October 8, 2018 

Thought for today: 

“An ugly truth  is  better than a beautiful lie.” 

Paul Redmond on BBC, 

Hardtalk, Oct. 7, 2018

October 7, 2018

BEHIND  THE  EYES 
OF THE POOR

Who’s poor? Who’s rich? Who’s who?

What’s behind the eyes of the poor?

What’s behind the eyes of the rich?

I often wonder.

Who sees the hungry on our sidewalks?

Do they see the eyes of those walking by?

Does everyone see whose my brother?

Who is my sister?

Are those against better minimum wages …?

Are those against health care for all …?

Are those against unions …?

Are those against a New Deal, a Better Deal for...?

Oh, I know, someone says, “It’s socialism.”

Someone says, “It’s none of my business?”

Someone says, “You are my brother!

You are my sister. And God is our Father!”

  

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

October 7, 2018 

Thought for today: 

“Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.” 

Eleanor Roosevelt

DO  YOU  HAVE  A  ROSARY?

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Do You Have A Rosary?”

If you answer “Yes” to that question, could you find it and have it in hand in less than 10 minutes?

In a bureau drawer? In your pocket? On your car mirror? In a box next to your bed?

Today is the feast the Most Holy Rosary. It’s not mentioned because October 7^th falls on a Sunday this year - and we’re celebrating the 27^th Sunday in Ordinary Time. However, I want to be practical - hands on - and I think thoughts about the rosary can be helpful for some Sunday reflections

ANOTHER QUESTION

What scenes, what stories, what memories, what thoughts hit you when you hear the word, “rosary”.

Can you picture an aunt or an uncle buying you a rosary for your first communion or confirmation or graduation or what have you?

Did someone go to Rome or Jerusalem and bring you back a wooden rosary - as a gift - a remembrance - instead of a t-shirt?

Did anyone ever see a rosary in your stuff and ask: “What’s this?”

Did you ever go to a funeral - go up to the casket  - and see a rosary in the dead person’s hands? When I see a rosary in hand at a funeral parlor - I reach in and say one Hail Mary on that person’s rosary beads.

I sort of remember - that when my brother died, they were looking everywhere for his rosary.  I don’t think it was my sister-in-law - who is visiting here today - buy I think it was his buddy, Marty Goldberger, a Jewish guy, who found it.

ROSARY SCENES

I remember the 1940’s and early 1950’s when we said the Family Rosary together. It took 15 minutes but it always  felt like an hour.  We knelt at my parent’s bed . The floors were wooden and they were hard. We’d be out on the street playing stick ball. It would be a warm summer evening. Then one of my sisters would scream from the front door, “Rosary!” That interrupted our evening for a while. Then we’d go back out and finish our game.

I remember - one time there - in the 1970’s -  walking up 2^nd Avenue - in Manhattan, New York City.    2^nd  Avenue had wide, wide sidewalks. The cement sidewalk was crowded. It was  around 3 PM. Coming towards me was this big crowd of people. However, this one lady stood out as she walked towards us - rosary in hand.  For some reason this well dressed middle aged woman saying the rosary - as she walked - stood out. She still is walking down the sidewalk of my mind?

How many other people do that every day? While walking …. While driving …. While sitting in an easy chair in a parlor or on a back porch - and they are saying their rosary?

When you hear the word “rosary” what are your rosary scenes? Do you picture a grandmother or a parent in a nursing home - saying their prayers?

I remember being back home once. We were now adults. My brother was there - up from Maryland - and someone suggested saying the rosary together once again as a family.

Compared to our childhood, by now my mother had added on a bunch of extras. Ugh. That rosary took forever. When we finally finished my brother said to my mother, “Are you going to put on vestments now and say Mass for us?”

MYSTERIES

Those of us who went to Catholic School and / or were trained as Catholics were taught the 15 mysteries of the rosary: the Joyful, the Sorrowful and the Glorious mysteries. Then Pope John Paul 2 added the Light Bearing Mysteries. Religion always has add on’s.

The rosary gives us a chance to reflect upon 20 events in the life of Jesus

People ask what should they think about  while saying the rosary.

I suggest look at the 20 events in Jesus life - with the same 20 events in our own life.

We all have experienced annunciations, announcements, phone calls that changed our lives.

We’ve all experienced visitations, visits,  surprise meetings that changed our lives.

We’ve all experienced births - children, adopted or born to us - babies that were Christmas like gifts that changed our lives.

We’ve all experienced presentations, graduations, awards, and findings in church or school or work or in the family that changed our lives.

We’ve all had our sufferings, our crosses, our falls, our headaches, our beatings, our deaths.

We’ve all had our glorious moments: times we realized those who have died are with the Lord.  We’ve climbed - moved up - ascended closer to God - trips to the mountains, Ocean City - moments when the Holy Spirit breathed new life into us. We’ve figured out who Mary is and how she fits into the Christian life.

We’ve all experienced light - sun rising moments - epiphany moments - baptisms, weddings - marriages -  the stuff of today’s readings - transfiguration moments when all changed - so too great Masses.

Taking out a rosary for a Catholic is like taking out a prayer rug for a Muslim.  Now I’m going to pray.

ROSARY BEADS ARE NOT JUST FOR HAIL MARY’S

For the past 30 plus years I’ve been saying, “Rosary Beads are not just for Hail Mary’s anymore.”

Rosary beads are great worry beads.

While driving, while relaxing, while wanting to pray, take your rosary in hand and use the 59 beads as prayer beads.

Finger the beads and say 59 times - a word per bead: “Thanks” - “Help” - “Wonderful” - “Amazing grace”.

Or pick out 10 or 59 people you want the Lord to bless.

The one word per one bead rosary takes 3 minutes or you can go slow and think of 59 people you’re remembering.

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is a question: “Do You Have a Rosary.”

Find it and  say 59 times: “Lord, teach me how to pray.”

Or, “Thank You God for everything. It’s been a great life so far.”

Or say in prayer to Christ, “You are the way the truth and the life.”

EDGE

It seems I’m most conscious 

when I’m on the edge of: 

oceans, lakes, rivers, 

hurts, rejections, loneliness, 
celebrations and blessings,

arrivals and departures, 

arguments and losing arguments, 

a compliment or a put down, 
the opening of the curtain and The End. 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018

October 6, 2018 

Thought for today: 

“Don’t  talk  unless  you  can  improve  the silence.”  

Vermont  Proverb

GOING TO CONFESSION 

TO FATHER 

FRANCIS XAVIER SEELOS 

What would it be like to go to confession to a Saint? Would I be nervous, anxious, scared? Would a Saint see right through me – knowing more about me than I know about myself – seeing my embarrassing behaviors and hidden prejudices? But would I also come out confession whispering, “Phew!” – having received a sacrament – having received a breath of fresh air –  having received the gift and grace that God forgives me? And in time for some sins, can I forgive myself?

What would it be like if there was a holy priest here at St. Mary’s, Annapolis, who had a great reputation as a saint – the “go to” priest for confession? What would people walking or driving down Duke of Gloucester Street think, if they saw a single line of people all the way up from the bridge over Spa Creek heading into church?

Such a priest was stationed here at St. Mary’s way back in the 1860’s. His name was Father Francis Xavier Seelos. In the literature about Father Seelos, writers keep saying lots of people wanted to go to confession to him – here at St. Mary’s, as well as in Pittsburgh, in Baltimore, Cumberland, Detroit, New Orleans, and in the many places where he preached parish missions.

As to long confession lines at St. Mary’s to get to Father Seelos, I was disappointed because I didn’t find any writer saying exactly that - especially  because I did read about  long lines of people wanting to go to confession to him in several other places where he was stationed.

Listen to what the Annals of the Baltimore Province of the Redemptorists from 1867 say about Father Seelos when he was stationed in New Orleans, his last assignment. “Here, as in all other places where he had been, he soon became a universal favorite. Germans, English, French, Creoles, negroes, mulattoes, all admired and loved F. Seelos. Though he was by no means a great proficient in English, and still less so in French, there were hundreds of highly educated Creoles and Americans who came miles, and stood for hours before his confessional, in order to have the happiness to make a general confession to him. And we all remarked that whoever went to him once, would never afterwards go to any other director. It was a common belief among the people that he could read the secrets of the heart.” (p. 317, Vol. 5)

It was at St. Philomena’s Parish in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (1845-1854), that Seelos’ reputation as a great confessor began. It was his second assignment as a Redemptorist. Perhaps it was because he was stationed with a future Saint – John Neumann – whom he went to confession to – that he knew what it was like to go to confession to a saint.

Francis Xavier Seelos was a creative preacher, but it seems to me, he loved being in the wooden confession box more than the wooden pulpit. But he was not wooden. He was warm and compassionate. Being a Redemptorist, he knew our motto and vision statement, “Copiosa Apud Eum Redemptio.” With Christ there is copious or fullness of redemption.

In Father Carl Hoegerl and Alicia Von Stamwitz’s book, A Life of Blessed Francis Xavier Seelos, they mention a sermon by Father Seelos where he says: “I here publicly give you permission to bring it up to me in the confessional and to call me a liar, if you come to confession and don’t find me receiving you in all mildness.” In other words, you might be filled with fear and trembling, but I promise peace (p. 49) – and if you don’t experience that, yell, “Liar!”

It was great to read that, because being good confessors is supposed to be a key trait of Redemptorists. Our founder, St. Alphonsus de Liguori, not only has the honorary titles of Doctor of Prayer and Patron Saint of Moral Theologians, he also has the title of Patron Saint of Confessors. He wrote a whole book for priests on how to be a good confessor. He wanted Redemptorists to bring Christ’s redeeming love to folks – and one key way was to experience God’s forgiveness in the sacrament of reconciliation – still usually called “confession”.

So when people went to confession to Father Francis Xavier Seelos here at St. Mary’s, they were going to confession to a wonderful and warm saint.

Whenever I sit in a confessional at St. Mary’s, I think about all the Redemptorist priests who heard confessions here in Annapolis for the past 150 years. I say to myself: Blessed Francis Xavier Seelos heard confessions in this very church – well not in these boxes – but in this church. I read in Robert L. Worden’s book which just came out, “St. Mary’s Church in Annapolis, Maryland: A Sesquicentennial History, 1853-2003” (pp. 125-126) that the present confessionals were constructed in 1914. Henry Robert, our sacristan, took me outside the church and pointed out how the outside walls of our church on the prayer garden side or the street side protrude where the present confessionals are.

Sometimes when I see people lined up to go to confession, I reflect about how going to confession has helped me all through my life. I begin by thinking about going to confession as a kid in the Redemptorist Parish of OLPH, Brooklyn.  I’d tell the usual kid stuff – “distobeying”, lying, stealing, fighting with my brother – and at times probably made up some stuff to make it sound good. In time, I didn’t have to make things up – graduating to sins of pride and laziness, etc.

I also remember what happened one Saturday afternoon when I was a kid. It was back in the 1950’s, when Catholics went to confession a lot more than today. Every Saturday eight confession boxes were in operation in our big parish. That afternoon every priest had a line except for one confession box. The light was on – meaning there was a priest in there - but nobody was going to him. I didn’t know why, but I guess I had a kid’s intuition: don’t go near the lion’s den. Then a man came into church – stood in the back for a moment – measured the lines – and perhaps because he was in a rush – headed for the confession box that had no line. Wrong move. Suddenly, everyone in the church smiled as well as being shocked, because they heard quite clearly the priest in the “forbidden box” yelling at the guy who thought he was making a great move.

“Woo! Uh oh! O no!” And I must have said to myself, “If I ever become a priest, I’ll never do that.” It was the same thing I said about a grouch on our block. We’d be playing stickball on the street. There weren’t that many cars back then – hey it was just after World War II and New York City had great public transportation – so our street was not that busy. The black macadam street was our “Field of Dreams”. Sewer covers in the center of the street were home plate and second base; two trees were first and third base. It was great, until a ball went into the grouch’s front yard. That was a “No! No!” The rule was: don’t get caught by the grouch trying to retrieve a Spalding – that wonderful red bouncy ball every kid loved in the 1950’s. And when the grouch grouched, I’m sure everyone said, “When I grow up, I won’t yell at kids who hit a ball into my yard.”

Was Francis Xavier Seelos yelled at – or did he hear the stories every priest hears about someone leaving the Catholic Church because some priest yelled at them? I don’t know, but I do know, he loved hearing confessions.

In fact, when he was semi-conscious, dying of yellow fever in New Orleans at the age of 48, he thought the Redemptorist priests and brothers around his bed were there to go to confession, and he would start with the confession prayers.

Confession is good for the soul. The sacrament or reconciliation is a great gift. It’s a chance to name our sins, to confess them, and hopefully in time to get beyond them.

Fritz Kunkel once described the purpose of confession as: “To bring to light the unknown, the unconscious darkness, and the underdeveloped creativity of our deeper layers.” Certainly people who receive the sacrament of reconciliation down through the years have had this experience. It begins with the call and need for confession – the call to sit and pray in a church for a while, and then to stand on line with other sinners – to articulate one’s sins – the roots of which are deep – and often need a lifetime of weeding from the garden of our soul.

Jesus was off on helping people discover forgiveness and healing. And he tells us to forgive seventy times seven times. He also said, “Let him without sin cast the first stone.”

Hopefully, all of us have had wonderful experiences in the sacrament of confession – experiencing Christ and his forgiveness seventy times seven times – and if any of us have experienced some rock throwing from a priest, that we can forgive him and get beyond that horror.

Everyone knows the priests here at St. Mary’s are not saints. Hopefully everyone who goes to confession here will taste a bit of the joy and “Good News” people who went confession to Father Francis Xavier Seelos experienced. He’s has not been canonized a Saint yet, but he is half-way there, being beatified on April 9, 2000. Hopefully the priests here, keep moving forward one step at a time – as a result of the example the long line of great Redemptorists who have gone before them.

Andy Costello (2004)