Thursday, August 31, 2017

August 31, 2017


WATCH  AND  PRAY* 

I watched an ant and a bee 
doing their daily meandering. 
I noticed they didn’t seem to miss 
not having a Fitbit or IPhone -
but I realized they did need 
their daily bread and they did 
have to deal with trespassing 
against each other at times. Amen.



© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017


* "Watch and pray ...." Mathew 26:41; Matthew 6: 11-13


Wednesday, August 30, 2017


IS  ANYTHING  SACRED

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 21 Wednesday in Ordinary time is, “Is Anything Sacred?”

We were watching NCIS last evening. It was a rerun.

Gibbs disappeared - and they looked everywhere - till they discovered he had gone undercover for an old, old case. He had spotted someone from way back while looking out the window of the diner he often goes to.

Quinn and Bishop [?] are checking his house - to see if he was there - but they had no luck. 

However, Quinn broke a plate. Bishop said he can always get another one.

She could only see the underside of the plate - so Quinn said to her, “Not this plate.”  It was a plate that Gibbs’ little girl made  when she was in the 3rd grade and made it for her parents.  It had a kids drawing and writing on it.

The plate was sacred. The plate was special. The plate was unique.

HOUSTON FLOODING

We were also watching the evening news - earlier - and there were all kinds of scenes showing people with plastic bags getting into boats - heading for higher ground.

Imagine all the sacred photos, knickknacks, afghans from grandmothers, that people grabbed as the water was rising?

They were grabbing what they cherished as sacred.

ANY HOUSE

If you went into any house, any room of any person, and you would find out that everyone has their sacred treasures - that connect us to each other - often to people long gone.

What are your sacred items?

They are unique to every person. They are special to every person.

The title of my homily is, “Is Anything Sacred?”

If I can get a person to state that some object that they own is precious, sacred, unique, then I can point out an important teaching.

The message is this: we are the ones who consecrate the object.

We are the ones who make an object sacred.

Then I can jump to places. We all have sacred places - like where we proposed marriage to someone.

Then I can jump to people. We are the ones who name another person as sacred. That’s why we cry at a loved one’s loss.

That naming is stamping another person, place or thing - with sacredness and the naming is invisible.

YESTERDAY - A WEDDING ANNIVERSARY

Yesterday - after the Mass here for the juniors - I was standing in the back of this church - waiting to say goodbye to as many kids as possible - to wish them a good day and a good new year here at St. Mary’s.

A man walked in before the kids started down the aisle. He held up his cellphone to take a picture. I said, “If you can wait for 5 minutes, all the kids will be out and you can take a picture of the sanctuary up close.

The man said to me, “Today is our wedding anniversary. My wife and I were married here at St. Mary’s 19 years ago today.

Not all days are the same. Some days are more sacred than others.

The man told me that his wife and their 2 teenagers are over in Ireland for a 2 week vacation. He said he couldn’t go - but he would stay home with Mollie their little kid. Their little girl would cut down on the mobility of the 3 to so some neat traveling. He convinced his wife and Mollie that he would take Mollie to see Great Adventure - and be in Switzerland, Germany, France and Britain.

So I walked up front with the man and had his phone ready for the picture when Ginny said, “Let me take the picture. It’s not your talent.”

The guy stood there where couples stand every Saturday at a wedding. He took off his wedding ring and pointed it to the camera - and he said, “I’ll send this picture right to my wife in Ireland.”

It was a sacred moment.  It was in a sacred place. The guy wanted to share that moment - their day - with each other - in a unique way.

CEMETERIES

What triggered this thought for today was the first part of today’s gospel - Matthew 23: 27-28.  Listen to it again.

A reading from the holy Gospel according to Matthew

Jesus said, "Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You are like whitewashed tombs, which appear beautiful on the outside, but inside are full of dead men's bones and every kind of filth. Even so, on the outside you appear righteous, but inside you are filled with hypocrisy and evildoing.

The Gospel of the Lord

Jesus must have been standing there and he spotted some Pharisees strutting - to make themselves  look better than others. Then he looked over his shoulders and spotted a cemetery - with it’s beautiful whitewashed tombs - but underneath there was the smell of death.

SACRED OBJECTS

I looked around my room and with this box I gathered a few sacred objects from my room.

Here is a porcelain cross that a little girl named Harper game me 3 weeks ago. She and her family life in London, but she wanted to make her first holy communion here in this parish. By this request - by this behavior - she’s telling me that she senses the sacredness of this place.

Here is a lapel pen - that has the fleur-de-ly on it. It looks just like the fleur-de-ly  lapel pins  from our parish. I put it on my suit jacket. Some little tiny kid came up to me after Sunday Mass and handed it to me. His parents said the family was in New Orleans  and they saw this New Orleans Saint lapel pin is the same as they have in St. Mary’s. Then he added, “And I want to buy this for Father Andy.”

That was at least 3 years ago. That’s how things and moments become sacred.

Next - about a month ago someone handed me a plastic bag of photographs and stuff from my sister who had died two and a half years ago.

Inside I found this envelope and on the outside it said, “Ring.”  Well I opened up the envelope and there it was, the Claddagh ring my sister Peggy, a nun, wore most of her life.

There is a world of difference between a Claddagh ring in a jewelry store than one that was on a person’s finger for most of her life as a nun.

Next - here is a small plastic bottle of prescription pills. It has an expiration date of September 1988. [SHAKE BOTTLE]. Now when I die someone will toss this out along with my prescriptions.

But this little bottle of cancer pills  was my brothers and when he died I took this out of the medical cabinet in his bathroom. [SHAKE IT]. It is sacred to me when he died of cancer at 51 years of age.

Notice this watch I’m wearing. It’s a Rolex. I met a man with a gold Rolex watch the other night. It was worth 25,000. Mine is $37 dollars. It’s fake - but it has more meaning to me than the $25,000 Rolex - which I had asked him to wear for 10 seconds.  Mine was lighter.

Which one is more valuable?

What would make a watch invaluable?

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily was, “Is Anything Sacred?”

My thought is: “Check everyone - and we will find out - ‘Everyone has some things they find sacred.’”

Then build on that and realize: Besides sacred things we all have our sacred places and persons.”


Building on that: pause before anyone thrashing or hurting another - or someone’s sacred places  - but especially another.

August 30, 2017



WHY  NOT?

Why not give it your best shot,
even if everything is against you?

Why not say, “Yes” - show up,
and maybe make a difference?

Why not go through the pain and
surprise that this might be your game?

Why not? This might be your chance
to have your Kirk Gibson moment?


 © Andy Costello, Reflections  2017


P.S. For the Sake of Transparency, I'm a Dodger fan - and I caught that Kirk Gibson moment in 1988.  I was all alone and hence I came up with a new definition for celibacy. "Celibacy is you're all alone. You're a Dodger fan. It's the World Series. Oakland is favored. And Kirk Gibson is following the game from the training room.  He was banged up and couldn't play the game. He gets off the training table - heads for the dugout and announces that he wants to pinch hit. There are two outs. It's the bottom half of the ninth inning. The Dodgers are losing 4 to 3 - with one guy on base!!!!!!


POST SCRIPT:

Check out the deja vu of the moment above.







Tuesday, August 29, 2017


HARBORING  A  GRUDGE

TRANSLATING MARK 6:19


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Harboring a Grudge.”

Our New American Bible - the NAB - the one we use here for everyday Mass - translates Mark 6:19 - from the Greek - this way: “Herodias harbored  a grudge against him and wanted to kill him but was unable to do so.”

“Harboring a grudge.” Now that’s a picturesque English translation of the Greek - Mark 6: 19.

The Jerusalem Bible translates it this way, “As for Herodias, she was furious with him and wanted to kill him, but she was not able to….”

Another translation: “And Herodias set herself against him and wanted to kill him. But she was not able to do so.”

Another translation: “But Herodias  held it against him, and wished to kill him, and was not able.”

The New English Bible, NEB: ‘Thus Herodias nursed a grudge against him and would willingly have killed him, but she could not.”

The King James Bible,  “Therefore Herodias had a quarrel against him, and would have killed him; but she could not.”

The Phillips translation: “Herodias herself was furious with him for this and wanted to have him executed, but she could not do it.”

The Living Bible, which paraphrases the translation,  put it this way, "Herodias wanted  John killed in revenge, but without Herod’s approval was powerless.”

The Good News Bible: “So Herodias held a grudge against John and wanted to kill him, but she could not because of Herod.”

The New  Revised Standard Version - NRSV - “And Herodias had a grudge against him, and wanted to kill him. But she could not….”

So “harboring a grudge” seems to be a good translation.

The Greek word used - “eneichen” - from the Greek verb “enecho” - is the only place in the Gospels - that this verb is used. Looking at all these translations, I would think “harboring a grudge” or “having a grudge” or “possessing a grudge” or “to have it in for someone” are good English translations.

NEXT - A POETIC WAY OF POSSESSING THIS TEXT

I don’t have a dog. I don’t want to have a dog. I couldn’t stand having the responsibility of having to take a dog outside for you know what - at different times of the day. Ugh.  I have enough things I am not doing that I’m supposed to be doing.

I see people with their dog - holding that leash - walking along near trees, lawns and bushes.

I picture every person on this planet - having at least one grudge - on a leash.  In other words, every person has  a dog name “Grudge” on a leash.


It’s a pit bull or a Doberman or a bulldog that barks….

We feed it, We pet it. We keep it in the dog house in our mind.

It could be what a parent or a teacher said to us 35 years ago. It could be a moment when we were dropped, dumped, fired from a job or a lover or a spouse or a child. It could be a resentment, a regret, a should have, a could have….

We all know our pet peeves - our major mistake or hurt or inner barker or growler.

And like Herodias - something is holding us back - our Herod - a voice that gives a treat to that grudge - that we might be a bit wrong about the fairness of our b [a five letter word we can’t use in the pulpit. Isn’t that another name for a dog?]
But sometimes we let that leash go and our grudge chops another person’s head off.

CONCLUSION


I hope now we know a bit more about Mark 6:19.
August 29, 2017





WALLS

Now why would anyone 
want walls?  Yet, looking
around, it seems there are
a lot of them  - and it also
seems they are expensive.


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017

Monday, August 28, 2017


SAINT  AUGUSTINE 
A  REAL  SAINT 

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Saint Augustine: A Real Saint.”

Many lives of saints edit out some of their struggles and sins.

For example, in Ida Gorres’ biography of St. Therese of Lisieux, The Hidden Face, she  points out that Therese’s sister Pauline edited into her autobiography some “extra” stuff and edited out some of the characteristics they she wanted in and wanted out of  her autobiography.

They are also working on the beatification and then possible canonization  process for Dorothy Day in New York.

Cardinal Spellman is supposedly to have said about pushing the cause for the eventual canonization of Dorothy Day,  “Over my dead body.”

He’s dead too.

I would like to see her canonized to help all people who have had an abortion like she did - to have faith in recovering - as well as give good example to all those who want to help the poor like she did.

ST AUGUSTINE

Saint Augustine in his writings tells us of his sins. His Confessions and some of his other writings give us the real deal.

In his  Confessions  he said his worst sin was stealing pears and throwing them to the pigs. He and a group of kids went on a damaging property spree. They stole  the pears. He said his motive was to do evil. They did it out of spite and stupidity and non-thinking.

Everyone remembers Augustine’s prayer: “Lord make me chaste, but not yet.”

He started living with a  gal when he was 17 - and was faithful to her for the next 15 years. They had a son - Deodatus - Gift of God or Godsend.

He tells us about the power of humility being the foundation of human growth. The word  “humility” is from the word for humus - or earth.  We are made of the clay of the earth - to which we will return.

He admitted when he was dirty.

He struggled with his dirt.

He admits to loving God, but so, so late. We all know his comment, “Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient and ever new! Late have I loved you! And, behold, you were within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.”

He said, “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.” So he traveled the Mediterranean basin and learned so much.”

But he also traveled within - writing in his Confessions about the inside of his life. He wrote later on, “People  go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.”

He wondered about himself and learned about God. He said, “You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you.”

HOW TO READ AUGUSTINE

Read his Confessions.

Read Gary Wills book about Augustine. It's title is, Saint Augustine.

To become a saint takes time. It takes a lot of conversions.

Read the lives of saints. Read the Confessions of Augustine for  starters.

To learn takes reflection. Read Augustine and try to figure out what happened for him to say the things he said, to write the things he wrote.

For example, what happened for him to write, “Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are.”

Or what was going on for him to write, “Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.”

Or “If two friends ask you to judge a dispute, don't accept, because you will lose one friend; on the other hand, if two strangers come with the same request, accept because you will gain one friend.”

Or, “He who is filled with love is filled with God himself.

Or The words printed here are concepts. You must go through the experiences.

I love this comment by Augustine. It is so real. "I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful; but I have never read in either of them: Come unto me all you who labor and are heavily burdened."

CONCLUSION

The title of my thoughts was,  “Saint Augustine: A Real Saint.”


It seems that people can relate better to saints who are human and not angels. 


I think that's why folks like Pope Francis - and saints like Augustine.





Notes: the painting on top is entitled, "Augustine of Hippo - comissioned by the the NY Times to illustrated a book review by the Times
August 28, 2017


GOD

How far out, how far in,
do I have to go - till I meet
you, till I touch you, till I
know you - or do I just have
to sit and be quite or stop
to be with someone in pain
or poverty or persecution?



© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017