Thursday, April 27, 2017


STARTING  OVER  AND 
OVER  AND  OVER  AGAIN 


INTRODUCTION

 The title of my homily is: “Starting Over and Over Again.”

I’d like to reflect a little bit on the basic theme of conversion – or starting over and over again.

Today’s gospel continues the story of Nicodemus from the 3rd chapter of John. The obvious theme that keeps hitting me is the one we’ve been hearing: being reborn, starting over and over again.  

But the nuance I’d like to stress is not one conversion or two conversions, but one’s whole life as a series of many conversions, so called on-going conversions.

  LED THREE LIVES

When I was a teenager in the 1950's  there was a book and later a TV series, staring Richard Carlson, years ago, that was called, “I Led Three Lives.”

I only remember that he was a spy as well as a counter-spy – with the name, “Herbert Philbrick.”



That title, “I Led Three Lives” hit me as I reflected on this theme of conversion and starting all over again and again. We live and lead many lives.

Conversion is moving towards the best life we can life – to move towards what the Marine advertisement says, “To Be all we can be.”

THE NATURAL

Then there was the book and later the movie, The Natural. It had a scene that fits right in here loud and clear.

Glenn Close, plays the part of Iris Gaines. She is standing by the bedside of Roy Hobbs, played by Robert Redford. He just told her how much he messed up his life. On the way to spring training to join the team that signed him, he met this mysterious woman in black. He saw her once. Once. 

That obviously changed the path of his life. 

He had a very promising baseball career and he is shot by her. Glenn Close is standing there listening to him tell this story  in a hospital room. And she says, “I think we have two lives.  The one we live and learn from and the one we then do the rest of our life with after the learning.

Hopefully, we live and we learn and then live.

PATTERNS

But looking at my life, thinking about issues which I need to change, and grow from, eating patterns, sleeping patterns, work habits, prayer habits, etc. I see that there are many conversions, many ups and downs in life.

POEM CALLED NICODEMUS

Here is a poem - called "Nicodemus" - which I wrote way back for a book of night prayers. 

NICODEMUS

(John 3:1-21)

This time
in the wind,
in the night,
I stand at the door, Lord,
and knock once again.

I come,
empty and afraid,
asking, seeking, knocking,
hoping you will open up
your door to see me once again.

I enter
with fears and doubts,
questioning whether
it’s really worth it
to start my life all over once again.

I’ve been
reborn too many times.
There have been too many conversions.
Why should I rise this time
knowing that I’ll probably fall once again.

And yet, Lord,
after each fall
this urge to come back to you,
the way, the truth and the life,
stirs in me once again, like the Wind.

PROBLEM

One conversion can often be great.

There is the honeymoon and the infatuation period. Then there is the struggle and often disillusionment period that follows.

And then if we fall again, that second conversion, doesn’t have the bells and the whistles, and bragging rights, that the first conversion had.

I would think there is a vast difference between a second marriage or a third marriage - compared to a first marriage.

THE LORD DOES NOT GET ANGRY

Today’s gospel talks about the wrath of God and I often feel antsy when I mention that while reading the gospel.

One writer, speaking of the text says what’s going on here is projection of our inner feelings onto God. The text has a anthropomorphic sense. God is not a God of wrath - but we are.

One person described the after-effects of sin as,  “The recoil of sin upon the sinner.”

When we sin, we get angry at ourselves, not God.

When we sin, we damage ourselves at times over relationships with each other.

So the recoil in on self, the wrath is on the self.

GENEROSITY

 Rather the Lord is generous.

Today’s gospel talks about God  not being cheap.

He does not ration out his spirit.

He pours out new life on us. So go to God and ask, seek, knock.

DESERT STORY

I found a good example of the surprise side of God’s love. It’s about the copious redemption of God. All we need to do is cry out of our depths for his overflowing, over abundant redemption.


Here’s the example, “Two hundred miles northeast of Los Angeles is a baked-out gorge called Death Valley – the lowest place in the United States, dropping 276 feet below sea level. It is also the hottest place in the country, with an official recording of 134 degrees. Streams flow into Death Valley only to disappear, and a scant two and a half inches of rain falls on the barren wasteland each year.

“But, some time ago, an amazing thing happened. For nineteen straight days rain feel onto that lone dry earth. Suddenly all kinds of seeds, dormant for years, burst into bloom. In a valley of death, there was life.” p. 61 in ed. Floyd Thatcher, The Miracle of Easter, p. 61, Word Books, Waco TX.

CONCLUSION

Now, we might ask, well why doesn’t God pour down water on that desert all the time?

I don’t know.

But I’d rather see the story as an example that I can bloom, I can blossom, over and over again.

I can call on the Lord and be saved.

If we are really honest, God is calling us to conversion, to blossom all the time, Death valley doesn’t I can.


ONE  LIFE   TO  LIVE,
ONE  LIFE  TO  GIVE 


I love the question
that Mary Oliver asks
in her poem, The Summer Day,
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"

I suspect every person
and every poet asks
that question.

I suspect that's why 
commencement address speakers 
either uses Mary Oliver's question
or ask it in their own words.

Our family poem is 
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. 

We all have many roads ahead of us - 
and many times we come to a fork
in the road: 
"And I - I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

So  whether its doctor, lawyer,
maintenance or mechanic,
priest or prophet, nun or nurse,
mom, dad, advocate or actor,
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"


Listen to what a man with the name
of Adolfo Kaminsky did with his life.







© Andy Costello  - Thoughts for Today


The Forger - Video - NYTimes.com

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Oct 2, 2016
As a teenager, Adolfo Kaminsky saved thousands of lives byforging passports to help children flee the Nazis ...
April 27, 2017


MOMENTS

Time ticks steadily, uniformly,
exactly, tick, tick, tick, tick ….

But life is not time - as much as
it's moments - meetings and nexts ….

Big bangs, little bangs, people at
our front door knocking - wanting ….

And surprise we’re 77 and we have so 
much to sort out about what happened ….

Life …. Oh, Lordy Lord, it’s then we realize 
how well we lived our time or didn’t….

Time…. It’s then we want so
much more time. Tick, tick, tick….



© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017





Wednesday, April 26, 2017

April 26, 2017

TABLES


There are tables and there are tables. 
Then there is a favorite: it’s the one
we did our homework on when we got
home from school - plus played checkers
and Monopoly on - as well as being the
perfect place for doing jigsaw puzzles.
It was perfect as a catch all table for kids
coats. Why would anyone want to hang
up hoodies and down zipper kids' coats?
Tossed on top of each other is how
one places kids' coats and stuff.
It was perfect for cards - and it’s been in
the family for 63 years now. It has never
needed glue or tightening. It holds
memories and elbows, laughter and
babies. It’s a marriage for better for worse
and it’s never been worse. This kind
of table can’t be bought. It happened.



© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017



Tuesday, April 25, 2017


POPSICLE

Sometimes a moment, an experience,
a conversation on a back porch - on a
hot summer evening - with a few neighbors -
is like a popsicle - or a creamsicle -
orange and white - and we lick it.
We suck on it - making delicious sounds -
even the stick that held it in place.
We lick that too. We’re all smiling.
We’re children  again. We’re in communion
with the world - not our work - not
performance - just sucking sweet delight
from a popsicle or a creamsicle  - and we
sense God is in on our time together as well.
Holy communion doesn’t just happen in church.

 © Andy Costello, Reflections  2017



SOME  COMENTS  
FROM  MARK

[Since today is the feast of St. Mark, I asked him to make some comments at our Mass this morning.]


My name is Mark. I’m here to say one thing today: “Read my Gospel! Read my Good News about Jesus Christ.”

If you bring up a Bible after Mass today, I’ll even sign your Bible - on the last page of my Gospel. I’d prefer to put my mark there - my name there - instead of up front.

I don’t consider myself a great writer. In fact, I wanted in my gospel to simply report  the doings of Jesus more than the sayings of Jesus. 

That doesn’t mean I don’t give some of Jesus’ teachings about how to live as if you’re in the Kingdom of God - some parables, some other sayings of Jesus. But I mainly want to tell you about the healing miracles Jesus did to make life better for those who were sick and blind and paralyzed.

I did my homework. I   walked with Paul for a while and heard and read some of his messages about Jesus in his letters.  I also listened to Peter and heard about his experiences of knowing Jesus.

But I was no slave to either Peter and Paul.  I listened to other sources.  I simply tried to line up the life of Jesus for anyone who wanted to know what he was like and what he was about.

Jesus was a carpenter from the north - up there near the Lake of Galilee. He didn’t start preaching till he heard about John the Baptist’s call to our nation to repent - to change - to return to our Jewish roots - to go down to the Jordan River - to go into those waters and come up the other side like our ancestors did when they came into this land.  The front part of my gospel is about Jesus  going about doing good.    Then as I head into the bottom quarter of my gospel  - I tell about his trip down south to Jerusalem to face his destiny and to face the leaders of his people who needed a wakeup call.

Jesus was simply a carpenter who became a preacher.

He did that when he was around 30 and like any prophet and teacher and preacher he expected death for standing up to what God wants of him.

He didn’t like the way his fellow Jews were practicing their religion. It was too strict - too tough - too legalistic. They were like a fig tree - but one that didn’t produce any fruit.

It didn’t reflect the Kingdom - the way he saw  God wanting us to do life.

He taught us that the message is this - that the law is simple: love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind and with all your strength. That’s the first and greatest commandment and the second is: you must love your neighbor as yourself.

He called disciples by name to follow him. Some did. Some didn’t - walking away empty.

Early on he understood bread - people’s hunger for bread. Later on he saw people’s hunger for the bread of life - and he became that life in that bread - but he didn’t tell and do that till near the end of his life.

After preaching and healing in the North, he walked South. It was then that all hell broke loss. He told his disciples this secret - that this was going to happen - that the cross - suffering - and death - is on his horizon

When we got to Jerusalem the Pharisees made their move to destroy him.

Judas one of the key disciples sold Jesus out. He betrayed Jesus. Money, disappointment in Jesus’ mission, thinking it was more here than hereafter,

Jesus was arrested in the night.

First he had his Last Supper with his disciples. It was at the Passover Meal. He took bread. He took wine. He said, “This is my body. This is my blood. This is the Kingdom coming.”

Then he went out into the night - prayed in a garden - where he was arrested.

His disciples panicked. They fled Jesus. They deserted him. Peter denied that he even knew Jesus.

Now he was all alone  before the Sanhedrin and the Roman authorities. He was mocked, spat at, ridiculed, crowned with thorns.

The next day - when put on trial - the crowd screamed, “Crucify hm. Crucify him.”

And that’s what they did, executing him on a cross

It must have been horrible - yet he went through his passion - till the end.

He screamed out from the cross, “My God, my God, why have you deserted me?”

But his death wasn’t the end.

On the early morning after the Sabbath of that death week - a new day arose - and his disciples discovered that he rose from the dead - and appeared to Mary of Magdala and several of his disciples

Jesus closed by telling us to start like he did - be baptized - and then go into the whole world and proclaim his good news - his gospel to all.

This then is what I’m doing.

I found out later that my gospel was the first and shortest - so start with me. Then read Matthew. He was more organized. Then Luke who told the best parables. Lastly John who was more poetic.


Thank you. 
April 25, 2017

ST.   MARK'S  VENICE