FIREWORKS 

OVER  ANNAPOLIS 

JULY  5,  2017 

July 6, 2017

GOOD BOOK

Different folks I've met ask,
"Reading any good books lately?"

And I fake it at times or I tell them
some non-fiction book I'm thinking with.

As to fiction: short stories. I love and
I want to write some short stories.

I don't mention the Bible - some do -
but I'm always reading that. It's my job.

But the one book I'm writing and
reading every day: my autobiography.

It's fiction and non-fiction - poetry
at times - but mostly prayers and hopes.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017

SARAH  THE  HORRIBLE

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 13^th Wednesday in Ordinary Time  is, “Sarah the Horrible.”

I hope there are no Sarah's here today.

I’m making a play on the cartoon called, “Hagar the Horrible.”  In the cartoon Hagar is a male and in this story from Genesis 21: 5, 8-20a.

It’s horrible what Sarah does to Hagar - in today’s first reading.

So that’s why I entitled my homily, “Sarah the Horrible.”

When it comes to these stories we have 2000 years plus - and more.

FOR STARTERS: THE STORY

Abraham has no son. All these stories have the promise of a son.

It wasn’t happening. And he’s supposed to be the father of so many - the father of our future.

So that’s one reason folks came up with the story of Sarah and Hagar. Sarah isn’t having kids - and Sarah is getting older.

So Sarah invites Hagar to sleep with her husband Abraham. They need a son to carry on the name - to carry forward - the promise.

So Hagar the Egyptian has Ishmael.

Then - finally Sarah - has her son, Isaac, when Abraham was 100 years old.

Great story telling - surely it gets people laughing and listening.

NEXT CHAPTER

Next chapter - the stuff of story ….

Sarah after seeing Isaac playing with her son - feels a big, “No way.”

She tells Abraham, “Drive  out that slave and her son.  No son of that slave is going to share the inheritance with my son Isaac.”

That’s an “Uh oh… an “Oh no!” for Abraham.

Did they have the phrase, “Happy wife, happy life” back then?

But what about Hagar? What about Ishmael?

Did they get along before all this?  How big was their house? How big was their tent when they did all the traveling they did?

Notice in today’s reading the description of Sarah as the demanding one,

It’s a patriarchal - male dominated - society - but when you read Genesis - notice the mothers - notice the women.

Notice how God gets pulled into the story - as he tells Abraham to do whatever she tells you to do.

So Abraham gets Hagar some bread and water.  Notice the phrase, “Early the next morning”…. As I read that, I was wondering if he said “Good bye” to Hagar when Sarah was not looking?

Notice the comment, “placing the child on her back, he sent her away.”

Was there a big hug goodbye?  If there was just a big public goodbye, was Sarah there?  If it was sort of private, would Sarah be looking out through a tent opening?

The next time I look at biblical paintings I’m going to look at the faces of Sarah and Hagar at this moment - if I spot a painting of this scene.

Next we hear about Hagar wandering in the wilderness - now a single mother - homeless.

Hagar runs out of water.

She puts the child under a shrub - and sits opposite Ishmael. Notice the phrase “a bowshot away”.

Notice the writers comment that Hagar says to herself, “Let me not watch to see the child die.”

Angels…. She screams to God - like every mother would…. like this couple and their son Charlie in England right now.

And in all these stories, God sends messengers, angels, hope. And they are led to a well of water - and all is well, because the messenger says, “What’s the matter Hagar? Don’t be afraid; God has heard the boy’s cry in this plight of his. Arise, lift up the boy and hold him by the hand; for I will make of him a great nation.”

Then today’s first reading closes with a regular biblical refrain, “God was with the boy as he grew up.”

FURTHER CHAPTERS

The Moslems have far greater respect for Hagar and Ishmael than the Jews.

There is a rabbinic story that after Sarah died, Abraham married Hagar as his number #1 wife.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, Sarah the Horrible.

What do you take from the story?

It has so much to ponder.

Well, we don’t have polygamy in our culture - but we do have more divorces than in the past - and we have more step-children.

We have more stories of nasty or horrible at times in how kids are treated.

I do a lot of weddings and when the parents of both bride and bridegroom are divorced, obviously I hope the ex’s are civil and sensitive and sensible that weekend -

We’ve all be around long enough to notice that sometimes there are horrible comments and nasty digs about each other.

When you feel yourself saying, “That’s horrible,” you got one of the messages from this reading.

Hopefully none of us gets the nickname, ______________ Food, Sarah the Horrible.

July 5, 2017

AMAZED  AT

Mary Oliver, the poet, talked about being
amazed at last 10 things per day.... How about:

The texture of homemade bread ….

Cold butter on rye bread ….

The shake of Jell-O ….

The black shine of split coal ….

The red of strawberries ….

The ruggedness and dirt of potatoes ….

A conductor leading a symphony orchestra ….

Lemon sherbet at supper ….

Watching big waves at the ocean ….

A sailboat on a breezy evening ….

A kid going down a hill on a skateboard ….

A monkey staring at me at the zoo ….

A baby breaking into a smile - me a stranger ….

Fresh peach pie ….
Watching the movie, My Cousin Vinny ....
Watching the movie, My Cousin Vinny with my two sisters, Mary and Peggy ....

Chocolate chip cookies soaked in milk….

A magic trick I can’t figure out ….

Playing cards with at least 3 other people ….

Seeing inner city girls playing jump rope ….

Calligraphy by sandpiper’s feet on a morning beach ….

A tiny 3 year old kid reaching for Holy Communion ….

Ravioli - with cheese inside ….

My mom’s Irish soda bread ….

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017

LOT’S WIFE:

FOUR POEMS

 INTRODUCTION

Instead of a homily this morning, I would like to read four poems. Three are by someone else, the fourth is a first draft poem by myself for the occasion. 

For some reason, the story of Lot's Wife, is a Bible story we all know - how she was told when leaving Zoar not to look back. She did. She turned into a pillar of salt.

FIRST POEM

This first poem is entitled, “Lot’s Wife”. It’s by Anna Akhmatova and is translated from the Russian by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward.

LOT’S WIFE

by Anna Akhmatova

And the just man trailed God’s shining agent,

over a black mountain, in his giant track,

while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:

“It’s not too late, you can still look back

at the red towers of your native Sodom,

the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,

at the empty windows set in the tall house

where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed.”

A single glance: a sudden dart of pain

stitching her eyes before she made a sound …

Her body flaked into transparent salt,

and her swift legs rooted to the ground.

Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem

too insignificant for our concern?

Yet in my heart I never will deny her,

who suffered death because she chose to turn.

-1922-1924

SECOND POEM

The second poem is by Wislawa Szymborska. It also is entitled, “Lot’s Wife.”  It is translated from the Polish by Grazyna Drabik and Austin Flint. It gets at possible reasons why Lot’s wife turned her head to look back at the city where her husband demanded that they must flee.

LOT’S WIFE

by Wislawa Szymborska

I looked back, they say, out of curiosity.

But there might have been other reasons.

I looked back because I missed my silver bowl.

By mistake, tying my sandal thong.

Not to look any more at the righteous nape

of my husband, Lot.

Suddenly sure that if I died,

he wouldn’t even stop.

From the disobedience of the meek.

Listening for the chase.

Touched by silence, hoping God had changed his mind.

Our two daughters were disappearing behind a hill.

I felt old. Distant.

Drowsy. I thought of the futility of wandering.

I looked back because I didn’t know where to step.

In my path appeared snakes,

spiders, field mice, young vultures.

Neither good nor bad – simply all that lived

and crept and jumped in mass panic.

I looked back in loneliness.

Ashamed that I ran so furtively.

From the wish to scream, to return.

Or merely when the wind rose,

loosened by hair and whipped my dress up.

I felt they saw it from the walls of Sodom

and burst into loud laughter, again and again.

I looked back because I was angry.

To feast on their grand undoing.

I looked back for all those reasons.

I looked back unwillingly.

It was only a boulder that turned, growling under me.

It was a crevice that abruptly cut off my road.

And then we both looked back.

No. No. I was running farther,

I crawled and flew upwards

until darkness tumbled down from the heavens,

and with it hot gravel and dead birds.

Breathless I spun around many times.

Someone watching might have thought I was dancing.

Maybe my eyes were open.

It’s possible that I fell with my face towards the city.

THIRD POEM

The third poem is by James Simmons. It too is entitled, “Lot’s Wife”.

LOT’S WIFE

by James Simmons

Uneasiness confirmed his words were right:

there was a rottenness in all she knew.

She could not see where she was going to

but love for him felt stronger than her fright.

Yet as she traveled on she was bereft

of every landmark but her husband’s eyes:

her whole life echoed in her friends’ goodbyes.

How could he take the place of all she left.

For him or them, but not for heaven’s sake,

she made decisions: these two were opposed.

He led her on his way, her eyes were closed.

At every step she felt her heart would break.

At last Lot drew his wagon to a halt;

dog-tired but glad, he groped his way inside,

looking for pleasure in his sleeping bride,

kissed her, and on her cold cheek tasted salt.

FOURTH POEM

The fourth poem is a first draft poem I put together this morning, just to try my hand at this. I want to watch your reactions, if any, at hearing some poems from the pulpit.

LOT’S WIFE

At times 
haven’t we all found ourselves

stuck in the past.

We're spending too much time

looking in the rear view mirror of life.

We want the back then now.

We want someone who has died to be still alive.

We want a return to the good old days?

We’re mad, sad and definitely 
not glad about our present situation.

As a result, we’ve become

like muggy summer salt.

We’re sulking in the shaker.

Dang it!  Nothing is coming out.

We’ve become a lot like Lot’s wife. 

STORM

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 13 Tuesday in Ordinary Time - July 4^th, is, “Storm.”

Storm! What a great name for a dog.

I grabbed that theme and that title from today’s gospel [Cf. Matthew 8: 23-27]

Jesus and his disciples got into a boat so as to  cross the Sea of Galilee.

Suddenly a storm comes up and almost swamps them. They panic, They wake up Jesus and say, “Lord, save us, we are perishing.”

Jesus says, “Why are you terrified, O you of little faith.”

And Jesus calms down everything.

And they say, “What sort of man is this, whom even the winds and the sea obey?”

CROSSING THE LAKE: STORM

In January of 2000 we were in Israel.  I was with about 25 priests - for a retreat. Our bus dropped us off at the edge of the lake or sea - of Galilee - with the idea we would go across the lake and then our bus would meet us at the other side. 

We got onto one of these small boats - Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, or Paul. I don’t remember which one we were on. Each could hold 40 or so people. We set sail. Our retreat leader and guide, Father Stephen Doyle - a Franciscan from Philadelphia - read today’s gospel.  About 5 minutes later - up came a small storm. We have understood this gospel that much better for the rest of our lives.  Stephen Doyle pointed out two small hills or mountains - through which the wind would whip up - and come through  - with these sudden and quick storms on the lake.

We couldn’t cross the whole lake. We stayed near the top of the Sea of Galilee till we got to another dock where our bus met us.  The bus could see us as we moved along.

STORMS: NAME YOUR STORMS

Name your storms - troubles, problems, that suddenly popped up in your life.

It could be a death, an accident, a surprise - someone did something dumb in our lives - and we had to scramble and re-scramble our lives.

Everyone knows that people watch TV news to find out what’s new and what’s happening in our world.

Everyday there is a story of violence - from somewhere in the world.

Today’s first reading from Genesis sounds like the latest news coming out of Mosul in Iraq.  The TV scenes of that city look like what Sodom and Gomorrah must have looked like in its day. [Cf. Genesis 19: 15-29]

Everyone knows weather reports from watching TV.

Everyone knows we can’t always predict the weather.

Everyone knows John Lennon’s words - John Lennon of Beatle fame - shot and killed coming out of a hotel in New York City.

“Life is what happens when we are making other plans.”

Today- July 4^th - we commemorate the Declaration of Independence - although now historians and newspaper writers like to say it might have been July 2^nd.

Whatever…. A revolution was happening in the colonies.

King George III wrote in his diary for today, “Nothing of importance happened today.”

Little did he know what was happening in Philadelphia that day - or days around that date - before and after. There are different stories about all the events. Those who signed the Declaration of Independence kept quiet about their putting their name on the paper till at least January of 1777.

This weekend - we’re also looking at the storm called the Civil War and what happened July 1,2,3 in Gettysburg.

It takes a while to figure out what happens in storms - where they are named the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, Katrina, Sandy or September 11^th.

So too our family and personal storms.

So too what’s happening in our world and our country these days.

Each of us stands there on a boat that is crossing our current sea - and we see what we see.

CONCLUSION

In the last few months - if I have heard it once - I’ve heard it a dozen times, someone saying,  “I’m scared and I hope another war is not going to happen. “

Each of us has to do our own praying and putting into words what’s hitting our hearts and minds and thoughts - and not cause more storms than necessary because of our mouths and our words. Amen. 

July 4, 2017

OOOOOOOOOOOH!

Gossip, whispers,  razor blade words,

slid out of the side of their mouths.

These cutting comments - got edgy laughs.

But they quickly hid under the couch -

in the dark - underneath butts above.

Embarrassed - with the content of such

nasty news - these words lay low in a

foetal position for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes not nice words can have the

smell of a kitchen sink sponge or wash cloth.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017