May 4, 2020
Thought
for Today
“Lloyd George once remarked that negotiating with De
Valera was like picking up mercury with a fork. De Valera replied, ‘Why doesn’t he try a spoon?’”
Bernard
Baruch,
The
Public Years
Monday, May 4, 2020
Sunday, May 3, 2020
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Watch and listen to this interview of Sidney Poitier. He was born February 20, 1927 and is still alive.
Watch and listen to this interview of Sidney Poitier. He was born February 20, 1927 and is still alive.
May 3, 2020
GO FIGURE!
TWO FIGURES FOR GOD AND PRIEST
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily is, “Go Figure! Two Figures for God and Priest.”
TODAY’S READINGS
In today’s readings I noticed the image and metaphor of
sheep and shepherd – in the gospel –in the second reading – and in the Psalm
and Psalm response.
In today’s gospel from John I noticed this sentence:
“Although Jesus used this figure of speech, the Pharisees did not realize what
he was trying to tell them.”
To me - life is about a lot of “Go figuring”.
To me - life is about transfiguration.
To me - life is about discovering who and what our models
are – as we try to figure out life.
To me - life is thinking about what the key models and
metaphors of life are – or ones that grab me and make sense to me.
We are made in image and likeness of God.
Now that’s difficult, so we figure that out with metaphors
and images.
TOM BARRETT STORY – BECOMING A PRIEST
While working with Tom Barrett he once told the story of
why we became a priest.
He was at the OLPH novena at OLPH, Brooklyn – on a
Wednesday – as an altar boy – and while watching one of the Redemptorists
preaching and doing the Novena – he said, “I was following the priest and I
said to myself, ‘I like what he was doing.’
Next I said, ‘I would like to do that.’
Next I said, ‘I could do that.’
Lastly I said, ‘I am going to do that.’”
His story went something like that.
It triggered in me a series of questions. I too was an altar boy at OLPH. Where and
when and why did the idea of becoming a priest someday hit me? Why did I join the vocation club? That meant meeting and studying Latin with
Mr. Paul Peters – using Schultz’s grammar. Was it seeing Fathers Rudy Egan and Phil Cabasino and other
Redemptorists?
Were they a model on how to do life?
METAPHORS
Yesterday, when working on this homily, when it came to the metaphors and images I
was thinking of – on figuring out what a priest does – the image of priest as
leaving the United States to become a Redemptorist Missionary was significant.
Tom had seen Redemptorists preaching in our parish. I had seen Redemptorist priests
coming into our classroom and telling us about their life in the jungles of
Brazil. That hit me – especially when I
saw a Redemptorist Missionary Vocation brochure. It showed a Redemptorist on a horse. How
about that? Wouldn’t that impact a lot of kids?
I also liked the metaphor of a priest as missionary from The
Field Afar, the Maryknoll magazine.
In the novitiate I read Thunder in the Distance,
the life of Pere Lebbe, the Belgian Vincentian 3 times. He worked as a
missionary in China. I read it again in
Esopus, in our Major Seminary days. It certainly gave me a model and a metaphor
for being a priest.
As I said, “Life is a go figure experience.”
At Esopus – the place of our major seminary - two models
for God hit me.
The first was God
as Good Shepherd. Today’s gospel and today’s Psalm triggered that image for me.
But at Esopus the image of God and Christ as the Good Shepherd didn’t come as
words. It was on the tabernacle door: the Good Shepherd.
That hit me. To me it was the most
central image in that chapel. Being
there for 14 years of my life – 6 years as a seminarian [1960-1966] and 8 years
as a novice master [1985-1993], I saw many contenders for central image in that
chapel.
For many it was the worn step at the OLPH shrine – where
thousands of future Redemptorists knelt to say a prayer.
For many it was the big mural painting over the chapel
door – which would only be seen on the way out.
It featured Christ standing there and sending his disciples out into the
whole world.
For me it was Good Shepherd on the tabernacle door– as
model and metaphor for who and what God is.
The second metaphor and model for Christ, for God,
was reservoir. It was not a painting or
an image – but more an inner image of a big reservoir.
It hit me at Esopus that
the priest was not only a shepherd – Luke 15 becoming the central
chapter and center of Luke and of Christ
- but also a reservoir – so the need to pray to get filled. The chapel, the library, the classroom were
filling me – the trickle of thought and figuring coming into me – slowly and
steadily – thoughts melting in me – thoughts becoming me.
I became clearer about the image of shepherd than the reservoir – my first time at Esopus –
but the reservoir image became me from 1960-66.
Years later, while at Lima, Ohio for 8 ½ years I saw actual
reservoirs. Denis Sweeney introduced me to 3 big reservoirs – but mainly one of
them – a mile around. They were perfect
for walking around them – on top of the big dirt walls that cupped the
water. The path on top was 10 yards wide
at least. Denis would run around it –
and I would walk it. He only beat me
once – in going around the top – 2 times to my one time.
In those many walks – there were lots of weeks – we were
not out on the road – June – Summer – July – August. I drank in the image of
the priest and God as a reservoir.
In my life, I had been by a Lake in Oconomowoc,
Wisconsin, hills in Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania,
the Hudson at Esopus, the ocean at West
End, the main two images were still God and the priest as Shepherd and
Reservoir.
One is going out – like the missionary and one is standing still like the reservoir.
I saw shepherds in Scala, Italy – where I was for a week.
They would come through the tiny town every afternoon. They were the ones whom
St. Alphonsus, our founder, met when he was down on the Amalfi Coast recovering
from an overwork breakdown. I also saw a
shepherd on the road from Jericho up to Jerusalem.
But I got to know shepherds first in my imagination.
That’s also true for reservoir.
TWO TALKS THAT DEVELOPED THESE TWO IMAGES A BIT DEEPER.
Looking back into my life, “go figuring my life,” yesterday, I thought of two talks in which I
heard speakers talk about these 2 models, metaphors and figures – not my way –
but in a way I tailored for my figuring life out.
One speaker underlined,
yellow marked, highlighted the 3 stories in Luke 15. The speaker said in the Good Shepherd story and
the Woman looking for the Lost coin story, God is on the move – searching and
finding. We do that as priest. In the 3rd story, that of the
prodigal son, God waits.
In the second talk, a nun in the Internovitiate Program
at Ossining, New York said there at 2 images in spirituality; the road and the rocking chair.
She said 90 + percent of spiritualities talk about the
road, the way, the path, the ladder, the climb, the steps. Less than 10 percent – especially in Western
Spiritualities, it’s the waiting, the sitting, the rocking chair on the porch.
But there they are: the priest as shepherd on the road looking for
lost sheep and the priest as listener, the wisdom figure, the preacher, the
story teller, sitting there as reservoir – giving cold glasses of cool water to
the thirsty.
I see a retreat house as a reservoir – I spent many years
of my life here at San Alfonso – and St. Alphonsus Retreat house in the Poconos
– Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania.
I see the Redemptorist Missionary as the shepherd –
hitting the road – in search of stray and lost sheep.
God is both shepherd and reservoir.
A priest is both shepherd and reservoir.
CONCLUSION
Go figure what this priest was talking about today.
May 3, 2020
WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN IS WRITTEN
Have you ever stopped to read a tattoo
on someone’s back at the beach?
Have you ever tried to read
what was on someone’s t-shirt?
How about words on a tombstone? Have
you ever stopped to read them a few times?
Did you ever notice that some people have
words from their dad still screaming at them?
Sorry! Sometimes Pilate has the power of
pen. Sometimes the other gets to say:
“Quod scripsi, scripsi.”
“What I want written
on the cross, I want written on the cross.”
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
Saturday, May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020
THE RUB
“Ay, there’s the rub …”
Sometimes it takes time
to figure out why the other
rubs us the wrong way.
They do at times and it’s not a dream.
They rub salt in our wounds.
They rub us the wrong thing.
They do the wrong thing - at
various times and in various ways.
They do and it’s a nightmare.
The bottom line is: they are difficult.
And like Hamlet, we don’t want
to be thinking “To be or not to be”,
but solution, solution, solution.
We have a problem here and sleep is not enough.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020
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