Monday, April 10, 2017


ONE QUESTION 
FOR LAZARUS

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Monday in Holy Week  is, “One Question for Lazarus.”

LAZARUS IN THE GOSPLE OF JOHN

We heard in today’s gospel that lots of people - a large crowd of people - came to Bethany - to the home of Martha, Mary and Lazarus - to see Jesus - but I dare say, probably more - to see Lazarus - whom Jesus brought back from the dead.

My question: if you could ask Lazarus one question, what would it be?

Now the details of his story is only in one gospel, John’s gospel, in chapters 11 and 12. His name is mentioned 14 times there - and that’s it. Lazarus: the brother of Martha and Mary; the friend of Jesus.

LAZARUS IN THE GOSPLE OF LUKE

However, there is the other Lazarus in the 16th Chapter of the gospel of Luke - who also dies - and we find out a lot more about what happens after death to him - than the real life Lazarus in the gospel of John.

This Luke is mentioned 5 times all in that 16th chapter of Luke.

Luke’s story is a parable. John’s story is history - Biblical history.

ONE QUESTION

We don’t know if anyone asked the gospel of John’s Lazarus any questions. I would assume everyone who had a chance asked him, “What did you see in the next life?” “What was it like?” “Did you meet people?”  “Did you meet people whom you knew - people like your parents?”  “Hey, you were in the grave 4 days”  and the ever practical Martha said, “By now he has to be  stinking big time.” “Did you stink? Were you starting to decay? What was that like?”

What would be your one question, if you could ask Lazarus one question?

Would you ask, “Did you see God?”

Would you ask, “Do people have  bodies?” If they don’t, would you then ask a follow up question, “If they don’t have bodies, how do you see or know what’s what, what’s going on in the life after death?”

In the gospel of Luke, Chapter 16,  with the story - the parable  - of the other Lazarus, we have bodies and the visual. We have a big gap or chasm in between Hades - the down below - that is all flames, fire, to the up above, the bosom of Abraham.  The selfish, the self-centered rich man is dying of thirst down below and he finally spots the man he never spotted before, Lazarus, the poor man, now in the bosom of Abraham.

The Rich Man - he doesn’t have a name, some have called him Dives - asks two questions of Abraham. He makes two requests.

First, “Could Lazarus dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am in agony in these flames.” Abraham says, “Sorry you had your chance while on earth - besides there is no bridge from there to here.”  The rich man changes.

Surprise. The rich man changes. He thinks of others. It’s  his brothers. he starts thinking about. He asks Abraham a second question: if he could send Lazarus to his brothers and warn them before they die to do for others, so that they don’t end up here in torment.”

“Nope,” says Abraham. “They have Moses and the prophets, let them listen to them.”

It’s a great dialogue. The rich man yells back, “No, Father Abraham, but if someone comes back from the dead, they will repent.”

Once more Abraham says, “If they will not listen to Moses or to the prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone should rise from the dead.”

So that’s the parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus.

BACK TO THE LAZARUS IN THE GOSPEL OF JOHN

Now let me get back to the story of Lazarus in today’s gospel from John.

Did people ask great questions and make great comments to Lazarus?

Would we ask, “Did you get a glimpse of heaven - as well as - a glimpse of hell?”

CONCLUSION

So that’s my homily for today.

I’m asking you to come up with one question you would ask someone who has come back from the dead - dead for 4 days.

Obviously the big message is: Jesus rose from the dead - some listened to him and some didn’t. Do we?

Some people are like the rich man or like Judas - who also didn’t care about anyone but himself? That’s hell here - and hereafter I assume.



Some people are like Mary and Martha - who were concerned about  others. That’s heaven here - and I assume afterwards. 

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Painting on top: Vincent Van Gogh, The Raising of Lazarus. [1889-1890]
APRIL 10, 2017

MISFITS

Misfits feel like they don’t fit ….
And others let them know it ….

They find themselves on the out ….
So they want to scream and shout ….

Nervous - can I sit here?
Wondering - or should I sit there?

Solution - we misfits need to find each other.
Solution - we misfits need to fit together.


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017




Sunday, April 9, 2017


EMPTYING  ONESELF 

The title of my homily - it will be short…. a page and a half - 14 pica - is, “Emptying Oneself.”

In today’s second reading - from St. Paul’s Letter to the Philippians - we read the following about Jesus, 

“Christ Jesus, 
though he was in the form of God, 
did not regard equality with God something to be grasped.  
Rather, he emptied himself, 
taking the form of a slave, 
coming in human likeness; 
and found human in appearance, 
he humbled himself, 
becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.”

During this Mass, during this short sermon, take another sneak peek at today’s second reading from Philippians 2: 6-11.

This text is dated - to have been written between 54 and 57 AD.  That’s before all 4 Gospels. Moreover some scholars think  that today’s text - is part of an earlier hymn - possibly written in Aramaic - that Paul borrowed or used here in his letter. That would make all this - very early stuff about how Jesus was seen - and beginning to be understood - well before the written creeds and written gospels.

He was God - equal to the Father. He became human -  equal to us.

Christ -  Trinity - Divinity - Human.

Us - Human - but in Christ - because of Christ - we can slowly become Divine - entering into God - the Trinity.

After all - as the first book of the Bible, Genesis,  puts in in its first chapter, Genesis 1; 27, “God created us in the image of himself, in the image of God he created us, male and female he created them.”

Profound stuff…. Deep stuff …. Get this stuff - and stuff this stuff into ourselves.

This week, Holy Week, we deal with profound stuff.

First: hear the call - to empty ourselves of ourselves. Less selfies. More otheries.

This week - shut up - empty our mouths of our words and our stories - and listen to the others.

Holy Thursday is all about a meal. A meal is a great place to be in communion - holy communion - with each other.  A meal is a great place to listen to others, “How was your day?” “Moms, dads, brothers, sisters, kids, co-workers - friends - strangers - how is your life going? I’m all ears for you.”

Good Friday is all about suffering and the cross. Is there anyone around us who is suffering - dealing with a cross - family stuff, sickness stuff, death stuff, rejection stuff?   Make the way of the cross with them. Be there under their cross. Help them carry their cross.

Holy Saturday is all about silence. I don’t know about you and Lent 2017 for you. I failed again this year to make a Holy Lent. This week. This Saturday - take a good silent walk and sort out what has died within us or what has to die within us - what has to be emptied out of ourselves and what needs to rise.

Easter Sunday is all about resurrection and new life. Where do I have to rise as a disciple - a follower of Jesus?

To be continued….

PALM SUNDAY 2017


Life is a balancing act.

Sometimes we are up and sometimes we are down.

Sometimes we are feeling great and sometimes we are feeling yucky and sickly and fluey.

Sometimes we feel we are on top of the world and sometimes we feel down, 6 feet under, grave, grief, buried in work and cave in’s and we are dead.

Sometimes everything goes right: the bread falls jam side up and sometimes we take the jam out of the refrigerator by the lid and the jar falls to the floor—jam side out all over the floor.

Life is a balancing act.

Ups and downs.

Good days and bad days.

God days and devil days.

Sin and grace.

Light and darkness.

Mountain highs and Maryland misty morning lows.

Grey foggy April non-budding yet leafless days and the bright colored days of October when the leaves and the woods “ache and sag and almost cry with colour!” (Edna St. Vincent Millay).

If we can relate to all those feelings, today Palm Sunday is our day.

If we can relate to all those feelings, Holy Week is our week.

If we can relate to all those feelings, Jesus is our person—the one we want to talk to this week, the one we want to walk with this week.

Holy Week: the holiest week of the year. Spring, but almost spring—with lingering winter on our backs. Hints of warmth, but the cold “winter of our discontent”  still creeping through our walls and windows and under our doors. (Cf. Shakespeare's  King Richard the Third, act I, sc. i, l. 1)

Palm Sunday 2017. Jesus!

Let us walk with Jesus.

Hosanna in the highest coming from our inner “bare ruined choirs”, but strains of “Behold the Wood of the Cross” being practiced in a back church room at another piano. (Cf. Shakespeare’s  Sonnet 73.)

Palm Sunday, 2017. Jesus!

Palms in our hands as we march across center stage, but in the corner of our eye, we spot the cross standing there off stage—ready to be picked up in the third act: Good Friday.

Palm Sunday, 2017. Jesus! Joy of Men and Women’s Desires!

Spy Wednesday, 2017. We betray one another at times.

Holy Thursday, 2017. We wash each other’s feet—we have words with one another—we eat with one another—we try to pray with one another—too often we fall asleep—we run from each other even though there are signs of “peace”.

Good Friday, 2017. We sulk and silent each other—we convict each other without a trial—we beat one another—causing headaches and crowns with thorns—we weep on our inner streets as we see those we cursed and spit at and worse, laid such crosses and burdens on, and even far worse, we move towards Calvary with. Darkness, death, temples and chapels and monasteries and churches ript in two.

Holy Saturday, 2017, Silence! Tomb time! Grave! Grief!

Easter Sunday, 2017!

Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday, 2017!

Whoever knows all this is our human story, Palms Up!

Amen!

It is us!

It is the Lord!

It is the story of divinity entering humanity, so humanity can see and enter divinity. This is our call! This was our fall—our fall from grace—in the garden.

We are made in the image and likeness of God!

Yet we bomb and gas each other to death.

Look at Jesus.

Look at Jesus in the garden.

Look at each other!

Paradise can be regained!

With Jesus!

Let us march together Disciples of Jesus!

Easter us, O Lord Jesus!

“Marana tha!” [Book of Revelation 22:20 - next to last verse in the New Testament.]


Come, Lord Jesus! 
HOLY WEEK

3 HOLY WEEK YOU TUBES







April 9, 2017



SOMETIMES

Sometimes I’m the donkey….
Sometimes I’m the song of praise….
Sometimes I’m the crowd ….
Sometimes I’m up close and personal….
Sometimes I arrange the supper ….
Sometimes I’m the bread broken ….
Sometimes I’m the wine glistening ….
Sometimes I’m the feet being washed ….
Sometimes I’m ears hearing words of service ….
Sometimes I’m in the night - in the garden ….
Sometimes I’m sleeping in prayer ….
Sometimes I’m running away in fear ….
Sometimes I’m watching him carrying his cross….
Sometimes I’m hearing his scream, “Forgive them….
Sometimes I’m thinking it’s all over…. He died.
Sometimes I’m hoping for resurrection
and the real beginning of the rest of my life….


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017



Saturday, April 8, 2017


HOLY WEEK PRAYER

Lord Jesus,
this week we walk with you into Holy Week:
Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday.

Holy Thursday: we hear Last Supper words
of love and bearing fruit,
as well as hints of denial and betrayal.
With washed feet we receive you:
bread and wine, body and blood.
We walk with you one last time,
this time hearing the call for Garden prayer.
We fall asleep unable to watch
and pray one hour with you.
We run away from you,
as you are being betrayed by a kiss.

Dark Friday: we hide there
the next day in the shadows,
trying to get glimpses of you,
crucified on wood with words
and spit and nails.
You die -- bleeding words of thirst,
forgiveness and letting go.

Empty Saturday: we sulk there in the silence,
filled with doubts -- doubts that any of this
has any meaning,
not yet knowing resurrection. 
We began this week with palm branches
and Hosannas;
we end this week with anxious empty silence. 
Our upper rooms, our minds,
are filled with fear and lack of peace

Sunday: we walk backwards
talking only about yesterday,
not yet knowing the meaning of today! 
Amen! Come Lord Jesus!
You break through our walls;
you walk into our thoughts;
you stand on our shores;
you break bread and words with us again. 
Slowly, the whole story
begins to take on meaning. 
Slowly, we rise from our sleep,
beginning to know that all of this
had to happen this way. 
We begin to see that life
is celebration and Hosannas,
passion and pain, death and resurrection. 
Life is love and bearing fruit;
life is betrayals and denials;
life is death and then
the hope of resurrection. 


Amen! Come Lord Jesus!



©  Markings Prayers, Andy Costello