Sunday, April 13, 2008

VOICES?
DOES ANYONE HEAR YOU?

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Voices? Does Anyone Hear You?”

I read today’s readings, said a few prayers and did a little wondering: my usual way of preparing for a homily.

What do the readings say? What do people need? What’s going on?

All three readings talk about sheep and shepherds – and today is called, “Good Shepherd Sunday.”

We’re supposed to push vocations this weekend – at the Masses.

Is there anyone here interested in being a shepherd? Would you ask your son or daughter if they have ever given any thought about being a Sister or a Brother or a Priest? It would mean giving one’s life for others – like parents and teachers and so many others do – but in this case not being married – not having kids?

We might have heard last week on the news about the Navy Seal – Michael Monsoor, 25, from Garden Grove, California. His mom and dad – received the Medal of Honor for their son from the president of the United States. President Bush – everyone - was crying. Michael Monsoor was on a roof in Ramadi – west of Baghdad. He was hit by a grenade that came out of nowhere. It bounced off him to the ground. The reports said he could have escaped. He had a moment to make a decision. He fell on that grenade and saved the lives of 2 other Seals and some Iraqi troops who were on a mission together. They could not have escaped.

Would any one of us do that? Was that question tossed like a grenade to some kids in a religion class years and years ago and this young man heard the question?

Did he hear in class or church the words, “Greater love than this no one has, that he lay down his life for his friends.” Did he hear someone voice those words of Jesus and they came back to him that moment? (Cf. John 15:13.)

Was it part of his training – and he heard the message?

Does anyone hear what others say?

I read the readings again. This second time I noticed the word “voice” in both the first reading and the gospel. In the first reading Peter stood up, raised his voice, and proclaimed Jesus. And in today’s gospel, Jesus talks about the sheep knowing the shepherd’s voice.

With that I began thinking about voices.

Do we hear the Shepherd’s voice? Do we know the Shepherd’s voice?

You know how we get a phone call and we immediately know who the person is without even looking at the number if it’s on the phone – or we hear the voice and we say, “I know this voice.”

Do we know Jesus’ voice and does he know our voice?

I began thinking along those lines.

Voices – listening – hearing.

POPE BENEDICT

Then while checking out the story about Michael Monsoor, I noticed on the Internet last night – quite by chance – a headline – something about Pope Benedict coming to the United States. It was a series of interviews with the headline: “In 5 cities, Roman Catholics were recently asked about what they would like to hear from Pope Benedict XVI during his visit to the United States.”

It was done by The New York Times and the different people interviewed have their picture there – their age – and where they live: Chicago, Tucson, Boston, Washington DC, Daly City, California.

The folks they interviewed were from across the board – age, ethnic background, male, female, this, that – but all Catholics.

The New York Times listened to the voices of all these people – taped them. They took the time to give a whole range of thoughts and opinions, suggestions and hopes to anyone who wants to listen to them.

If you want to listen to them, type in Google, “Catholic Voices, Catholic Views – The New York Times, April 13, 2008.” I don’t know how to connect this to my blog – where I put my Sunday sermons each week – but this should lead you to their site. [To get into my blog, just go to the St. Mary’s Annapolis web site and go from there. ]

Listen to what folks are saying. Hear their voices.

As I listened to them, I began to think, “What are the hopes and needs of the people here in this parish and this area?”

Does anyone hear your voice?

Does anyone hear the voices of those who are Catholic and don’t come to Mass any more?

If you were interviewed, what would you say? What issues hit you? What would you want the Pope to address while he is here this week in the United States? In Washington? At the United Nations?

I jotted down 10 pages of comments by these folks in The New York Times interviews.

Folks would like the pope to address the War. Young people. The priest abuse horror. Immigrants. The timelessness of Catholicism. Change. Don’t change. Not cutting out those who are gay. The importance of tradition. Latin. Joy. Hope. Peace. Jesus.

They talked about our churches being welcoming churches – filled with hospitality. Women priests. Married priests. Helping the homeless. Human rights. Closing churches. Lapsed Catholics. Being more inclusive. Reinforcing faith. Gangs. Violence. Catholic schools. Money. The environment. Thinking globally.

Some compared Benedict with John Paul II – and their differences.

I WONDER WHAT HE’LL SAY

I wonder what the Pope will say. Does he sit down and ask for opinions and suggestions? What voices does he listen to? Does anyone listen to him? I don’t mean public speeches or writings or pronouncements. I mean gut stuff. Who listens to him? Whom does he listen to?

I wonder what would it be like for him to come over here to the United States or any country and just listen: no speeches – no pronouncements – just listen to us – just listen to the voices of our world.

Does anyone do that? Did Jesus do that?

LISTENING TO ONESELF

To be practical, I think the first step is to listen to oneself. What are my voices? Joys? Sorrows? Complaints? Concerns? Hopes? Fears? Needs? Struggles? What do I want from life? From my Church?

I remember hearing a nun, Sister Maureen McCann, a Mercy Sister from Dallas, Pennsylvania, once talk about the importance of listening to oneself. She said we’re like a radio – with all these stations. She said pick one station. Get it exact. Then turn up the volume. Listen carefully to what you are talking about inside your radio studio today – right now.

Maybe some of you are saying, “Shut up already. You’re repeating yourself. All you priests are repeating yourself.” Maybe some of you are saying, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Maybe some of you are talking to yourself about your mom who is in a nursing home – and you feel guilty – you’re so far away – and your sister is stuck with all the caring and the visiting. Maybe you’re talking to yourself about one of your kids. You’re worried about her. Whatever it is, jot it down. Clarify it. Face the music. Listen to yourself.

TALKING AND LISTENING TO EACH OTHER

Next articulate your inner voices with the key people in your life.

After breaking the ice, listen to those whom you should be talking and listening to. Hear their voices – what they are joyful and sorrowful about. Listen!


Here’s a poem by Vickie Erikson. I noticed it in a magazine in the 1970’s – and I’ve read it over and over and over again – because it reminds as priest to shut up and listen to others. I don't know if it has a title or if this is just an excerpt.

Sacrificed on the altar of human unconcern,
lie many spoken words
and fragments of the mind.
So loud the world, so soft am I,
small are the impressions
made in this vastness.

Yet,
How wonderful these people,

To be unknown, and know so many,
only so much to give – yet so
much is untaken.

Who shall see my tears
in the pouring rain?
Who shall hear my sigh
in the thunder?

CONCLUSION


Back to the gospel for today. Talk to and listen to Jesus. He says very powerfully, “I am the gate.” Picture a sheep pen. Picture the Gate. Picture the Shepherd. See Jesus as Gate. See Jesus as your shepherd – who is leading you through life. Make today’s Psalm – Psalm 23 – "The Lord is My Shepherd"- your psalm – because you know his voice. He’ll lead you to green pastures. He’ll lead to restful waters. He’ll guide you through dark valleys. He spreads this table before you every Sunday – and he’ll help your legacy to be: “Only goodness and kindness will follow you all the days of your life.” Amen.

Friday, April 11, 2008

VOCATION SUNDAY

This Sunday - the 4th Sunday of Easter - we’re to promote, “Vocations!”

To prepare for this Sunday, last week I pushed vocations for religious life as a Sister or a Nun. I put in this blog a couple of short pieces on “Sisters” etc.

This week I’m putting in a few pieces about the priesthood – especially the Redemptorists.

In other weeks I’ll push the vocation of marriage, writer, Peace Corps, teacher, public service, etc. etc. etc.

This week think priesthood.

There is a shortage of priests in many dioceses.

Think giving one’s life as a priest!

And while you’re at it, think Redemptorist. We’re mostly priests, but we have brothers as well. We have 5,500 members and we're in 77 countries around the world. Check our websites.

Here in the United States, if you’re smart, quick, good looking, talented, brilliant, a good athlete, love God, want to serve, want to live in community, are male, are willing to serve in the Caribbean, in the Southeast or the Northeast of the United States, as a priest or a brother, please contact our Redemptorist web site: The Redemptorists of the Baltimore Province.

If you live in the mid-west or western part of the United States check out The Redemptorists - Denver Province website. You don’t have to be as sharp and as good looking as the Redemptorists of the Baltimore Province to join them.

Just kidding. And that’s another quality: you have to have a sense of humor.

To be human - is to have a sense of humor. It's part of humility and honesty, etc. You need to be able to laugh at yourself and life - and religion - everything.

To be human - to be normal, is to want to be married to a wonderful spouse, to have a family, to see your grandkids.

To be crazy - is to choose celibacy.

Jesus didn't say it that way, but check out Matthew 19:12. Woooo!

And I’ve often said rather bluntly, “If you can hack celibacy, this is a great way to do life.”

I joined the Redemptorists because we live and work as a Community.

I joined the Redemptorists to become a priest and serve in Brazil. Never got assigned there. Others thought otherwise. Instead, my first assignment was to be a parish priest at Most Holy Redeemer Parish. It was in the East Village on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, N.Y. during the Hippie Revolution (1967-1969).

Besides our vows of poverty and chastity, we have a vow of obedience. You can state your preferences, but doing the mission of our Congregation in the world is primary – so that’s one more way to die to self.


It’s a long formation process – and in time – folks know and you know what you’re good at – where you have to be challenged – and the variety of ministry assignments in so many different places is a great plus.



Today there is a lot more personal input in assignments than when I took my first vows in 1960 at the age of 20.


It’s been a great trip so far: parish priest, retreat house work, road preaching, teaching and training future Redemptorists, and right now parish priest again. I’ve been stationed in Pennsylvania, New York, Washington DC, New Jersey, Wisconsin, Ohio, and Maryland, so far.

It's been a great life. I have met so many people and families that I feel part of - and gradually learned why a priest is called "Father!" (Cf. Mark 10:28-30; Matthew 19:10 to 20:28; Luke 18: 28-30).

More!


Andy Costello, CSSR
April 11, 2008
A REDEMPTORIST


A Redemptorist,
still deciding to proclaim
with his life, “Jesus still walks the beach
and calls people to, ‘Come follow me!’”

A Redemptorist,
still deciding to proclaim
with his life, “I am a member
of every family. I am your brother.”

A Redemptorist,
still deciding to proclaim
with his life, “God is! God listens!
I am here as one who listens.”

A Redemptorist,
still deciding to proclaim
with his life, “All of us down deep
are hungry and thirsty for Copious Redemption”

A Redemptorist,
still deciding to proclaim
with his life, “God is daily bread
and a banquet, here and hereafter. Amen!”


© Andy Costello,
Reflections, 2008
THE DEATH OF A PRIEST

Weary, weak, worn out, tired.
He lived a good long life….
Lots of words spoken,
lots of sins buried within him,
lots of people helped,
lots of people visited,
lots of Christ moments....
It was his turn to die.
Phone calls to distant cities,
telling people he died.
Tears and prayers
from friends who leaned on him.
It was a celebration,
because even though he
didn’t have kids,
he was a father.*


* Matthew 23:9
© Andy Costello,
Reflections, 2008
PRIESTS’ PRAYER

Lord,
we stand so often
at your altar praying
for others:
for the sick and the suffering,
for those about to begin a marriage,
for those about to buried in the grave.

Yet, Lord,
when do we really stop
to pray for each other,
for all our brother priests
all around the world?

So Lord,
in this moment of prayer,
in this moment of quiet peace,
we pray for all your priests:
the young, the old
and all those in between.

We pray for those
who feel the burden
of expectations that are too high
or morale that is too low.
We pray that all priests will be
what our titles call us to be:
preacher, prophet, man of prayer,
bridge, father, a servant
who dares to care.
Amen. Come Lord Jesus!


© Andy Costello,
Reflections, 2008
VOCATION PRAYER

Christ,
carpenter, fisherman, farmer,
carve me, catch me, plant me,
so I can also be:
carpenter, fisherman, planter.
Amen!



© Andy Costello,
Reflections, 2008,
Painting by Rembrandt
(1606-1669)

PRIESTS

Priests: Bringers of the New Bread,
waiters announcing, "This is your table!"
Knowing that water can become wine,
and wine can become blood,
blood poured out in giving one’s life for the sheep.
Tired too many times,
trying to find lost sleep....
Hearing knocking,
reluctantly going down to open up a door
for those asking, seeking,
knocking in their dark night,
wanting bread - wanting money - wanting more.
A sinner eating with sinners.
Priests: Bringers of the full basket of forgiveness.
Washers of other's feet -- often not willing
to allow Jesus to wash our feet.
“If he only knew ....”
Countless hours
sitting in a rectory office trying to listen,
trying to break Emmaus type words,
like bread for those
wanting to walk away from it all.
Aging Fathers wanting Prodigal Sons,
and Older Brothers, to sit together
at the family table and enjoy the banquet of life.
Women coming to the tomb,
expecting emptiness, only to experience
the Morning Risen Christ.
Priests: Warners about the hungry,
about Lazarus at our gate.
Priests: Giving up at times,
wanting to go back to fish for fish -
for something we can really see,
till the Risen Jesus appears
and calls us once again
to feed his sheep, to feed his lambs,
and to answer his question three times,
seventy times seven times, all our lives,
“Do you love me more?

© Andy Costello,
Reflections, 2008

Picture on top:
Father Alec  Reid
1931-2013
Ordained September 22, 1957
Picture of Father Alec ministering
to a solder shot in the shootings
in Northern Ireland