“Religion is the way we react to what we cannot evade.”
Nels F.S. Ferre, Faith and Reason , 1946
Sunday, April 28, 2019
April 28, 2019
PYROPHOBIA
Fear of fire ….
With this fear you’re not going
to experience the joy of a couch -
being under a blanket - with others -
laughing and looking at a fireplace
and not the TV or an iPhone -
only crackling logs on fire….
Ooops! With this
fear
you’re going to miss out
on picnics and toasted marshmallows….
You’ll have to use wind power
and never look at the sun….
You better live next to a fire house
and you have an open window
on that side of your
house to yell from ….
Think living in a rain forest - far from
all places that have forest fires ….
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
Saturday, April 27, 2019
April 27, 2019
OCHOLOPHOBIA
Fear of crowds ….
Get a night job ….
Don’t have a favorite team ….
You can’t go to church ….
Take the subway outside the rush hour ….
Be careful of weddings, wakes and funerals…..
Die on a day nobody else dies ….
Or start to receive Holy Communion with everyone.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2019
Friday, April 26, 2019
April 26, 2019
HAVE YOU
CAUGHT ANYTHING?
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily for this Friday after Easter is,
“Have You Caught Anything?”
Today’s gospel has Jesus asking his disciples, “Have you
caught anything?”
They were fishing all night long and they caught nothing.
Jesus tells them to throw their net to the right side of
their boat and they catch a great number of fish: 153 to be exact.
At that moment they realize it’s the Lord.
In a way it’s a variation of the story in the early part
of the gospels where they fill two boats with fish - thanks to the Lord, Jesus.
A GREAT QUESTION
I think that’s a great story. I think that’s a great
question: “Have you caught anything?”
In the gospel for
today, Jesus says, “Let’s have breakfast.”
If Jesus invited you to the Double T Diner or Eggcellence and asked you, “Have you caught
anything?” what would you answer?
Shakespeare in one of his sonnets - Sonnet 2 - talks about hitting 40. He feels like he’s aging and sagging and wrinkling - and he’s wondering
about what he’s done with his life - and he doesn’t know what to say - till he
sees his kid running towards him in the yard - and he picks up his kid and
says, “This child stands for me.”
If anyone should feel his nets are full, it should be
Shakespeare - with his plans and poems.
Sitting there at the diner having breakfast with Jesus
would you take out your wallet and show Jesus pictures of your kids. I think a lot of people would feel even
prouder of their grand kids. If it wasn’t
for you they wouldn’t exist.
WHAT STANDS FOR YOU?
What stands for you?
Kids obviously.
Before I came to
Annapolis I worked out of our parish in Lima, Ohio. Most Thursday evenings - after the last
service of a parish mission, we would meet in the church hall or basement with
those who made the mission - to socialize.
There was usually the table with 15 women in aprons and
faces. It was before I had diabetes 2
and I would walk the cookie gauntlet.
The rule for smorgasbord was always to survey the whole field before
taking a first of anything. Well I
couldn’t eat 15 cookies - on a paper plate - so I had to face the face of
someone who didn’t get my vote that her cookies weren’t my first or second of
fifth choice.
Before going to sleep that night did 5 of those women
thank God for having caught 35 cookie selectors in the church hall that
night? What about those who had no
takers.
Life: what have you caught?
Life: whom have you caught?
Life: who has caught you?
Life: has God caught you?
Life: does God want to have breakfast or lunch or what
with you?
CONCLUSION
As I was thinking about all this - priests get the
thought at times, “I hope someone out there will think, ‘Being a priest is a
good way to serve and use the gift of life - especially since most priests in
the Western Church don’t have kids.’”
Thinking further about that a good memory hit me. Back in
the 1970’s I was giving retreats in San Alfonso Retreat House in New
Jersey. One weekend a guy asked to talk
to me about life. He was around 45 years
of age. He had helped raise his sister’s kids with her - after her husband
died.
In the conversation he said, “When I was young I got the
thought at time to become a priest. Now it’s too late. The kids I helped raise
are in college, etc.
I said, “Too late. It’s not too late.”
Then I added, “Do you want me to contact our guy who
knows all about this?”
He said, “Great.”
Well was how this wonderful - 5 by 5 - short chubby guy from Jersey City,
New Jersey - with stubby short fingers - former Marine - became a wonderful
Redemptorist priest - gave over 20 years of his life as a priest.
Someone gave him the nickname, “Trixie” and it fit him
perfectly.
The title of my homily is, “What Have Your Caught?”
Did I catch this guy? No. God did, but I might have supplied
the net.
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