table with a mirror to help with the make-up. We’ve heard about special license plates - with the words, “Hot Shot” - or “Go Mets” on them. They are called vanity plates. Then there is self-publishing a book which we get published by a so called,  “Vanity Press”.

TWO POEMS

Here are two poems that I wrote. The first is from years ago. It’s based on today’s gospel. It’s called, “Death In The Dark.”  It’s from a book of night prayers I wrote - but couldn’t get a publisher.

DEATH IN THE DARK
(Luke 12:16-21)

I can’t pray tonight.
My mind, my fields,
my hands, are all too full.
Dark birds shriek
a death warning across
my cornfield skies
and all I can think of
is building barns:
bigger and bigger barns.

The second poem is entitled, “Balloon Drop.” I wrote this yesterday for my blog. Talk about vanity.

BALLOON  DROP

The conventions were over
in both Cleveland and Philadelphia….
The balloons filled with air 
came floating down….
The halls were emptying out.
While watching this on TV
I spotted a cleaning woman
with a broom like handle
with some kind of a metal nail
or needle at its point -
sticking it to the balloons -
bursting them - letting the hot air out.
I couldn’t  see her face. Was
she laughing at the metaphor
or was she inwardly complaining about
how little she was getting paid
to sweep all this stuff up - the now
deflated balloons, the signs,
the cleaning up and getting ready
for the next…. Off to the side
the TV people were still interviewing 
the folks with the names. 
Nobody noticed her.

TWO NOVELS

I want to quote from two novels - both of which I never finished.

I want to add that - because I don’t want to be vain - or try to impress you - with what I have read. After all this is a homily on vanity.

The first novel is the 1987 novel Bonfire of Vanities by Tom Wolfe.


Savonarola

Tom Wolfe got his title from today’s first reading as well as from the Dominican priest Girolamo Savonarola’s reformation and burning of stuff in big public bonfires in Florence, Italy back in 1497. He condemned vanity. Take it off. Dump it. Burn it. He called for reform in church, clerics, pope, and city. Then he himself ended up being excommunicated, condemned, tortured, hung and burnt to death.

Tom Wolfe’s novel features New York City  in the 1980’s - Wall Street, filled with greed, corruption, racism, demonstrations, riots, what have you.

A quote from the novel about Sherman McCoy, the main character of the novel, “Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called 'Being a Father' so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life.”

Is that true? Does that fit? I know I don’t want to forget the child in me - yet I guess the adult me better show up from time to time.

Or this quote, Yes see, Sherman, who started with so much, lost everything. But he gained his soul. Whereas I, you see, who started with so little, gained everything. ‘What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, but loses...’ Ah well. There are compensations.”

The second novel is Madam Bovary - by Gustave Flaubert - a classic novel that also gets into the issue of vanity big time in France in the 1800’s.

Two quotes:

“There was an air of indifference about them [the male guests], a calm produced by the gratification of every passion … that special brutality which comes from the habit of breaking down half-hearted resistances that keep one fit and tickle one’s vanity - the handling of blooded horses, the pursuit of loose women.” Madam Bovary [1857], pt. 1, chapter 8, Gustave Flaubert [1821- 1880]

“It never occurred to her that if the drainpipes of a house are clogged, the rain collect in pools on the roof; and she suspected no danger until suddenly she discovered a crack in the wall.” Madam Bovary [1857], ib. II, 5, Gustave Flaubert [1821- 1880]

Cracks in the wall - wrinkles - leaks - sin -  cancer - sickness - problems with our family and our marriages - all assault our vanity - and get us in touch with the deeper things - sometimes - sometimes slowly - sometimes never - hopefully God from time to time.

So too a sudden death - of someone our own age - or someone like the man in today’s gospel.

CONCLUSION

I think that’s enough.

Vanity of vanities - quoting Tom Wolfe and Gustave Flaubert - that should be impressive -  but humbling because I don’t do well pronouncing French names.

The title of my homily is, “Vanity of Vanities.”

It’s a theme we would do well to think and pray about.

There’s a 1972 song by Carly Simon called, “You’re So Vain.” 

It has the line, “You probably think this song is about you, you’re so vain. You’re so vain.” Don’t you? Don’t you.

A bad homily is when people say to the preacher, “I wish my mother-in-law or my brother was here to hear your sermon today.

A good sermon is when someone doesn’t say anything - but they realize the sermon is about them.

Hopefully we all thought this homily is about us. It is.
July 31, 2016

WELL WATER

Well water - deep well water -
sometimes has that cold solid taste -
that fills the mouth with the feeling
of iron - liquid heaviness - and it
doesn’t even have to turn to wine
to taste sacred. It brings pause.
It brings the lifting of one’s cup
to the skies - with the comment,
“Now this is water - water that
I don’t taste from the tap or
at the restaurant table.” Now
what else am I missing from
the depths of the earth?



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Saturday, July 30, 2016

July 30, 2016

BALLOON  DROP


The conventions were over
in both Cleveland and Philadelphia….
The balloons filled with air
came floating down….
The halls were emptying out.
On TV I spotted a cleaning woman
with a broom like handle
with some kind of a metal nail
or needle at its point
sticking it too the balloons -
bursting them - letting the hot air all out.
I couldn’t  see her face. Was
she laughing at the metaphor
or was she worrying about
how little she was getting paid
to sweep all this stuff up - the now
deflated balloons, the signs,
the cleaning up and getting ready
for the next…? The TV people
were still interviewing the folks
with the names. Nobody noticed her.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Friday, July 29, 2016


FRIENDS

 INTRODUCTION

The title of my thoughts for this feast of Saint Martha is, “Friends”.

That theme of friendships hit me - realizing that Jesus - found 3 good friends at the Bethany home of Martha, Mary and their brother Lazarus.

In the gospel section for this feast there are two options: "The Martha-Mary Conflict Story" and the "Jesus, Couldn't You Have Done Something to Prevent Our Brother Lazarus from Dying Story."

I chose John’s Gospel story about the moments in Martha and Mary’s life when they were dealing with the death of their brother. It can be read at every funeral. [Cf. John 11: 19-27]

I didn’t choose the famous Martha-Mary story from Luke 10:38-42. We just had that reading the other day - and we all know and wonder why Martha seems to be diminished by Jesus - for service to Jesus and Mary - and it gives us all pause when Jesus tells Martha when she’s complaining, “Mary has chosen the better part.”  I always like to say, “I prefer Martha - and I’m grateful for all the Martha’s who have cooked and fed me.

For today, I chose the story of the 3 friends of Jesus: Martha, Mary and Lazarus. When people see Jesus grieving big time at Lazarus’ death, people saw the love of Jesus for Lazarus and the beauty of their friendship.

QUESTION: NAME YOUR 3 BEST FRIENDS?

During this homily I’d be happy if you could stop listening to me and listen to yourself about your top 3 friends.

I’ve heard different numbers on this. Some say if you have 5 friends in a lifetime, you’re lucky.   Others say 4. I’m saying 3.

I’ve heard people say they have hundreds of friends. Someone said that in an average lifetime - say 70 years - we have  400 friends.

I rather use the word, “acquaintances.”

Some people who use Face book talk about having many, many people whom they have befriended.

If you disagree - and say, “I have lots of friends - and they are more than acquainted,” then I would ask how many are or were close friends. I’d add the adjective close to stress the difference between close friends and friends.

HOW ARE YOU TREATING YOUR CLOSE FRIENDS?

To put some muscle or challenge to some thoughts about friendship, I’d ask, how have you been treating them. Have you neglected them?  Maybe this homily could give you the incentive to give them a call.

It’s been my experience when pointing out the value of coming up with 3 to 5 close friends and reflect upon that, then 3 to 5 people are not too many to contact and evaluate.

In this homily I’m saying that close friends are very helpful when it comes to going through life.

We have lots of family members, but not all are our friends.

Euripides said, “One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.” Euripides

During this mass for Saint Martha - come up with the Martha in your life - the friend who is great with food and connecting with you.

Then Thank God for that friend. Then ask for inner forgiveness for any lack - or neglect - or forgettings in that friendship.

WHAT IS A FRIEND?

Ooops, before finishing I better spell out just what is a friend.

I assume a friend is someone whom we break  bread with each other
from time to time.

I assume a friend is someone whom we can complain to - complain about  - different situations and circumstances in life and the other just listens.

I think a good friend doesn’t use our stories to trigger their stories - but instead they become silent and listen to our stories. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”

A friend knows the size of our shoes - because they have walked in them with us. They get what we’re reporting on. They listen.

And as we listen to our friends, as they listen to us, we hear similarities of listening. I call it the You Too factor. I discovered somewhere along the line that the secret of good preaching - good speaking - is that the other is saying, “Wow. You too.”  C.S. Lewis said this long before me when he wrote, . “Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”

CONCLUSION

In case nothing hit you in this homily, here are a few quotes about friendship:

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

A good friend can tell you what is the matter with you in a minute. He may not seem such a good friend after telling.” – Arthur Brisbane

“People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.” — Joseph F. Newton Men



“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.” — Carl W. Buchner



NOTES: Bronze sculpture, "Bonds of Friendship"
by John Robinson, 1980, in Sydney, Australia.
July 29, 2016

INVISIBLE  SOUNDS 

Laughter from another room….
Fire engines at 2:15 AM - waking me….
A violin while walking down the street….
A group next door singing “Happy Birthday”….
Frogs in a pond....
An owl in some tree....
A helicopter above the trees ….
Someone screams “Hey!” from back there ….
Barking from somewhere ….
A gate opens….
A knock at the door….
A bang that sounded like a gunshot….
Someone screams, “Oh my God!”


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016