Sunday, June 10, 2012

THIS IS MY BODY, 
THIS IS MY BLOOD. AMEN!



INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “This Is My Body, This Is My Blood. Amen.”

Today is the feast of The Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ - with the old title sometimes placed with it: "Corpus Christi."

The obvious reality to be considered and preached about  today is the great act of faith we Catholics make at each Mass: the bread and the wine become the Body and Blood of Christ; and that we can receive this Body and Blood and become one in communion with Christ - and with each other. Obviously, this happens in a deep Mystery of Faith way - at Mass - and then as leave Mass and walk and work together in this journey of life. [1]

How this is possible is impossible to explain. We take it on faith. We sense it at times. People who drop out of our Church - sometimes try another faith or church experience. They might find better or different music, sermons, community, outreach, as well as well as what they sense is a better expression of Christianity at times -  but sometimes they come back because they miss communion at a Catholic Mass.

The catechisms and the theologians use different images and words to talk about how the bread and the wine become the Body and Blood of Christ - but down deep - it’s a call for a great act of ongoing  faith.

If someone has doubts, instead of pushing someone to read the catechism - I would stress reading the 6th Chapter of John’s gospel - because catechisms and words come and go - but the Gospel of John - will be one of the 4 key pillars of our Catholic Faith for the future as they have been for the past 1900 plus years.  [2]


Today after the 12:30 Mass there will be the Corpus Christi Procession at St. Mary’s. Priest and parishioners in procession will march out of church after Mass and proceed down Duke of Gloucester Street a bit - go in through the ugly tan brown wooden gates there - past the blue garbage bins - into the garden - and then proceed around the Carroll house past the Blessed Sacrament Chapel and back into the church. What will people in cars think  and wonder when they notice the pilgrims and then see the priest in heavy robes carrying the big golden monstrance with Christ the Bread of life inside the glass center?

And here in this parish we have lots of Masses and we have 24/7 adoration - and hopefully Christ nourishes all his people with his Body and Blood. So that’s one reality to think about today - on this feast of The Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ - Corpus Christi.

Where are we with Christ in our lives: center or periphery - or are we an empty monstrance or tabernacle or chalice of blessing at times?

TWO OTHER BODIES

The title of my homily is, “This Is My Body, This Is My Blood. Amen.”

We say “Amen” to Christ the Bread of Life and the Chalice of Blood when we come up to receive communion at Mass.

Yesterday as I was preparing this homily it hit me to look at two other bodies and blood - my body and blood and everybody else's body and blood.

FIRST: MY BODY

Can I say “Amen!” to my body?

This is my body for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do we part. Amen.

People who sit in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel or here in church or in St. Mary’s or in any Catholic Church, reflect upon the presence of the Body of Christ in the tabernacle or monstrance on the altar or in their own person after communion.

It struck me: can I say “Amen” to my body?

Newspapers - magazines - and news reports are featuring more and more the problem of obesity in the United States - now in China - and all around the world.

Food! Glorious food. Food and drink are part of our lives. Obviously.

What’s our take on food and drink?

What's my take on the human body?

What's our take on cosmetics, clothes, exercising, diets, diets, diets, mirrors, eating disorders, tummy tucks, the battle of the bulge, 6 packs, love handles, teenage male athletes taking steroids to look more muscular, teenage girls taking less and less and less and we have problems like bulimia and anorexia? It's on and on and on. It's stuff of articles in those magazines on the coffee or end tables in doctors’ waiting rooms.  I read recently that the Diet Industry is a 40 billion dollar per year business. I don’t remember if that was just the United States or the world.

Can I say “Amen!” to my body.  [Pointing to my body in the pulpit] "Body of Andrew. Amen." This is me.

Right now I have a tooth ache. It's a nasty - throbbing in my right jaw. It's from a root canal job from last  Wednesday. It triggered for me the question: "In pain, whom do we think about?" Answer:  "Self. Self. Self."

I have Diabetes #2. Thank God I didn’t get this till 8 years ago - because I loved Storm Brothers Ice Cream - as well as cakes and pies. Bummer. I only have to take 2 glucophage pills every day and watch my diet and exercise. To monitor my blood, every morning I jab the fingers on my left hand with a tiny needle. It gives me a little dab of blood. I put a strip into a meter - and then put the tip of that into my blood. It tells me what the blood sugar count is. At times I wish it didn’t indicate what it does, but I have to say, “This is my blood!”

So the first Body and Blood to reflect upon is my body and my blood. Can we say, “Amen” to ourselves?

ONE QUICK STORY

The best story I heard about body image and all  this is from a wonderful speaker from Florida, Pat Livingston.

In a talk I attended,  she said she was once at a pool party in Florida

She was just sitting there with a group of friends having a wonderful time. 

Across on the other side of the pool was a big, enormous lady laying on a big towel. She was laughing and laughing. She was having the time of her life. Pat said it looked like she had a good supply of  hot dogs and hamburgers and chips and what have you on paper or plastic plates next to her. She was in a bikini and a lot of her was hanging out - but she was laughing and obviously happy. 

Next came this thin, thin, thin, lady walking by. She was wearing a robe over her perfect body. 

Pat said if you had a measuring instrument, you could not find an ounce of fat on her perfect figure. 

She walked by Pat and her friends - and one said after she was out of ear range, “Watch this.”  

The lady had walked to the other end where the ladder going down into the pool was. She got on the ladder and as she was descending into the pool, off came the robe inch by inch. She had a full bathing suit on. 

She swam up and down the pool a bunch of times - and then ascended up the ladder out of the pool - slowly putting on her cover as she went up the steps.  Her face was quiet and serious the whole time. 

Then  afterwards Pat said as she thought about all this, she realized she rather be the big girl. Pat isn’t.

EVERYBODY ELSE

Next can we say, “Amen!” to everybody else?

We have not walked in everybody’s else’s flip flops or 500 dollar shoes or bathing suit - and as I like to add, “We haven’t walked in each others sins and moccasins”.   That tidbit is at the heart of my thinking as priest. I think it’s central to Jesus’ message, “Stop judging!” “Stop throwing rocks!”

We've all heard preachers when they get into this topic, quoting the famous line Gregory Peck as Atticus Finch tells Scout, in Harper Lee’s book, To Kill to Mocking Bird. The quote “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his [or her] point of view…until you climb in his [or her] skin and walk around in it.” 

Unfortunately, we don't. I know I don't. I just was making fun of the thin lady at the pool.  Instead we mock and kill birds of a different feather.

Can we say “Amen” to everybody else?  

This means people with different color skin than us - people with flabby upper arms or wrinkled or wrinkledless face, or people with missing teeth or an accent we don’t get - whether in the pulpit or on the phone.

Do we think the doctor or the brain surgeon with the 18 letter last name is not as good as the doctor who has a so called, “American” last name”?

When was the last time you went to Toronto or Vancouver or you were in the subway in New York City or London - and you looked around at the population. This is a technicolor world. This is everybody.

When was the last time you went to Rome and you were in St.  Peter’s Square for the Pope’s audience and you looked around and spotted the bodies of sisters and brothers in the Catholic Church. We’re every size, shape, age, color and slant of life. We’re losing some Church going Catholics folks in this country and we’re growing in Africa and Asia.

I am proud to be Catholic - especially when we practice the welcome  in its meaning. As you know “Kata” - the first part of the word "Catholic"  - is a  prefix which means “with.” We know the word “holos” means "whole". We are a world wide religion. I don’t hear it too often, but there were days when folks said that it was, “Latin” that united us. It’s our common language. I’m not going to go there. It can still be divisive. The language that unites us is  love. It’s welcoming. It’s a handshake and a sign of peace. It’s a smile - all of which can be understood in every language by  everybody everywhere. 

People ask us priests here at St. Mary’s, we’re in the Redemptorist Congregation, if we’re getting any vocations. We say, “Not that many in this country - but in Vietnam and South America and Africa and India and Korea, we’re growing."

CONCLUSION

The title of my homily is, "This Is My Body. This Is My Blood. Amen."

In this sermon I said, at every Mass we can go down the aisles here and receive the Body of Christ and the Chalice of the Blood of Christ. Our response is, “Amen." [3]

In this sermon I then added that during Mass there is one other body we can say “Amen” to: ourselves. 

And lastly, I said, then there are all those around us - whom we can give the sign of peace to - and pray with - and look in each other’s eye and say, “Amen” to. Then we can leave this church and be one with everybody during the week - and make this a better world - because we are the Body and Blood of Christ in this world. Amen. [4]


OOOOOOO

NOTES

[1]  Mysterium Fidei, the Mystery of Faith encyclical on the Eucharist by Pope Paul VI, September 1965.

[2] I would push my own book on the Mass, if .... It's 303 pages long. I sent it to three publishers - but each rejected it. If you are a publisher and if you are interested in reading a great book on the Mass, please contact me. Smile. Still waiting............

[3] It is the practice here in St. Mary's Parish to offer in communion both the bread and the cup - at all weekday Masses - and all Sunday Masses here at St. John Neumann. We don't do that on Sunday at St. Mary's because of lack of aisle space. 

[4] Read St. Paul's great learning from his conversion moment on the Road to Damascus. [Check Acts 9:1-22; Acts 22:3-16; Acts 26:2-18.] In his letter to the Corinthians he talks about the Lord's Supper and the division he experienced in the meals together.  [Cf. 1 Corinthians 11: 17-22.] However, when he talked about the Body of Christ, it wasn't a referring to the Bread of the Eucharist. When he talked about the Body of Christ, it was the community as a body - the Body of Christ - the 3rd Point in this long homily. [Cf. 1 Corinthians 12-31.] Mother Teresa put these 2 together very strongly in her spirituality. If you don't experience Christ in the Eucharist, you won't experience Christ in the body of the poor person you are visiting or feeding. If you don't experience Christ in the presence of the poor and the little dying baby, you won't experience Christ in the Eucharist.






BIBLE


June 10,  2012  Quote for Today

"The New Testament, and to a very large extent the Old, is the soul of man. You cannot criticize it. It criticizes you."

John Jay Chapman [1862-1933] in a Letter dated March 26, 1898

Questions:

What text in the Bible challenges you the most?

What does that say to you about you?

Saturday, June 9, 2012

RUN SILENT, 
RUN DEEP




June 9,  2012  Quote for Today

"The deepest rivers flow with the least noise."

Curt

The picture on top -  taken one evening  in 2008 -  is of the Foyle River in the city of Derry in Northern Ireland.

Questions:

Has it been your experience that the deepest persons are the quietest persons?

What is depth?

Is silence part of depth psychology and depth spirituality?

When was the last time you read Langston Hughes poem: Rivers


Friday, June 8, 2012

PAUSE  TO  SEE



June 8, 2012  Quote for Today

"Won't you come into the garden?
I would like my roses to see you."


Richard Brinsley Sheridan


Action Step: try to spot one flower each day till next November 8 - pause to study it - smell it - praise it - touch it - praise God for it..

Thursday, June 7, 2012

CENSORSHIP


June  7,  2012 Quote for Today

"After his retirement from the University of Chicago, Robert Maynard Hutchins was asked by an acquaintance if communism was still being taught at the university. 'Yes,' replied Hutchins, 'and cancer at the medical school.'"



page 295 in The Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes, Clifton Fadiman, General Editor


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

PERCEPTION




June 6,  2012  Quote for Today

"When you change 
the way you look at things,
the things you look at change."

Wayne Dyer

Oh!Oh!Oh!Oh!

Questions:

Have you ever been wrong?  Explain.

Have you ever thought someone was wrong and they were right and you were wrong? Explain.

Have you ever looked at someone for years and then you looked at them in a new way - as the above saying goes - and surprise - they looked different? Explain.

Has the following ever been true for you? There are 6 people in a marriage: the he, he thinks he is; the he, she thinks he is; the he, he really is; the she, she thinks she is; the she, he thinks she is; the she, she really is. Explain.

And then people change ..... So maybe there are 12 people in a marriage .................

Tuesday, June 5, 2012


AN ATTITUDE  OF GRATITUDE



I don’t know when or where I first heard the phrase, “an attitude of gratitude.” It was from somewhere, perhaps from someone on an audio cassette tape. Or maybe it was on a bumper sticker. Wherever, whenever, however, I don’t remember. Well, it was catchy and it caught me.

I look at my life and see all the gifts and graces that I have received: family, friends, health, fun, faith, and a whole photo album of great memories stored somewhere in the back room of my mind. I’ve been blessed and at times I say, “Thank you, God!”

Yet, I step back in this month that features Thanksgiving and I wonder: Do I have an attitude of gratitude? Do I take the time to really appreciate all the gifts that God and so many others have given me? I’m always rushing. And it seems to me that I’m must be missing so much in this rush of trying not to miss anything.

I think of Chesterton’s short poem, his short night prayer called, “Evening”:

          “Here dies another day
           during which I have had
           eyes, ears, hands,
           and the great world round me;
           and with tomorrow begins another.
           Why am I allowed two?”

Two? O my God, I’ll be 52 this month and that means I’ve had almost 19,000 days of life so far.

So my prayer this Thanksgiving will be: “Thank you, God.” And then I’ll add a prayer of sorrow: “Oh my God, I’m sorry for being so unconscious on so many days.”

When I step back now to think about it, so many days seem blank - a blur. They disappeared - without any memories and any proof that I was anywhere or I did anything of service for anyone that day.

So now I better add a further prayer, “Lord, I’m not ready to make an account of my stewardship. I need more time: time to wake up, time to shape up. So Lord, please give me more time. In fact, what I would really love to have is 20 more years of days.” (Cf. Luke 16:2; Luke 13:6-9.)

And then I laugh, because I know that if I make it till I’m  72 - the year will be 2011 - I’ll probably be asking once again for even more days of life.

WIGGLING MY TOES

I think of a 77 year old man I met somewhere in my travels. He taught me a great morning prayer, “I wake up. I just lay there for a moment and then I wiggle my toes. If they move, then I say, `Thank you, Lord, for one more day of life.’”

Isn’t that a great attitude? As I think back about him, I would certainly classify him as someone with an attitude of gratitude. Two years after I met him, his wife died. A year latter he married again. He is still living and still very much alive, wiggling his toes each morning and walking around each day, bringing joy to people that he meets. I would not mind having breakfast with him every morning. He seemed like the type of person who would be quite alive from the first moment of each new day.

ON BEING A MORNING PERSON

Yes, I like morning people. I am one myself. I get up every morning at 6:30 and have the luxury of being able to walk a half-mile to the Hudson River - all downhill. I walk to the water’s edge, bend down and put my hand in the water. It’s  quite a Holy Water font. I then make the sign of the cross and having learned from the old man who wiggles his toes each morning, I  too thank the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit for the gift of another day.

Then facing the east, I stretch out my arms and say out loud, “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit: as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.”

Then I climb back uphill and arrive home with a mile walk under my toes - and ready for a nice refreshing shower.

Isn’t that a great way of beginning a new day? However, once snow arrives, I have to change my pattern. Most winter mornings I stay indoors. Fortunately, I live in a big building with four sets of stairs and four floors. So I have come up with a neat routine of climbing one set of stairs to the fourth floor, walking the length of the building and going down another set of stairs to the basement, walking the length of the building and going up to the top again. I do that five times. Let me tell you, it’s much tougher than a walk to the river. And it has produced a different morning prayer - sometimes said with grunts. Naturally, I long for the spring and the great outdoors and a morning walk to the river.

How do you begin your day? Wiggle your toes? Cup of coffee? A long shower? A long walk? Running? Prayers? Exercises? Turning on the radio to get any late breaking news from around the world? Reading the paper?

Various people have told me that they pray best in the morning with a cup of coffee - sitting alone at the kitchen table with their bible or prayer book or sitting in a favorite chair near a window.

What’s your morning attitude? Is it an attitude of gratitude for the gift of one more day of life? How do you begin your day? Do you have a personal morning prayer? Be original. Be creative. Surprise yourself and surprise God with your own words, your own chant, your own gestures, your own recital of gratitude for the gift of a each brand new day of life.

AM NOT A MORNING PERSON

Or maybe you’re not a morning person. Maybe your best friend in the morning is a snooze alarm. 10 more minutes. Just give me 10 more minutes. And then it’s rush or crawl, but almost unconsciously, trying to get to where you got to get, but reluctantly, every morning.

Living in a community with 15 other people, I get a good chance to see all kinds of different personality types and how they react to the morning. Some avoid breakfast with others like the plague. I usually arrive with six of seven others after common morning prayers. I sense that some people see where we morning people sit and then they sit as far away as possible. Their face seems to be saying, “Oh my God, shut him up. Where is there a dark corner where I can sit and eat quietly?”

I used to be harsh in my judgment of people who claimed that they do not function till after 10:30 A.M.. Hopefully, I’m getting to be a kinder and gentler person in my old age.

Yet, I still think that “non-morning persons” are missing out on some of the best hours of the day. I go by the old sayings: “The morning hours have their hands filled with  gold.” “It’s the early bird that catches the worm.”

I think people who constantly burn their candle on both ends are crazy, but I too was young once. A young friend of mine, Mary Jo, used to go dancing every night. Every morning on her way to work she used to stop in for a cup of coffee in the place where I worked. After hearing her tales from the night before, usually getting home on weekday nights around 1:00 A.M., I’d say, “Mary Jo, how did you get out of the bed this morning?” And she would always answer, “Slowly.”

Thinking about it, I’m not really fair on “non-morning people”. I don’t allow people to be different, to have different biological clocks than me. I’m self-centered. I block out that on most afternoons I bottom out after lunch till about 2:00 o’clock. And then I really don’t get energized till about 2:30. I’m a morning and a night person and not an early afternoon person. I’m made for Italy or Spain where they have the smart idea of a good siesta every afternoon.

MAKE MY ATTITUDE

What makes your day? What makes an attitude?

I sense that one’s attitude makes all the difference in the world whether one is happy or sad, positive or negative, energized or drained. Going to bed at 9:00 P.M or 1:00 A.M. might make a difference, but I think it’s deeper than that.

Some people use the word “attitude” in the negative sense only. I think that the word “attitude” means one’s basic outlook or way of looking at life. The dictionary says that attitude means just that: one’s way of thinking, the way I lean, my basic tendency, my inclination.

We know each other. We know our each other’s inclinations and ways of thinking. We know the kind of atmosphere that different people bring into whatever room enter. We know that people are like the weather. Some people have a sunny, bright blue disposition and some people are like dull, moody rainy days. When you are with Jane, you feel that everything is bright and upbeat; when you are with Joan, you feel like you are under a cloud and that she is dark and damp inside. She seems to be dwelling in her cellar instead of relaxing on her back porch.

But that’s other people. I would think that the reader of a magazine article is called upon to look at oneself. Do I incline to be negative or positive? Am I an optimist or a pessimist? What’s my weather report about myself? What kind of a person am I: warm and sunny, or cold, frigid, and stormy? Am I a cool breeze or am I full of hot air? Am I grateful or ungrateful?

GRATITUDE: ALL IS GIFT

I would think that a person who has an attitude of gratitude is someone who sees that all is gift. Well, not all the time, but most of the time. We all have our tides. We have our seasons. We have our winters of discontent. But in general, I would think that a person who has an attitude of gratitude is someone who would see life in a certain way.

So I sat back and began to jot down a description of a grateful person. The result is the following Thanksgiving shopping list before the Christmas rush.

A grateful person is someone whose basic weather pattern would be: all is gift, all is from God.

A grateful person is someone who enjoys games with friends, likes to win, but doesn’t come apart if they lose at bridge or “Uno” or chess or “Trivia Pursuit”.

A grateful person is someone who loves zoos and cartoons, salad and desert, birds and flowers by name, and the great variety of people one can see on the New York Subway or in Toronto or in Disneyland.

A grateful person is someone who stops to notice the scarlet, deep red or maroon color of cranberry sauce and the fascinating yellow rows of corn on the cob before they eat it.

A grateful person is someone who loves real mashed potatoes and turkey and cries tears of joy on Thanksgiving when they see that night on television many homeless people also getting a great Thanksgiving dinner because of volunteers. And they realize that they too are being called to volunteer.

A grateful person is someone who hasn’t got an over abundance of “have to’s” in their life.

A grateful person is someone who doesn’t see in general, but sees specifics. They don’t see dogs and trees and humans. They see this fluffy dog named “Polly” or that Japanese maple tree, the one off to the side on the front lawn of the local library, and this old lady next to them in church who is wheezing and they ask her how’s she doing at the sign of peace.

A grateful person is someone who can still enjoy ice cream as much as their grandchildren, when they take them out for a day at the mall or the park.

A grateful person is someone whose who isn’t a griper, a sniper, a nitpicker, a taker, a bumper, a sneak, a back stabber, an alligator, or a pit bull.

A grateful person is someone who enjoys the rye bread and doesn’t sit there whispering inwardly, “I should have  taken the pumpernickel.”

A grateful person is someone who wakes up every morning or sometime in the day, wiggles their toes, and thanks God for the gift of this new day of life with its many specific wonders.

Thank you for listening. Happy Thanksgiving.




Andy Costello, CSSR
U.S. Catholic,
November 1991