Thursday, July 16, 2020

July   16,  2020




IT  ALL  DEPENDS


We know the difference 
between  fresh bread and stale bread, 
a word of reconciliation and a word 
of hate or disgust, between swords 
and plowshares, between kindness 
and a kind of passive aggression that 
comes with a smile or a ploy, between 
assembly and asininities, between a 
good relationship, a good marriage 
and the cold putting up with each other 
for years because of the children. 
It’s our move. It’s our choice. It’s our 
making the difference. It can be love. 


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

July  16,  2020





Thought   for  Today  

“I have been driven many times to my knees by  the  overpowering conviction that I had no place else to go.”   

Abraham Lincoln


FOOTPRINTS  OR  FINGERPRINTS

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is “Footprints or Fingerprints.”

Some time back there I had the job of novice master – 1984 to 1993 – 9 classes. At the end of the year I would hand out 30 questions – one of which was, “Looking at your life, a sermon you remember.”

I never made anyone's list. 

However, several times someone would mention a sermon by a classmate that was very short: “God is love. That’s all you need to know.”  

It was only 9 words.  

Is there a message there?

SAINT BONAVENTURE

Somewhere along the line I heard someone give a sermon about Saint Bonaventure. Today is his feast day.  The preacher said that Bonaventure liked to talk about God’s footprints or fingerprints. God’s fingerprints are on everything.

I forgot who gave that – but I never forgot the message.

Bonaventure’s word was “vestigia” – meaning traces – marks – indicators – footprints – fingerprints.

He loved to say God’s fingerprints are everywhere on creation.

His footprints are in the garden.

Then Bonaventure added: “When you spot them, realize they are a ladder. Climb that ladder and you’ll meet and find God. Embrace that God who is utterly desirable.”

Every July 15th I remember this. I also remember this  when when I hear the name St. Bonaventure mentioned – as well as when I see footprints or fingerprints.

LOOKING AT YOUR PROGRAM

Looking at your handout  program for today: The Vision Still Has Time # 3,  I see the message about seeing Christ in the soil, in the earth, in the souls, in the bellies of those around us.

Christ is the pearl, the treasure that everyone is seeking.

We’re all pilgrims.

Dig, find, proclaim, show and tell – especially to those hurting, wounded and those with tears – those needing a field hospital in our midst.

THREE FOOTPRINTS – THREE FINGERPRINTS

Looking at Bonaventure’s message about tracing the vestigial – the footprints and fingerprints - all around us,  I want to ask three questions.

FIRST: GOD’S FOOTPRINTS

Looking at our life – where have we seen God’s fingerprints or footprints.

Be specific.

When I’m in Manhattan and I drop into St. Patrick’s Cathedral – I walk up the avenue about a block or so and drop into St. Thomas’ Episcopal Church. I meet God there – Christ there. I walk up the few front steps. I open up the big heavy doors.  I walk into that quiet, dark church – and take a seat off to the side in the back. It's one of my sacred places.

What are yours?   Be specific.

SECOND: OTHER’S FOOTPRINTS

We’ve all had a Robinson Crusoe moment – when we spot another’s footprint – another who had a great impact on our life.

Robinson Crusoe spotted Friday’s footprint. There is another person on this island besides me – on this planet besides me.

A retreat is a good time to name those persons for us.

At a preaching workshop here at San Alfonso, someone asked us to name those who influenced our preaching.

As I listened to others I began to name Bill Jamison and Charlie Wilkinson and Sal Umana.

During this time of Pandemic I have found myself catching up on my reading. I read at two volume book by Robert Emmet about Robert Emmet and it got me in touch with my Irish footprints and fingerprints. The book was dated 1903.

Next I picked up a tiny print – 746 word book, Wherever Green Is Worn. It’s The Story of the Irish Diaspora.  The author Tim Pat Coogan takes  a reader all around the world. I’m  on page 487 now. I just arrived in New Zealand.

On page 250 I read about someone I never heard of – but I said to myself “The Marists are coming here soon for retreat and maybe I’ll be asked to do a homily.”

Well, it happened .... Hi.

This is what I spotted: 

Quote: “I can’t leave Scotland without touching upon the great symbol of the Irish presence in Scotland – and of Orange and Green divisions through its clashes with Glasgow Rangers – Glasgow Celtic Football Club. The club owes both the inspiration for its founding and its name to an Irish Marist, Brother Walfrid from Sligo, who announced the formation of ‘The Celtic Football and Athletic Club’ on 6 November 1887.  The reasons behind the club’s formation were explained by Brother Walfrid and a Committee of fellow Catholics in a circular issued the following January:

“The main object of the club is to supply the East End conferences of the St. Vincent de Paul Society with funds for the maintenance of the ‘Dinner Tables’ of our needy children in the missions of St. Mary’s, St. Michael’s and Sacred Heart.   Many cases of sheer poverty are left unaided through lack of means.  It is therefore with this object that we have set afloat the ‘Celtic’.

The author, of the book I’m reading, concludes, “Brother Walfrid and his collaborators would have been thunderstruck if they could  have looked into the future to see how the good ship Celtic altered course from those early charitable objectives to achieve a commercial reputation worth nearly L200 million at the time of writing – and a cultural reputation of being one of the two principal lightning rods of Scottish sectarianism, the other being the Protestant club, Glasgow Rangers. The teams' legendary encounters, known as the Old Firm games,  diffuse and distill all the ancient rancours of the Orange and Green traditions."

That's a long quote - dangerous to do in a homily - but I use it because you are Marist Brothers and Brother Walfrid would give credit to your fingerprint and footprint on the planet.

THIRD: OUR FOOTPRINTS AND FINGERPRINTS

That leads to ourselves.  It’s good to hope and it’s good to believe that our lives touch and have touched the lives of so many.

We have hands and we have feet and we’ve been in many places.

Take some time and take a look at where you've been and what you've done.

Praise the Lord. Thank you Lord.


            



Wednesday, July 15, 2020

July  15,  2020


BANG  THE  DRUMS  SLOWLY!


Sometimes the only sound in our soul
is drums – the slow banging of the drums.

That’s one of the sounds that we can’t put
into words: like the bugle and the bagpipes.

A significant one has died. A horror has happened.
All we can do is march with one another into the next.




© Andy Costello,  Reflections 2020



July   15,  2020




Thought  for  Today

"Take a little time for fun - for even on a dark day  we can find time for an hour of pleasure."
Saint Bonaventure

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

July  14,  2020


SHEBANG!

I don’t know what's the hope
of every person. Is it to be holy?

To be happy, yes, but to be
holy, I my doubts about that.

Even to be a success, not so
sure about that one as well.

So what do we really want
down deep in our belly?

A good meal – hot in winter and
mashed potatoes – with good gravy.

Laughter, seeing cousins playing,
and seeing a drinker not drunk.

A wedding, a baptism, Thanksgiving
afternoon and Christmas morning.

Caring for a sick dad or dropping
into seeing a senile single old aunt.

The first day of vacation, a graduation,
fishing, playing miniature golf, the ocean ….

Popcorn at a good movie, a hot dog at
a picnic, ice cream on a summer’s night.

Come to think about it, maybe we all want
to be holy, whole, enjoying the whole shebang.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020


July  14,  2020

 



Thought  for  Today

“It’s  Not  What You Say, It’s What People  Hear.”

Subtitle  to  the  book: 
Words  That  Work
Frank Luntz says  
 his subtitle is 
 the single  
most important line
 he ever wrote.