Wednesday, September 13, 2017

September 13, 2017


SALT  SHAKER  

God - like a simple, regular,
inexpensive salt shaker - shakes
grains of salt on everything.

Taste, appreciate, savor,
grains of God in and on all
of creation. “Oooh Good!”*



© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017
* Genesis 1: 10, 21, 25, 31.



WHICH  OF  THESE  3 
BLACK  AND  WHITE 
 POSTERS  CATCH  
YOUR  BRAIN  THE  MOST? 







Tuesday, September 12, 2017


SEEKING  TO  TOUCH  CHRIST


 INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 23 Tuesday in Ordinary Time  is, “Seeking To Touch Christ.”

That comes from a sentence in today’s gospel, “Everyone in the crowd sought to touch him because power came forth from him and healed them all.” [Cf. Luke 6: 12-19.]

If we read the gospels carefully, we often see and hear about people reaching out trying to touch Jesus or Jesus reaching out and touching people.
Jesus touched eyes, ears and mouths.



Remember the woman who said to herself, “If I just touch the hem of his garment, I’ll be healed.”



And Jesus said, “Who touched me.”  The disciples said at that, “We’re surrounded by this crowd and you ask, ‘Who touched you.’” They didn’t now, but he knew power went out of him.

EACH OTHER

Did you ever notice how much people want to touch others or be touched by them?

Little children cling to their parents.

I’ve walked through nursing homes and there’s an old person sitting there in the corridor - in a wheel chair - and spotting me they reach out their hand to touch me.

Lately, have you seen people doing this new practice of fist bumping? It’s quicker than handshakes. For men who don’t like to handshake, it’s more masculine: a fist!

In 1957 - I think it was 1957 - I was in Washington D.C. and my brother says to me, “Do you want to go over to see the Hoffa hearings?”



We went and stood there in the back. I spotted Bobby Kennedy and Jack Kennedy up front - great tans - and when they came down the aisle after a break was announced  I reached out my hand and touched  the sleeve of Bobby Kennedy’s jacket near his wrist. Power did not go out from them - but something happened.

QUESTION

Did you ever reach out to touch someone who was great: like the pope, or a famous athlete - or a famous movie actor or what have you - or  Bobby Kennedy like I did?

If it felt different, why was that?

After all these years, I still remember the Bobby Kennedy moment. Why was that?

CATHOLIC SACRAMENTS ARE TOUCHY FEELING

Have you noticed that Catholic Church faith practices use touch?

Yesterday afternoon I was on duty and I went up to Heritage Harbor to give some lady named Joan the sacrament of the sick. Her daughter had called - saying her mom was dying. I walked in and shook hands with her husband - great smile. I put my hand on his shoulder in support and said, “I hope you are okay.” He was up there in age - but I sensed he was feeling the possible closeness of his wife’s death. I shook hands with the care giver. This lady named Joan was out of it - unconscious - yet the Church wanted to anoint her on her forehead and hands in the name of Christ. I did.

On Saturday I anointed a baby at a baptism at 11 A.M. and another kid at 6:15 Saturday evening  I anointed both of them in the neck here with sacred oil before the baptism and then on their forehead after the baptism.

Touch. At the two masses I had Sunday - and at the picnic - I got to reach out and touch well over 1000 people.

If you talk to priests, you know how sensitive we are about touch - especially because of the child abuse stories in people’s minds.

At Baptisms  I like it to  ask everyone in the baptismal party to reach out and touch the baby’s forehead and give him or her a blessing - a thumb sign of the cross on their forehead.

Sacred touch - healing touch - a sign of peace is not just for Mass - but the sign of peace moment at Mass has certainly evolved. The percentage of people against that sign - I would think by observing - is under 10%.

CONCLUSION

Life can be touching.

Life can be a hands on experience.

Life gives us the opportunity to have a Sistine Chapel ceiling moment. We all know the painting of Michelangelo on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel - Adam and God’s index finger almost touching each other.  In fact, if you want a good night prayer or anytime prayer - close your eyes and reach your index finger to the skies and touch God. Say, pray, “God, just keeping in touch.”












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Painting on top: 
Ron DiCianni, Divine Healing

Monday, September 11, 2017

September 12, 2017


REVELATIONS

A spider web with rain on it….
A baby’s smallest toe….
An orange skin  and an elephant’s skin….
An icicle being transparent ….
A mother horse nudging its colt ….
A dog looking up - then down - with no sound ….
A zebra looking at a football ref puzzled….
A leaf feeling “uh oh!” - fall is coming ….
A fallen ice cream cone feeding 100 ants ….
A rock having no clues about tears ….
A wave hitting shore and falling apart …. “No!”


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017


September 11, 2017



THE PURPOSE OF COMMUNITY:
BRIDGE BUILDING

Next time you go across a bridge

turn off your radio or iPhone and
reflect on all the people who worked
together to build this bridge. 

Next time you go across a bridge

realize a bridge is a metaphor for
the purpose of community - building
bridges to bring us together.

Next time you go across a bridge
ask yourself, "Am I a bridge builder?
Am I weaving my way to others? Am I thankful for those reaching out to me?

© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017

SHAWN  BOWMAN,  28, FATHER, 

CANTOR  FITZGERALD  EMPLOYEE

By Frank Donnelly
Staten Island Advance
 staff writer

Friday, 09/28/2001



Date of Death 9/11/2001

STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. — Shawn Edward Bowman Jr. wasn't an early riser by nature, but each morning he got up before dawn to shower and dress his 16-month-old son, Liam Edward.

The 5 a.m. wake-up call gave the Sunnyside resident precious time with Liam before work and let his wife, Jennifer, sleep a few more minutes. Mrs. Bowman is pregnant with the couple's second child.

Mr. Bowman, 28, a human resources information specialist for Cantor Fitzgerald on the 104th floor of Tower 1, is among the missing in the Sept. 11 terrorist attack.

"He was a very devoted father and husband," said his mother-in-law, Jacqueline Davitt. "And as a mother-in-law I could not have asked for anyone to be nicer to my daughter."

A lifelong Staten Islander, Mr. Bowman was a model employee who reported to work an hour early each day. Among his duties, he trained colleagues in the use of special software.

"He wanted to make sure everything he did, he did well," Mrs. Davitt said. As dedicated as he was to his job, which required frequent travel to Europe, Mr. Bowman was even more devoted to his family.

He was little Liam's special playmate. He devoted Saturdays to treks to McDonald's for pancakes and walks in Clove Lakes Park. Weeknights were reserved for romps on the floor.

"His son was everything," Mrs. Davitt said.

The day before the attack, Mr. Bowman left work early to bring Liam to the doctor's office. He and his wife were planning a trip to the Bronx Zoo with Liam to celebrate Mr. Bowman's 29th birthday on Sept. 16.

"He will live through my daughter, but it's a shame his children will never know how wonderful their father was," said Mrs. Davitt. "He will be sorely missed and our lives will never be the same."

Mrs. Bowman is due to give birth in January. The child will be named Jack, after a character in Tom Clancy novels that Mr. Bowman enjoyed reading.
Mr. Bowman was especially fond of mysteries and political accounts and devoured every copy of the New York Times and Barron's newspapers.
He also enjoyed cooking and was an Eagle Scout. He was active with Pouch Camp, Sea View, and with Troop 43 of St. John's Episcopal Church, Rosebank.
Born in New Dorp, Mr. Bowman moved to Arden Heights in 1999. In April, he and his wife moved into his mother-in-law's Sunnyside residence while they awaited construction of a new home in Columbus, N.J.

He was a graduate of Monsignor Farrell High School and the State University of New York at Albany, where he received bachelor's and master's degrees in business administration.

Following graduation, Mr. Bowman worked as a human resources information specialist for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter in Manhattan. He often traveled to the company's overseas offices to train colleagues in special software use. Mr. Bowman was a parishioner of Our Lady of Good Counsel R.C. Church, Tompkinsville, where he was married on April 17, 1999.

Surviving in addition to his wife, the former Jennifer Davitt, and his son, Liam Edward, are his parents, Carol and Shawn E. Sr.; a brother, James, and his maternal grandmother, Anne Barbieri.

There will be a memorial mass tomorrow at noon in Our Lady of Good Counsel Church. The Rev. Joseph Mostardi, the former pastor, will officiate, wearing vestments Mr. Bowman's family purchased for him.

The Harmon Home for Funerals, West Brighton, is handling the arrangements.

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Shawn Bowman was the grandson of my godfather, Ernest Bowman - so I want to mention him on this September 11 and I ask you to say a prayer for his family.

Sunday, September 10, 2017


WHAT  TO  DO? 

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 23 Sunday in Ordinary Time [A] is,  “What To Do?”

Sometimes we don’t know what to do?

Sometimes we know what to do - but if we do - there are consequences - uncomfortable consequences - Uh oh consequences!

After all, who  wants to feel - the funny feelings we feel - when we feel we have to correct someone else? Those are some of the ugh moments of life.

TODAY’S READINGS

Today’s readings make religion real.

Today’s reading puts some words that are covered with sandpaper into our ears and then into our mind. As they slide down our ear canal they can rub us the wrong way.

So and so is drinking too much, do we say or do anything?

So and so is cheating on his or her spouse, do we do anything?

So and so is killing themselves by overeating - do we intervene?

Today’s readings touch on this issue of what to do.

Ezekiel - in the first reading - tells us - we are appointed by God to be watchmen and watchwomen and warn those who are being wicked - to tell them, “This is killing you.” and / or, “This is killing us and others.”

You’re kidding.  Nope. That is what Ezekiel is saying.

If the other kills themselves and we didn’t do anything to warn them, then Ezekiel says, God is saying, “I am holding you responsible. But if we warn the other and they refuse to turn from their wicked ways, the other will die from their guilty behaviors, but we will save ourselves.

The second reading tells not to owe anyone anything  - except our love for them.

Translated: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. This means not doing any evil to another - no adultery, no killing, no stealing, no wanting their stuff.

And the gospel comes back to the watchman or watchwoman theme.

If your brother or sister sins against you, tell them their fault - but just between the two of you.

If they won’t listen to you, get two or three witnesses, and you and they together confront the person who is messing up - and if the person won’t listen to the 3 or 4 of you, then go the larger community and all of you challenge the person messing up.

If the other still won’t listen, then cut them out of your life.

But Jesus in today’s gospel  adds - pray for that person - and it seems to be saying, “Do that prayer as a group."

The title of my homily is, “What To Do?”

FURTHER QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS

One of my favorite sayings is, “Teach thy tongue to say, ‘I do not know.’” That’s found in the Jewish Talmud.

Years and years ago - before being  here in Annapolis - I remember being stationed with a priest who had a drinking problem.

Yes, we experience in the rectory, what many families experience in their home. We have an old saying: Rectories can be wrectories.

We talked about “What to do?” hundreds of times about this guy.

A good dozen times we told this guy he has a drinking problem 1 to 1 as well as 5 or 6 to 1.

Nothing worked. He spent his life in a daze.

I write and I remember writing out of frustration a short piece and it’s published in one of my books. I never showed it to the guy - but I looked it up today while writing this homily.

TO AN ALCOHOLIC

The speed of the suicide
depends upon the mind of the person.

Just the other day
I was reading in the paper
about this man in Florida
who blew his brains out
with just one shot.
That’s all it took,
that’s all it took, just one shot.

And as I put down
the paper I wondered
about you sitting there
with another drink
in your hand
and it’s not even
noon-time yet.

You’ll never make headlines.

But I suppose someday soon
I’ll read it in the paper
or hear that you died,
and I suppose very few
will know you’ve
been blowing your brains
out for years, 
yesterday,
today, everyday,
with many shots.

And I ask myself:
should I tell you what
I’m reading or should
I guess how long it will take?

There it was. I was facing what I’ve heard from my own family members - as well as lots of people asking a priest - the title of this homily, “What to Do?”

However this same guy once said about another, but similar situation,  “I’m not going to tell you or him about his problem. I have to live with you or him.”

So we ask others to intervene. So we send anonymous letters. So we go to AL anon.

And sometimes if we tell another why people are having problems with them, things get worse - things get uncomfortable.

I remember a moment when I was a young priest in my first assignment. 

Someone called and asked to see me. They wanted me to be the messenger of tough news to a family member. So I called and met with the person whom nobody would tell them about their problem. Then when all hell broke loose, the person who asked me to deliver the poison meatball said, “I didn’t tell you to do that.”

They didn’t sue me - but I learned my lesson - big time. I never did that again. But I did learn better and more difficult ways to get people to confront each other. Tough stuff….

CONCLUSION

Most of the time - it’s my experience - that most of life - sad to say - is kept in the bottom drawer, swept under the rug, grin and bear it, because we have to live with one another.

Most of the time - it’s my experience - that sometimes people change - wake up - improve - or die and the problem is solved.


Most of the time - it’s my experience - that when we hear people complaining about others  - it’s smart to ask oneself  the biblical question, that the disciples said at the last supper when Jesus said, “One of you will betray me?” and they asked, “Is it I Lord?” So when people are complaining about a, b, or c, - it’s a good idea to pause and see where I have to change concerning a, b, c, or d, e and f - or whatever the problem is.