Tuesday, September 11, 2018


September 11, 2018 - 



Thought for today: 

“The moment to spend  with a husband who loves me, or a sick friend, or a delicious new grandchild is here and now. Not some time later .... The nation learned this lesson all at once that horrible day in September 2001. The pictures stay with us -- the fires and falling debris, and, most hauntingly, the faces. Look how young so many of them were, people who thought there would be much more time, a lot of 'later' when they could do all the things they really wanted to do. I grieve for their families -- especially for those, like me, who haven't found any trace of the people they loved. But I grieve even more for the people who died that day. They couldn't know what we know now about the precious gift of time.” 

Cokie Roberts -  
contributing senior news 
analyst for NPR News

Monday, September 10, 2018



I’M  ALL  MIXED  UP


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “I’m All Mixed Up!”

There used to be a song by Elvis Presley - 1969. Billy Joel and others sang it as well. It was called, “I’m All Shook Up.”

At times we’re all mixed up.  At times we’re all shook up. We can’t slow things down to figure out what to do.  Things are happening too fast.  We’re in the mix and we can’t stop the music.

Sometimes we can.

HOW TO DEAL WITH MIX UPS - AND SHOOK UPS

If we can, the first step  is to step back. Turn off the music. Stop the spin that’s going all around - that’s mixing us up - that’s shaking us up.

We can do this if we can get away from it all. Having the ability to pause is a good skill to have.  Being able to become silent and walk away nicely - is a good skill? Knowing how to fake it and say, “Excuse me. Is there a bathroom nearby?”

Then in the privacy of  our mind - we might have time and place to sort out what’s going on around us and inside us.

Sometimes it’s smart to admit it - to say  out loud to the other or to others - but  especially to myself, “I’m all mixed up. I’m all shook up. I need space.”

It could be family stuff, church stuff, self-stuff, money stuff, politics stuff, children who are long gone stuff, what have you stuff.

Next time you have some time, take a good look at your remote. Is it a good sign that the letters on the mute button are worn off? Is it a good sign if we can mute ourselves - bite our tongue and learn now to say, “Mute!”?

That’s the first step - stepping back.
The second step is to ask what’s in the mix of the moment? Jot down one liners that are short hand for what and who’s in the mix - that’s mixing us up.

TODAY’S FIRST READING

Today’s First Reading from 1st Corinthians 5:1-8 talks about a shook up - a mixed up - early Christian Community.

Read the letter with the question: What’s going on here?

In today’s reading we find out:

·       A man is living with his father’s wife.
·       People are being expelled out of the community.
·       People are being prideful.
·       Paul pronounces judgment on someone.
·       People are boasting about inappropriate things.

Paul uses the image of baking bread. Here’s where the image of mixing hit me. He says get rid of the old yeast and become a fresh batch of dough. He says too many times we have mixed into our being the yeast of malice and wickedness - instead of sincerity and truth.      

We all have baggage.  I like that word: baggage.

Another word I like is,  triggers. What’s triggering our mess?

Another word I like in this mix is projection.

We walk through life with baggage - boxes and backpacks, memories and moments that are triggered by present events and experiences - and they are all part of our mix.

We mix experiences from our childhood and school and work into what’s happening now.


Warning: we might be unfair doing that to ourselves or another, because what’s happening now is different from what happened back then. That’s why it’s important to look at the mix and the mess we’re in.

TODAY’S GOSPEL     

As a result our mind can become like a hard fist or like the withered hand the man in today’s gospel has.

Jesus says to the man:  Stretch our your hand” and the withered hand is restored.

Here we are in church - a gathering place. If we were Jewish, this would be a synagogue.

Hear Jesus say.  “Stretch our your mind - your twisted or over laden or even withered mind and let Jesus heal us.”

Another warning: In today’s gospel those present don’t like what Jesus did.

Jesus was crucified many times before the got to Calvary.

Well, Jesus might cause in our mind and heart a resentment - because he’s naming what we do at times. Once we’re healed we can’t blame others for our own mixed up motives and patterns.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, “I’m All Mixed Up!”

Hope this homily had at least one message or one image that shows some clarity or light in any thing you’re mixed up about. Amen.

September 10, 2018

VOW OF DISOBEDIENCE


Now that I said something
about a vow of obedience
I made on August 2, 1960,

I realize I have made a
another vow - somewhere
along my time line of life.

I will not keep quiet when
someone makes a racial
attack on another.

I will speak up when I
discover unfairness or
injustice towards others.

I will try to listen to those
who hurt or feel like they
are not listened to by others

I will refuse to go by clothes
or age or body shape or titles
as a person’s determination.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018


September 10, 2018



Thought for today: 

“There’s  a  difference  between a philosophy and  a  bumper sticker.”  

Charles M. Schulz

Sunday, September 9, 2018


A DEAF KID NAME TOMMY


INTRODUCTION

The title of my story for today is, “A Deaf Kid Named Tommy.”

In today’s gospel - for this 23 Sunday in Ordinary Time [B] we have the story of a deaf man. We don’t know his name. [Cf. Mark 7: 31-37.]

Jesus is traveling in an area below the Sea of Galilee - to the east of the Jordan River - in an  area called “The Ten Cities” - the Decapolis.  A group of people bring  to Jesus a deaf man who has a speech impediment. They beg Jesus put his hand on the man and heal him.

We find several stories like this in the gospels. People beg Jesus to heal daughters, sons, friends or servants.

In this story Jesus takes the deaf man away from the crowd. Maybe the theatrics and the drama that happens with these healings gets to him. He puts his finger into the man’s ears and spitting touches the man’s tongue and looks up to heaven and groans, “Ephphatha” - the Aramaic words for  “Be opened.”

And immediately - according to the gospel of Mark - the man’s ears are opened and his speech impediment was removed.

The man began to speak plainly.

At that Jesus ordered than nobody say anything about all this - but the more he tried to calm everyone down - and be quiet, they were screaming - “It’s amazing!” “It’s a miracle!”  “It’s a healing!”

The title of my story for today is, “A Deaf Kid Named Tommy.”

This is a true story. I was there. I saw it. This happened  around 1990 in upstate New York.

Let me introduce the characters in the story and the setting of this story.

THE SCENE AND THE SETTING

The scene is outdoors - late September  - and it’s warm.

There is a big building - 4 stories high. It’s a big retreat house - a former seminary building where I went to school. Now I was back there again. It’s also place for our novices - young men becoming Redemptorists. But it’s mainly a big retreat house.

It has a kitchen in the basement. There is no air conditioning down there. The windows are open - with bars on the windows. It’s a warm day.

It’s after lunch and there is group of junior high school kids from an all girl’s high school making a 3 day retreat.

TEDDY

The first character in my story that I want to introduce is an old priest - around 85 years of age.  His name is Francis - but we called him “Teddy.”

He had buck teeth all his life and Teddy Roosevelt was famous for his big teeth, so Father Teddy got the nick name “Teddy.”

He’s raking the lawn - from weeds he whacked.

Teddy is quite deaf - but he had hearing aids - but often didn’t use them.

Teddy had a great personality - warm - friendly. If he was an American Indian he’d be called, “Great Heart.”

I was talking with Father Ronny Bonneau today at lunch - telling him I was going to tell this story today for my homily and he said, he was walking down the corridor of this retreat house and Teddy is looking out the window and says to Ronnie, “Look at Molly down there.”  Molly was a beautiful retriever dog. “Look at him waving his tail.” Then he said, “Too bad we humans lost our tails. It’s a great way to know if someone is very happy.”

I told him a similar story. I was walking down the 2nd corridor and there was Teddy trying to get a bee into a glass  near the window. I asked him what he was doing.

He said he was trying to get the bee into the glass so he could bring him across the corridor - and into his room and let him out on the other side of the building - so he doesn’t have to climb up to top of the 4th floor and then down the other side.

So that’s Teddy.

TOMMY AND DANNY

The next two characters are Tommy and Danny - brothers.

They were the dish washers in that basement kitchen.

Tommy was stone deaf - totally deaf - from his babyhood.

Danny was not.

Tommy was the noisiest dish washer in the history of dishwashing.

He would slam - bang trays of dishes on the stainless steel tables that were part of the dishwashing section of the dining room.

And when the windows were opened you could hear his grunts as well as dish racks slams on the stainless steel tables.

Danny was more carefully and totally non noisy as he was doing dishes with Tommy.

THE CROWD - THE OTHERS

Every story - well not every story - but stories usually have the crowd or the others.

After lunch the two cooks, waiters and waitresses, and Tommy and Danny would take a break after some of the work was done. If the weather was nice - this break would take place in the shade at some benches and picnic tables across from the door up out of the kitchen.

THE STORY

Well this day I’m sitting there with some of the kitchen staff chatting.

The high school girls came out of the building and hearing the noise in the kitchen from Tommy - they were looking through the bars - the windows - down into the kitchen. I’m seeing all of this. We’re seeing all of this. We hear the girls call other girls to check out this guy in the kitchen doing dishes. They are pointing at Danny. The cook says, “I betcha that Tommy thinks they are looking at him.”

Then the girls in a large group head down to the river.

15 minutes later, we’re still breaking, Tommy and Danny come up out of the kitchen for a break as well.

Danny joins us.  We’re kidding him about the girls checking him out.

Tommy is 30 feet away - by himself - looking lonely and lost - a normal look for him. He’s leaning against a tree. Just then the girls come back - from the river and spot Danny and run towards him.

He blushes.

None run towards Tommy.

He tightens his fish and bangs it against his stomach - just below his heart.

The nun and a couple of adult chaperons tell the girls, “We have to get back to the retreat.”

I spot Tommy crying.

I spot Teddy raking leaves.

I go over to Teddy to tell him about Tommy. He adjusts his hearing aid.

I had seen Tommy and Teddy greeting each other after meals - and somehow communicating. Deaf to deaf. Smile to smile.

So Teddy goes over to Tommy - who is still all alone -  to console him and he hears Tommy say - with deep loud  grunts, “Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.”

Teddy gives him a hug and I see him crying on this old priest’s shoulder.

CONCLUSION

Years later I heard that Tommy got one of those machines that has wires that go into the skull and a person can learn to hear 16 sounds - that can help a person learn more words - and less grunts - more words that “Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.”


September 9, 2018

Reflections




LETTING GO

Each night,
to let go,
to lose control,
to fall asleep,
perchance not
to wake up in the morning.

Now,
if that
doesn’t cause fear -
this putting all
into unknown nothingness
or into God’s hands,
what does?

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018


September 9, 2018 



Thought for today: 

“People are,  if  anything,  more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being  thought  unjust.” 



E. B. White