September 29, 2022

Reflections

SICKNESS

The only advantage of sickness is getting well.

What does that mean?

Well, when we are well, we're out of it, so we don't appreciate wellness till we are sick.

I've been feeling crummy for almost a week now. Ugh.

My voice went to 80%

My energy level is low.

I have not had a chance to do my hour on the treadmill - lest I start coughing big time. Then the cough gets worse - and I end up with a hacking persistent cough.

It's not aging. It's just a summer cough or allergies or a bug - or I don't know.

It's frustrating.

It's laziness coughing.

It's a downer.

It could be worse.

I don't have a fever.

I am able to work.

I  went to Washington D.C. yesterday and enjoyed it.

Yet,  I also did 2 funerals and 5 Masses in the last few day under the influence of a cough.

I'll try to remember this moment when I'm well.

Soon.

Hurry.

Please God.

Amen.

 September 29, 2022

Thought for Today

"The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author."

Roland Barthes,

The Death of the Author

 

JOB

 

The title of my thoughts for this short sermon is Job: The Book of Job.

 

Job: the Book of Job – our first reading for these few days in the 26^th Week of the Year.

 

Job has 42 chapters -  poetry and prose -  stories and speeches.

 

The Book of Job goes back into Jewish history – probably with roots in other early cultures. There is probably a few ancient versions, Then it was rewritten – changed - adapted, Then there was a more final version from around the 500 or 600.  Other scripture scholars have other comments.

 

It begins with Satan giving Job a test. Much of the book is loaded with questions - tests – the very tests all people – go through – especially sufferings.  Does God zap people? How come some people have more sufferings that other people?

 

Different characters give different answers – different reasons – different speeches.

 

God is questioned.  God is yelled at.  God is described.

 

The bottom line message seems to be that each of us is that we too are like Job and we have our trials – and our questions.

 

Two weeks ago on television, they had a 3 part documentary entitled: “The United States and the Holocaust”.  It was made by Ken Burns and to me it  was the book of Job in documentary form.

 

It had questions I hope there are answers for in eternity.

 

It told of the 6 million Jews killed in Germany in World War II.  I sat there and wondered once more about all the little kids who were killed – gassed – stabbed – murdered. Jews, the Handicapped, people who were gay, Some Catholics, priests, nuns – were murdered. I found myself saying some of the things I heard in Job. “Not fair – unfair.” Like Job, I was saying lots of words to bring to God and talk to God with. Amen.

 

 September 28, 2022

Thought for Today

"Curiously enough, one cannot read a book: one can only reread it.  A good reader, a major reader, an active and creative reader is a rereader."

Vladimir Nabokov,

Strong Opinions

 September 28,  2022

Reflection

PLAYING HURT

While watching a baseball game on TV,  one of the announcers said, "You never tell reporters you're hurt."

Someone else said, "Cal Ripkin had to have  played hurt many times - in order to have the record for consecutive games played."

I'm sitting here thinking about all this.

In the meanwhile I went to bed earlier than usual, because I could feel a sore throat coming on - and I had the 6:45 Mass in the morning.

I took some sore throat syrup around 3 AM.  It was dated. It had expired two years ago. I needed relief. I didn't want to sleep hurt. It was ugly stuff. I got gobs of stuff roaring in my throat and inner nose.

Ugh.

I woke up needing water at various times.

I got up at 6, showered, got moving.

Still not feeling my best.

Yet I was able to do the Mass and a sermon I pulled together last night.

I went out for a walk. That helped.

I prayed, I played, I hurt.

Another day in the major leagues.

 September 27,  2022

Reflection

CUTS AND SKIN

Cuts tell us we are human.

We bleed - red blood is our mighty Mississippi, our Hudson, our Nile, our Amazon, our Danube, our Mekong, our red rivers flowing through our body.

Cuts tell us that blood flows within.

Our skin is the largest organ in our body.  We can tap our toes and feel it.  We can wiggle our ears and feel them moving. Some can do that better than others.

We can scratch and pick and itch and pinch our skin.

Moles and lumps, splotches and pimples - pop up on our skin - in all sorts of places.

In the movie, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, the bride to her horror gets a zit on her face - on the morning of her wedding.

Surgeons cut our skin to get inside - or we hope they keep coming up with more non-invasive ways to get to our vitals - inside the packaging of our skin.

Cuts often happen without our being aware of them. We bump against something sharp. We bite a piece of loose skin on our lips or fingernails edge.

Jesus was nailed, beaten, crowned with thorns, and stuck with a spear,

Bleeding blood....

Jesus bled.

Jesus was cut.

And we know the experience, the metaphor, the hurt of being cut, speared, nailed, crowned with hurts from others - from others who want to cut us out of their will, their control, cut us out of their lives, etc.

Cuts tell us we're human.

September 27, 2022

Thought for Today

LISTEN  TO  THIS MUSIC

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath                        moves through - listen to this music.

I am the concert from the movement of every                    creature singing in myriad chords.

And every dancer, their foot I know and lift.                              And every brush and hand, well. that is me                              too, who caresses any canvas or cheek.

How did I become all these things, and beyond                          all things?

It was my destiny, as it is yours.  My poems are                  about out glorious journey.

We are a hole in a flute, a moment in space, that                     the Christ's body can move through and sway

all forms - in and exquisite dance - as the wind in                    a forest.

Hafiz

A Year With Hafiz

translator and adapter, Daniel Ladinsky

January 1st.