ONE  MORE  WAY 

TO  READ  THE  BIBLE

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 13th Friday in Ordinary Time is, “One More Way To Read the Bible.”

Every once and a while someone tells me they started the Bible on page 1 and then they add, “I didn’t get too far.” They say, they got lost when they ran into begets and begats, talking snakes, and lots of laws and lots of this and lots of that’s. They become confused and too many texts are head scratchers.

Then I meet people who started on page 1 and read all the way through to the last page. I remember a couple from Carlisle PA - who started at the beginning - went to the end 2 times - then the 3^rd time around they started from the last book and went to the first book.  Revelation to Genesis.

In the meanwhile, certainly in the last 60 years or so,  more and more Catholics read the Bible more and more.

I still see rosaries in caskets in the hands of people who have died.  I’ve yet to notice a Bible in someone’s hands in a casket. On top of the casket - I’ve seen many a Bible, yes - along with or just a cross at other times.

KORAN

I like to tell people that a Rabbi at a wedding asked if I had ever read the Koran.  

I said, “No!” 

And he said, “You better.” 

So I bought one and read it all the way through - from page 1 to the end - and bits and pieces at other times.

In English of course - and I didn’t get it. And I heard that it’s much clearer and more of an “I get it” if one can read it in Arabic.

ONE MORE WAY TO READ THE BIBLE.

The title of my homily is, “One More Way To Read the Bible.”

Instead of reading it like a regular book, read it piecemeal.

So my first comment would be is this:  the Bible is a library and very few people would go into a library and go to the first book just inside the door and then read every book in the library in that order.

So take a book - start with a book - a scroll like The Letter of James.

Or read something short like the First Letter of John or the Book of Ruth.

Read one scroll or one book at a time.

TODAY’S READINGS

Or play Bible Bingo. Just open a page and put your finger on some words and see what that says to you.

Or read the Bible like you would read Readers Digest.

Take today’s readings.

Take this section of Genesis starting with Genesis 23: 1-4.

It has some tiny neat little observations.

The first would be Abraham coming up with a piece of land to bury his wife, Sarah. Every family has to plan where they are going to bury their dead - or scatter or keep the ashes.

One commentary mentions that the place Abraham picks for Sarah is the author's way of saying, “We have a right to this land - because Abraham bought of piece of land here - in the land which the Lord promised us.”

One commentary says the person or persons who put together our first reading for today, butchers the text - because it skips form Genesis 23:1-4 to 19, then 24: 1-8, then it concludes with 63-67. In doing this, it leaves out some key ingredients.  Take your Bible and read the whole of Genesis, chapters 23 and 23. Do this and you'll get all the ingredients to the story. 

The Bible doesn’t have the story in other Jewish legends that Abraham married again - this time Hagar - the woman Sarah made him dump - once she got pregnant and had Isaac. Hagar was the woman he was also with who had his son, Ishmael.

Notice the ages of these characters in the Bible. Sarah died at 127 - which is a slight exaggeration. Relax the Bible is loaded with them. Abraham was 175 when he died. [Cf. Genesis 25:7-7.]

There’s a message there with these old ages for Biblical Characters.

We might have heard an old person described as being as old as Methuselah who is listed in Genesis 5:27 - as having lived till he was 969 years old.

Another interesting tidbit is to notice how Rebbecca covers herself a bit when she spots Isaac - who has lost his mommy - and now needs a new mommy. At times I hear losing one's mother is a motive for some marriages.

Great stuff…..

Notice in today’s gospel - how Matthew is telling any rigoristic Christians in his day that Jesus came to call sinners - and I dare say as priest, some people still don’t get that message.

Listen again to Jesus: "People who are in good health do not need a doctor; sick people do."

We’re sinners. This is also a key theme of Pope Francis.

I spotted a poster that said, “I am a sinner who is probably going to sin again.”

Another poster said, “Don’t judge someone just because they sin differently than you.”

Listen to Matthew again and here his whole message from Jesus in context:  "Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. Go and learn the meaning of the words, I desire mercy, not sacrifice. I did not come to call the righteous but sinners."

CONCLUSION.

So how to read the bible. Another way is to  pick and choose. Cherry pick the Bible. Be a Cafeteria Catholic when you read the Bible. Browse the Bible.

July 7, 2017

INVITATIONS

Most invitations don’t come in the mail  -

e-mail or paper. RSVP.  A waitress

fills our half empty or half filled - glass

of water -  and we had that chance to

say, “Thank you” - but we missed the

opportunity - just as we did at the door

when someone held it open for us

coming into the restaurant. “Sorry!”

A child in a passing car waves to us

and we catch their eye which invites us

to smile and we wave back and our

face loosens up and we drop a hurt

we’ve been holding on to for weeks.

So too a candy dish just sitting there

at the front desk and we say, “Can I?”

and we hear, “That’s what they are

here for!” So we say, “Thank you.

Nice touch.” We’re back to driving

along and God whispers in our left ear

“How are you doing?” but our right ear

is listening to Bruce Springsteen and we

don’t hear the call to be filled  with grace

and bring Christ to our world this very day.

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017

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.