Sunday, October 12, 2008

WHAT’S ON YOUR CALENDAR?


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “What’s On Your Calendar?”

There is the here and the hereafter. I think I preach on the here a lot more than the hereafter. However, today’s readings – especially Matthew and Isaiah – challenge us to reflect not only upon the here, but also the hereafter, to reflect upon death and what happens after death – a theme that comes up a bit more as we move more and more to the end of the church year.

The title of my homily is, “What’s On Your Calendar?”

Show me your calendar, your schedule maker, your Blackberry, and I’ll tell you who you are?

I am my schedule.

I am my relationships.

I am how and where, whom and what I spend the time of my life with.

What does your life, your use of time, look like?

What’s on your calendar?

MY CALENDAR

Years ago someone gave me one of those electronic schedule organizers – and I used it for a while – but I also stayed with my small paper calendar schedule book. After a while, the electronic gadget went into my bottom drawer – because I found ballpoint pen and small calendar quicker and more practical.

What does your calendar look like? How have you scheduled your life and your appointments down through the years? Kitchen calendar – electronic catch all – appointment book – what have you?

Yesterday when I was preparing this homily I checked out all my old appointment books. They too were in my bottom drawer. I counted 26 of those little calendars – from 1977 – 2002 - that Hallmark used to put out. They were free and I’d start looking for them every November – along with where to get a flu shot. Hallmark made them larger somewhere along the line, so I sliced and diced them a bit so they could fit in my wallet.

Then after I was stationed here in Annapolis, there were many more appointments, so I switched to a larger appointment book – one that could fit in my pocket – vinyl covered – 7 inches by 4 inches – that cost about 8 dollars at Office Depot or Staples. I have all of those from 2003 till this year – and I already have the one for 2009 – with appointments going into it.

I get very nervous when I misplace my current year’s appointment calendar – because this valuable little book has so much important information in it. And stupid, stupid, stupid, I know the rule for computers, I don’t back up. Many prayers in these past 31 years have been said to St. Anthony when I couldn’t locate the current calendar – but I would always find it.

I can look at these small – rather beaten up – appointment books and see where I’ve been, what I’ve done since 1979. I wish I had been smarter and kept a record of my life since my ordination in 1965 – and well before that.

Anyway. I have written here in my sermon, “Get to a message quickly, or get out of the pulpit – people have appointments to keep" – and to quote Robert Frost, “miles to go before they sleep.” – unless you prefer to do that right now.

INVITATION

Today’s readings continue a key theme from the Gospel of Matthew – the theme of invitation.

We get invitations, phone calls, requests each day for getting together with others. We get wedding invitations – game invitations, invitations to attend meetings – this and that invitations.
What’s on your calendar?

Obviously, being here, Sunday Mass is on your schedule. Obviously, being here is proof you want God in the time of your life.

What we say “Yes” to and what we say “No” to in the calendar of our life tells us a lot about who we are to ourselves.

How do you see life? A burden or a banquet?

Then there are the unscheduled – the moments we didn’t have in our schedule: the accidents, the deaths, the surprises – those phone calls – sometimes in the night – that came and we had to rearrange our schedules.

Some things we can control; some things we can’t control.

This is what makes life so fascinating and so frustrating. The plot thickens. We come around a corner and there is a traffic jam that messes up our schedules and sometimes changes our life.

Life is filled with the planned and the unplanned.

Life is filled with serendipity and sorrow.

Life: a chance meeting at an airport or a bar or church or a game or what have you – and two years later we are married.

How many people are changing their schedules as a result of the economic crisis we’re going through right now?

How many people have said in the last two weeks, “I guess I’m not retiring at 65?”

I hope everyone noticed how today's second reading from Philippians is rather relevant for today. Hopefully, we learn to live with abundance as well as need - to enjoy when we're well fed, but also we learn to deal with life when we are going hungry.

Life is both.

Life is not a straight line.

Death is a flat line.

After death will be the surprise!

A bunch of years back my nephew who works on Wall Street was out of work for about a year and a half. He dropped on many desks his resume – no luck. But at a party an old buddy said, “Where are you working now Gerard?”

“I’m out of work!”

“Oh, here’s my card. Come in and see me on Monday morning.”

He’s been at that place the last bunch of years. I called him on Thursday evening around 7:45 and woke him up. He was exhausted with all the action of the last few weeks - but he’s making a living.

Life is the surprise invitations.

Life: some things can be planned; some things you can’t plan.

THE BANQUET OF ETERNITY

One of the great images of eternity is the banquet.

Death is on everyone’s calendar. We just don’t know the day nor the hour – nor the year.

Life after death is often described as a wedding banquet in both Jewish and Christian scriptures.

The Christian scriptures keep proclaiming Jesus is our Savior – the Way, the Truth and the Life. Our great hope is resurrection – because “Christ has died, Christ is Risen, Christ will come again.”

The Christian scriptures also say – our eternity depends on the here and now – whether we love God and neighbor – whether we help create heaven or hell for each other now. Matthew’s addition to today’s gospel story compared to the other gospels has the addition of the story of the man without the wedding garment. If you read Matthew – especially Matthew 25 and the story of General Judgment, presence is not enough. We need to be sheep not goats. We need to be aware and care for our neighbor – to hear the King say, “Come, you whom the Father has blessed, take your heritage the kingdom prepared for you since the foundation of the world” (Matthew 25:34).

The Christian scriptures also say – it’s a mystery.

THREE PRIESTS AT DEATH

Father Joseph Donders in a sermon for today’s gospel from Matthew * tells the story of a priest who was dying. He said he was standing at the deathbed of this very holy man. He said the priest gripped both hands with his blanket and the doctor said, “His heart.”

“But his friend whispered to me in the corner of the room: ‘Not his heart: Matthew twenty-two verse fourteen!’”

Matthew 22:14 is the closing sentence in today’s gospel. “Many are invited, but few are chosen.”

The priest was scared to death as he was dying.

A former priest standing right there in front of this pulpit was here for the wedding of his daughter. He told me, “I’m in my 70’s and I’m getting closer to death. I can’t wait to find out what it’s going to be like on the other side.”

Surprised, I said, “Not me. I’m not ready yet.”

I remember hearing a story about a priest who was dying. He was watching a Met game when another priest came to give him the Last Rites, etc. The dying priest said to the other priest, “Hurry up, the Mets are coming to bat.”

That surprised me. I hope it wouldn’t be me. The priest who was dying wasn’t a Redemptorist – nor was he from Brooklyn – but he was a Met fan. Poor fellow. That story, which I have never forgot, makes me wonder from time to time, “If I knew I was dying, what would I be like?”

Death is not on our calendar – but from time to time – we realize it’s going to happen on some day of our calendar.

Death – don’t we wonder how we’re going to handle it?

Death – don’t we wonder what is going to happen after it?

CONCLUSION: THE BANQUET ON THE MOUNTAIN

Today’s first reading from Isaiah, Chapter 25, gives a great vision of hope. It describes End Times as a gathering of all peoples on a mountain – and it will be a feast. There will be rich food and choice wines. And the veil that veils all people will be destroyed. The web that is woven over all nations will be destroyed. And then Isaiah says words we need to savor: “He will destroy death forever.”

What a powerful image!

What a great vision of hope!

All the veils, all the webs, all the walls that separate us, will all be torn down. Praise God.

God is for us – not against us. God wants to save us.

Then we heard these words from Isaiah, “Behold our God, to whom we looked to save us! This is the Lord for whom we looked; let us rejoice and be glad that he has saved us!”

I hope when I die someone standing there off to the side will see a smile on my face instead of a fear, and instead of saying, “Matthew 22:14”, that person will say, “Isaiah 25:9 & 10.”

* Joseph Donders, The Peace of Jesus, Reflections on the Gospels for the A-cycle, page 268

Saturday, October 11, 2008

WEDDING DAY


All through the years,
she was the younger sister,
background music,
quiet, unnoticed,
but it was at her sister’s wedding
that someone noticed her,
a few dances, a phone number,
and she came home a different daughter,
the only daughter,
now the noticed one….
And in time she too blossomed.
She dated. There were more dances
with the phone number,
while her sister was on her honeymoon,
while her sister settled into marriage,
and one of these days,
it will be her wedding day.
Life: blossoming, unfolding,
petals opening, but all of us
at different times. Interesting isn’t it?


© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008

THE LONGEST JOURNEY
IS THE JOURNEY WITHIN


INTRODUCTION

The longest journey is the journey within. We prefer to slip away and step elsewhere. We tend to keep the door to our soul locked. We hang a sign on the door, “Closed!” We don’t take the steps down to our inner room – to the bottom of our basement - to the bottom of our soul. (1) Instead of meeting ourselves down there, and eating with the Lord in there, (2) we spend our time looking at and judging others – judging their motives and thinking we know their souls. (3)

REALIZING WHO JESUS IS TAKES TIME

Jesus walked around for three years – but it took his disciples another 10, 20, 30 40, 50 years to grasp who he is. We know this because this is how it happens to us as well.

Okay, some people get Jesus faster than others.

We start our lives on the pages of Genesis. We are Adam and Eve – and we are some of the characters that follow. We have a history. We celebrate and kill prophets. We cry the complaints of the Psalms. Hopefully, we discover Wisdom and Wisdom figures in our lives.

Then in the fullness of time – we can become New Testament people. This happens when we realize Bethlehem is not just there – back then. It’s here – right here inside us – and i't right now. The down deep stable of our soul is just as stinky and ox and assy as Bethlehem’s was. Of course, we don’t get this or accept this. “Really? The one who can save us is born in me? Never.”

If and when we connect the gospel story of Jesus with our story, we've hearing the Good News. Bethlehem is a story on the pages of Luke and Mathew. It's Good News when it becomes a story in the pages of our life. That small, cold and crying Baby wants to be born in our inner Bethlehem.

Discipleship is turning the pages of the Gospels and entering into its scenes and interacting with Jesus who walks up and down our inner streets. It's asking the questions the followers and crowd ask. It's Jesus healing our demons and helping us to see and hear and speak. The stories are told so we can realize we are the lost sheep or coin or son or daughter – and the call is to come home to the Father – to forgive us our trespasses – and not be like the older brother when we can’t accept ourselves and eat the fatted calf with our mistake-making-self.

We are growing when we stop to help our brother and sister on the road. We are growing when we put in our two cents. We are growing when we give our few loaves of bread and are surprised with what happens next: love and goodness multiply.

We are growing when we know the Law is there to help us. We are growing even more when we shrink ego or die to self so we can squeeze through the eye of the needle and enter the Kingdom. We grow as we are challenged by do's more than don'ts. Jesus is there to liberate us for a life beyond worrying about sin - ours and our neighbors. It's a life in the kingdom – enjoying the birds of the air and the lilies of the field – enjoying spending time with Martha and Mary and their brother Lazarus or whatever our neighbor or friends’ names are. “Joy to the World” is our song.

We are growing when we have Jesus' eye - when we see folks at our doorsteps - on our streets - at work - at home - at school - at church - folks whom we never noticed before.

We are growing when we know down deep within us – our demons can return – and with a fury.

TODAY’S GOSPEL – 27 FRIDAY OT

This is what today’s gospel is about – this story of demons – a way the people of Jesus’ time understood the mystery of the human person. (4)

We have demons. We don't like to accept this inner reality - so we demonize others.

Paul and Augustine will come along and articulate the same message with their take on the psychology of human reality – with their take on evil – to be aware that sin can keep knocking at the door our inner down deep self . We can incarnate evil and then self destruct. Aren’t there days when we say, “I’m beside myself.” or “I’m not myself today.” or “This is not my better self.”?(5) Don't we want to be our best self?

Shakespeare showed us this same inner stuff on the stage – with his plays that hold the mirror up to human nature. (6)

Hawthorne and Melville told us this in their writings. (7)

CONCLUSION: KNOW YOURSELF
We see it every time we’re wanting everyone else to change but ourselves. We see this every time we blame, blame, blame – and make another whom we really don’t know the enemy.

In the meanwhile, go down those stairs and spend time in one's soul - in our inner room.

Be aware! Jesus keeps knocking on our door and it's a good move when we invite him inside. (8)

And beware! The last line in today's gospel has this mysterious warning: the demon down deep inside us wants company....


NOTES:

(1) Matthew 6: 5-6; 7: 1-5

(2) Matthew 9: 9-13; Luke 15: 2

(3) Luke 18: 9-14

(4) Luke 11: 15-26

(5) Confer Romans Chapters 6 to 9; Confessions of Augustine Book 8.

(6) Hamlet, III, ii, 25 “To hold, as ‘twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.” Yet as James says in 1:23-24, we take a quick look in the mirror at most.

(7) The Scarlet Letter, Ethan Brand, and “The Haunted Mind” in Twice-Told Tales, by Nathaniel Hawthorne and Moby Dick by Herman Melville.

(8) Revelation 3:20

Thursday, October 9, 2008


BUGGING ME

There was this fly who was bugging me.
I grabbed the fly swatter
and got him on a closed window
on my second attempt.
That was three days ago.
Today in a quiet moment
it hit me, “Not fair!
Why didn't I give him or her a chance for more time?
What’s their life span: 15 to 30 days?
I couldn’t tell if he was a she
or she was a he or how that works with flies
or how old it was."
Then further thoughts:
“Isn't it Jainism – that Indian religion -
that advocates this non-killing
and they have to have
a lot more flies flying around than here?”
Then further thoughts:
“How many people have I swatted
with my interruptions
and never let them finish their comment?
How many people have I hurt
and they are still feeling it
a lot more than 3 days later?"


© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008

Sunday, October 5, 2008




























I AM A VINEYARD


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is “I Am A Vineyard.”

A theme from today’s first reading and today’s gospel is, “We Are A Vineyard” and God’s call is that we produce good grapes – not sour grapes or wild grapes.

Describing people as a vineyard is an allegory – an old allegory – that appears from time to time in the Bible.

The Psalm Response between the first two readings says it loud and clear: “The vineyard of the Lord is the House of Israel.”

The author of Psalm 80 says what the first reading and the gospel are saying, “God sees us as a vineyard – and we are God’s vineyard.”

Are we producing good fruit?

The title of my homily is, “I Am A Vineyard” instead of “We Are A Vineyard” – which the readings would suggest.

In general, moving from the “we” to the “I” – from the whole group to the individual, is not something that the Bible does. It’s something we do since the Enlightenment. We see a greater stress on the “I” in modern psychology and spirituality.

A funny side comment: the Creed at Mass was changed to “We believe” from “Credo” – “I believe”. Now it’s going to move back to the “I believe” in the near future.

GOD VISITING US

If God said to us – and this is a theme we’ll be hearing with several readings at the end of the Gospel of Matthew, “Make an account of your stewardship!” what would we say? What would we show? If God came to check out our vineyard, what would it look like? He even allows us to get moving at the last hour. [Check the vineyard theme in the last two Sunday gospels.]

QUESTIONAIRE – PERSONALITY TEST

If a therapist or a counselor, a psychologist or psychiatrist, asked us to draw ourselves as something other than a person, most of us would not draw ourselves as a vineyard.

What would you draw yourself as?

How about the old song by Simon and Garfunkle us older folks might remember, “I Am a Rock." [1965-66] Would I draw or describe myself as a rock or an island?

How about the more recent song, "The Bug", by Mary Chapin Carpenter. “Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug. Sometimes you’re the Louisville Slugger, sometimes you're the ball.”

Would we draw ourselves as a glass half empty or half full or would we draw ourselves as a mug overflowing because our life is filled with blessings and we want to share a sip with everyone?

Family test: when the electricity goes out – and we have paper, magic markers, candles or flashlights, have everyone draw themselves as something other than a person.

Animals would be interesting – better: if I was a dog, what kind of dog would I be.

Birds: if I was a bird, what kind of bird would I be?

Family members could also draw the others and then tell the others why they picked what they picked.

Warning: like the porcupine be very careful.

I AM A VINEYARD

If I was a vineyard, what would I look like?

Well tended vines? Beautiful looking grapes? Nice neat rows? Small? Large?

Now if God walked through our vineyard, would God say or sing the same song that the Prophet Isaiah sings in today’s first reading?

A friend of mine created a vineyard on a fertile hillside – spaded it, cleared it of stones, planted the choicest of vines, built a watchtower to protect the property, got great wood to build a good wine press, and ugh, the grapes are horrible.

Wouldn’t the person who did all that work be disappointed big time? Maybe in anger they would destroy everything and let it become a place for grazing.

Jesus in the gospel sings the same song.

God keeps asking us to produce good fruit. If we don’t care, if each time he sends someone to challenge us, we reject them; if he sends his son, and we crucify him, wouldn’t God just destroy us?

Jesus tells this tough parable again for us today – to challenge us – to give us one more chance. God is a God who dreams, who hopes, not a God who wants to destroy.

I am called to be a vineyard? How am I doing? What does the inside of my life look like – inside the walls?

Don’t we all love to see cool, delicious, grapes? How can we walk by a dish or bowl of delicious grapes? Don’t we reach out and take a couple? Don’t they taste “Uuuummmm! Delicious!”?

I don’t drink wine – except at Mass – and I don’t like wine, so at Mass I just take a tiny sip. This allows me to be one of those folks who like to kid folks who like wine.

We’re at the restaurant – let’s make it an expensive restaurant – and the waiter asks the person next to us, “Would you like a taste of the wine you just inquired about?” The person says, “Yes!” A few moments later the waiter comes back with a brand new bottle. He opens it up at the table. He takes a clean glass and pours a tiny bit in. He hands it to the person at our table. He or she tastes it. Sometimes they even sniff it. I don’t know if one is supposed to do that, but I never know which fork to use at big meals. The person says, “Wonderful!” The waiter fills the glass. Next, when the waiter leaves, all of us non wine drinkers, bust that person – about being so “snooty” and “refined”. Or is this ritual busting done only by us fat cat priests?

I am a vineyard.I am called to be good fruit – delicious grapes.

I am called to be good wine – the best of wine – and served first.

Am I?

CONVERSION – CHALLENGE – CHANGE - CALL

The scriptures challenge us, call us, to conversion and change – growth and development.

Don’t we all love stories about someone taking an old or run down house or boat or yard, and restoring it?

I remember my first assignment as a priest on the Lower East Side of Manhattan – New York City. There was an empty lot on this other block I used go down from time to time. It was an ugly space where a building had been. It was all weeds, dirt, bed springs, tires, broken shopping carts, a few rusting washing machines and dryers, and lots of garbage, garbage, garbage, junk, junk, junk.

It was an eye sore.

A group from the block decided to clean it out on Saturdays. It took time, but they did it. They planted tomatoes, peppers, zucchini, flowers, a few benches, a few trees, and surprise, it became a place of peace and meditation – a garden in the middle of an inner city block.

When a human being decides to move from a disaster area to a garden of delights – peace flows – joy grows.

Today’s readings challenge us to be the vineyard God wants us to be. If we hear that call - then we need to work, sweat, dig, hoe, spade, prune. We also need rain and to be watered.

Surprise – we can change. I can change. I can be the person God is calling me to be – the vineyard that brings delight to others.

CONCLUSION

I am not sure just how to end this homily, so let me close this way.

I gave a short talk and then had a discussion this morning over in Marian Hall entitled: “How Different, Different People Can Be: Father Michael Mueller and Father Francis X. Seelos, Redemptorists.”

I contrasted these two Redemptorists who were stationed here at Annapolis. Both are both long dead. I wouldn’t dare use those I live with as examples.

The statue of Father Francis Xavier Seelos – or Blessed Seelos – is out there on a bench in our garden. Sit with him from time to time. He was a wonderful person. He is "delicious grapes". Today, October 5th, is his feast day.

Father Michael Mueller – I think it was pronounced “Miller” by some. There is a marble plaque in his honor in the vestibule of our church. After Mass check it out – along with the Blessed Seelos bench.

Mueller was the man who built this church. Construction began in April of 1858. He was pastor here between 1857 to 1862.

Seelos was a saint who was also pastor here for a short time – 1862-1863. Like Mueller, besides being pastor, he was also in charge of the students who studied here.

Mueller didn’t like Seelos. He thought he was too easy. He wrote letters to get him removed from being in charge of our students. Mueller was a complainer. He got him dismissed.

Mueller preferred the military model for a seminary; Seelos didn’t.

Seelos had long lines for confession – wherever he was stationed. I don’t know if Mueller did. I know that I would never go to confession to Mueller. He was rather rigid – rather strict – rather morose. Father Michael Curley entitled his life of Father Seelos “Cheerful Ascetic” – for he was known for his joy, laughter and love of jokes. Father Mueller is described by Curley for having a “lugubrious mood” (p. 222), having "a picayune mind worried by trifles" that saw "sinister motives in Seelos" (p. 216), “too set in his ways, too rigid in his ideas, too melancholy in personality and ignorant of the American character.” (p. 156).

Surprise! Mueller became famous as a writer. His books are still selling. He’s still a hero of some rather rigid Catholics. Type his name into the Google search box - and be in for surprises. For example I found his book on the web site of the followers of Archbishop Marcel Lefevre who broke off from the Catholic Church . Some of his group are now back to the Church. It seems to me that Pope Benedict has bent over backwards to bring them back – promising more Masses in Latin, etc. I’m also reading that some can irking some folks in the Vatican, because they won’t be satisfied till they get their way.

A person with a sense of humor would add, “Don’t we all? Don’t we all?"

However, I don’t want to get into this controversy. [Blogs can go that way - with lots of letters.] If I learned anything from reading Blessed Francis X. Seelos life, it's this: keep working in the vineyard while others keep writing their letters of complaint.

I’ve drifted a bit here and I used that word, “Conclusion” above – so I’m sure you’re saying, “Conclude!”

So my closing question: Are people born pessimists or optimists, tasty grapes or sour grapes – happy or sad – rigid or relaxed? Am I who I am by nature or nurture? Is the core me, the forever me?

Or can I change? Is Father Mueller laughing in heaven – when it seems he didn’t laugh enough on earth?

I have to believe as a Redemptorist that the Gospel message is change. Yes we have traits we’re born or stuck with, but with God’s help, we can also dig, hoe, spade, remove rocks, sweat – and become a great vineyard that produces great grapes and wine – not sour grapes or undesired wine.

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Pictures on top: F.X. Seelos is the oval picture - as well as the statue on the bench. Mueller is the rectangular picture. The plaque and the grave stone are self explanatory. The two pictures of grapes were recently taken in France by Ellen Griffin.

Michael Curley, The Cheerful Ascetic, The Redemptorists Seelos Center, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA, 2002


Michael Curley The Provincial Story, Redemptorists of the Baltimore Province, Copyright, 2003


Robert L. Worden, Saint Mary's Church in Annapolis, Maryland, A Sesquicentennial History, 1853-2003, Saint Mary's Parish, Annapolis, Maryland

Friday, October 3, 2008

THE GIFT OF WOOD

Backyards, front yards,
lumberyards ….
Wooden floors, ceiling beams,
decks and boardwalks ….
tables, chairs, picture frames,
desks, drawers and doors ….
I need to get to the woods
to see where all this wood
comes from – to say “Thank you”
for this eucharistic sacrifice,
to hear the trees say,
"This is my body…. this is my blood.
I’m giving my life to you.
Remember me. Remember that."
It was then I noticed a cross,
the sacred tree, the cut Christ,
on my wooden wall – the connection:
“This is my body…. this is my blood….
I'm giving my life to you. Remember me.
Remember that." Thank You.



© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008

Thursday, October 2, 2008

TRAFFIC SIGNS

Caught in traffic,
stuck behind a truck
on a spiral road,
late, behind schedule,
feeling my nerves
are doing the same thing,
that snarling,
that about to snap feeling,
antsy, agitated,
like being at a stupid meeting
or a dumb sermon,
of a “have to” meeting
on a “Back to School Night,”
trapped. I have to take
those STOP, YIELD,
SCENIC OVERVIEW
signs more seriously
otherwise I’m going to crash.


© Andy Costello,
  Reflections 2008