Wednesday, February 26, 2020



HIDDEN

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Hidden.”

Part of Jesus’ spirituality is, “The Hidden Life.”

Jesus must have seen too much externalism  and show in the spirituality of the Pharisees. “Hey, world, look at me.”

I’ve seen too much Phariseeism in the Catholic Church, in seminarians and in the clergy etc.

Jesus’ religious life was within life – authentic inner growth life – like the field growing and nobody sees growth happening. It’s slow and not showy.

Go back and read Mark 4: 26-29: "This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man throws seed on the land.  Night and day, while he sleeps, when he is awake, the seed is sprouting and growing; how, he does not know,  Of its own accord the land  produces first the shoot,  then the ear, then the full grain in the ear.  And when the crop is ready, he loses no time: he starts to reap because the harvest has come."

THE INSIDE, THE HIDDEN LIFE

Jesus saw and Jesus knew where his Father  was.

Our Father is in our inner room.  It’s nice when it feels like heaven.

As we heard Jesus say in  today’s gospel, “But when you pray, go to your inner room,  close the door, and pray to your Father in secret.  And your Father who sees in secret will repay you.”

I was pumping gas into my car recently. It wasn’t in New Jersey – when you can’t pump your own gas.  I saw a guy – with lots of plastic bags – sitting on the doorstep of the gas station. I figured he was a drifter. As I was paying for my gas – I spotted a 20-dollar bill  in my wallet – with an Andrew Jackson looking right at me. I walked over to the man and handed him a 20 and said, “McDonalds is right across the street.  Get yourself some breakfast and a good cup of coffee.”

He looked at me – sort of strange.  He wasn’t begging. But I was heading home for breakfast and why should I be the only one who might be hungry?

Surprise! My right hand knew what my left hand was doing. 

In today’s gospel Jesus gets at that as well.

That’s tricky – not only hiding our religious stuff from others – but also hiding our stuff from ourselves – as in inner bragging.

Jesus – this is tough stuff – to do.

ASH WEDNESDAY

Ash Wednesday is a funny one.

When we were kids – Ash Wednesday was always on a school day – and we would compare how long ashes would last on our foreheads – throughout the day.

I always laugh at the Ash Wednesday gospel: Matthew 6: 1-6,16-18.  It says when fasting,  don’t look gloomy. Wash your face. Anoint your head.

Does anyone go home on Ash Wednesday and wash their face?

THE  HIDDEN  LIFE

Jesus died when he was around 33.  Much of his life was hidden.

Our lives – in 500 years from now – whether we are cremated or what, we will be gone – hidden in a grave – maybe the stone will be long gone.  We’ll be the long forgotten – hidden dust – or resurrected dust – maybe our dust becomes part of a mosquito or maybe our dust becomes earth and becomes part of a blade of wheat or a grape on  a vine – a while back – all that is hidden from us – but our faith  is this:  we will be alive in Christ in the big inner room of eternity.

CONCLUSION

This world – has been around for over 5 billion years now – who knows what and who – and where we have been – so hear Jesus say to us when we get the ashes today,  “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”


February 26, 2020


EASY

I want to be easy 
with you, and you too …. 
Easy with words …. 
Easy when chit chatting …. 
Easy in walks around the lake, 
with you, and you too …. 
Easy with the words 
and sandpaper feelings, 
the what of what  
you’re trying to tell me, 
especially when you’re hurting - 
and you feel there is no one  
to talk to, nobody who 
understands you - in this big - 
whole wide world. 


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

February  26, 2020




Thought   for  Today 

I find in my poetry and prose the rhythms and imagery of the best - I mean, when I'm at my best - of the good Southern black preachers. The lyricism of the spirituals and the directness of gospel songs and the mystery of blues are in my music or in my poetry and prose, or I missed everything.”

Maya Angelou

Tuesday, February 25, 2020


February 25, 2020





THE TONGUE

He sat there in the empty church 
that afternoon – looking at the red 
vigil lights – tongues of prayer – 
still burning from after Sunday Mass. 

The tongue – that instrument of love 
and hate – but mainly used for life’s 
daily chit chat - spoken in cars, bars, 
and on one billion cell phones each day. 

As the Bible’s Letter of James said 
a long, long  time ago, “How great     
a forest is set ablaze by a small fire.
And the tongue is burning fire.”

And the rabble-rouser cried,
“Burn down the whole town.”
And the crowd went wild and
burned the whole town down.

And the singer sang and moved ten
thousand youth – to wave their arms
in concert, and to buy her records,
with her many songs of love.

And she spent two hours on the phone
each day – with her boy friend.
And her mom spent two hours on
the phone each evening with her mom.

And God said, “Let there be words.”
And the  tongue of God spoke. And the
Word became flesh and Jesus and his
words made their dwelling amongst us.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020


February  25,  2020



Thought  for  Today

“The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.” 

Eldridge Cleaver

Monday, February 24, 2020

February  24,  2020

Reflection


ANCHORS

Most of the time we don’t see anchors. 
They are either under water or hiding 
behind the side of the upper deck. 

Yet there are anchors – those solid 
people  we hold onto tight in port and 
we know they are there in choppy seas. 

 © Andy Costello, Reflections 2020



February   24,   2020

Thought for today





That little man in black there, he says  women  can't have as much rights as men 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.”

Sojourner Truth