Thursday, September 4, 2014

ME AND YOU! 
ENLIGHTEN ME! 

Poem - September 4, 2014


SUBURBAN WIFE'S SONG 

When you are gone, I lie upon your bed
And you are there, dark as the light of stars,
Closer than measurements of heart, and loud
With the silences of all our daily years;

And then the door key, lights in the living room,
The slamming wood, the briefcase on the floor,
The way you say, "Where's everyone? I'm home" -
And do not know how far you are.


© Robert Hutchinson,
pp. 690-691 in
The New Yorker 
Book of Poems1974

Painting: Room 
in New York, 1932
 by Edward Hopper


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A HILL JUST  TO THE LEFT 
OF THE  ROAD 
NORTH OF POUGHKEEPSIE 

Poem for Today - September 3, 2014





A HILL

In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur,
I had a vision once—though you understand
It was nothing at all like Dante's, or the visions of saints,
And perhaps not a vision at all. I was with some friends,
Picking my way through a warm, sunlit piazza
In the early morning. A clear fretwork of shadows
From huge umbrellas littered the pavement and made
A sort of lucent shallows in which was moored
A small nayy of carts. Books, coins, old maps,
Cheap landscapes, and ugly religious prints
Were all on sale. The colors and noise,
Like the flying hands, were gestures of exultation,
So that even the bargaining
Rose to the ear like a voluble godliness.
And then, when it happened, the noises suddenly stopped,
And it got darker; pushcarts and people dissolved,
And even the great Farnese Palace itself
Was gone, for all its marble; in its place
Was a hill, mole-colored and bare. It was very cold,
Close to freezing, with a promise of snow.
The trees were like old ironwork gathered for scrap
Outside a factory wall. There was no wind,
And the only sound for a while was the little click
Of ice as it broke in the mud under my feet.

I saw a piece of ribbon snagged on a hedge,
But no other sign of life. And then I heard
What seemed the crack of a rifle. A hunter, I guessed;
At least I was not alone. But just after that
Came the soft and papery crash
Of a great branch somewhere unseen falling to earth.

And that was all, except for the cold and silence
That promised to last forever, like the hill.

Then fingers came through, and prices, and I was restored
To the sunlight and my friends. But for more than a week
I was scared by the plain bitterness of what I had seen.
All this happened about ten years ago,
And it hasn't troubled me since, but at last, today,
I remembered that hill; it lies just to the left
Of the road north of Poughkeepsie, and, as a boy,
I stood before it for hours in wintertime.

© Anthony Hecht,
Pages 295-296,
The New Yorker
Book of Poems,
Selected by the 

Editors of The 
New Yorker,

Morrow Quill
Paperbacks,
New York, 1974


Tuesday, September 2, 2014

HAVING  THE  MIND  OF  CHIRST


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 22 Tuesday in Ordinary Time is, “Having the Mind of Christ.”

A FEW BIG QUESTIONS

Today’s 2 readings present a few good questions – starting with the one we heard at the end of today’s first reading from 1st Corinthians 2: 10b-16. Paul asks: “Who has known the mind of the Lord, so as to counsel him?”

Listen carefully to people. People are telling God what to do all the time. They are screaming and streaming to God counsel – and they get angry with God - when God doesn’t follow their advice – in war and in peace.

Listen carefully to people – especially ourselves. I have a question: is the most basic inner scream, “My will be done – on earth as it is in heaven?”

I sense we say the Our Father a zillion times – but still say inwardly – and down deep: “My will be done! The way I see things is the way things ought to be.”

Today’s gospel – Luke 4: 31-37 - has as its main character -  a strange screaming man in a synagogue in Capernaum. Luke describes him as a man with the spirit of any unclean demon.  He asks Jesus two questions – both of which ask: “Why are you here?”  He asks that question this way: “What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us?’

Then he yells, “I know who you are – the Holy One of God!”

Today’s readings are asking life’s basic questions: who, what and why?

KNOWING

We all want to know whom another is – especially those around us.

At times we want to know who God is.

At times we say, “I don’t even know who I am at times.”

Paul is saying in the first reading that there are two types of people: the pneuma people – those who live by the Spirit – and those who live only by the psuche – those who live just by natural life – as does anything that is alive, dogs, cats, gnats and hippos.

So we have a choice: to live a low life or to live a high life.

That scares me – because at times I am eating too many pretzels – being too lazy – thinking only of myself – hiding from work and others.

I know I have to pray: “Come Holy Spirit.”

I know I have to say that more than my inner sounds, inner complaints, inner gossip, inner gripe sessions.

Too often I’m muttering grumbling sounds: “Uummmm!” Or “Aaarg!” Or “Crud” or “Crap” or worse whining’s.

Not enough….  I have to listen to Christ. Not enough…. I have to have the Clean Spirit of God wake up in me and I have to say what this man in today’s gospel says, “What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth?
Have you come to destroy us?” Then he says something we often forget because we’re living a low level of life. He says, “I know who you are–the Holy One of God!”

CONCLUSION:

Paul – at the end of today’s first reading answers his own question about who knows the mind of God. It’s us.  “But we have the mind of Christ.”

I don’t know about you, but as already indicated in this sermon, I hesitate saying that – or praying for that.

I do pray that I be like this strange ranger in today’s gospel – who said, “I know who you are – the Holy One of God.” 
I want to know that Jesus is the holy one of God.

Luke said this character in that synagogue in Capernaum was filled with an unclean spirit.


So I suspect - when our unclean spirits mutter inner complaints and sometimes obscenities about life and others and sometimes ourselves – they can lead me to say, “At least my rumblings and grumblings know I need You Oh God  and I need Your Spirit, so that I can lead a higher life having the mind of Christ.”


TODAY! 
WHO'S THAT KNOCKING 
ON MY DOOR? 




Poem for Today - September 2, 2014


THE GUEST HOUSE

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


© Jelaluddin Rumi,

translation by 
Coleman Barks

Monday, September 1, 2014

LABOR DAY

Poem for Today - September 1, 2014



A POEM FOR 
THE LABOR DAY LABORERS

Lowering Your Standards for Food Stamps


Words fall out of my coat pocket,
soak in bleach water. I touch everyone’s
dirty dollars. Maslow’s got everything on me.
Fourteen hours on my feet. No breaks.
No smokes or lunch. Blank-eyed movements:
trash bags, coffee burner, fingers numb.
I am hourly protestations and false smiles.
The clock clicks its slow slowing.
Faces blur in a stream of  hurried soccer games,
sunlight, and church certainty. I have no
poem to carry, no material illusions.
Cola spilled on hands, so sticky fingered,
I’m far from poems. I’d write of politicians,
refineries, and a border’s barbed wire,
but I am unlearning America’s languages
with a mop. In a summer-hot red
polyester top, I sell lotto tickets. Cars wait for gas
billowing black. Killing time has new meaning.
A jackhammer breaks apart a life. The slow globe
spirals, and at night black space has me dizzy.
Visionaries off their meds and wacked out
meth heads sing to me. A panicky fear of robbery
and humiliation drips with my sweat.
Words some say are weeping twilight and sunrise.
I am drawn to dramas, the couple arguing, the man
headbutting his wife in the parking lot.
911: no metered aubade, and nobody but
myself to blame.


© Cheryl Luna
Poetry Magazine
Photo: Workers 
at Lunch Time, 
1932


Sunday, August 31, 2014

THE  WAY  OF  THE  CROSS


INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “The Way of the Cross.”

The cross is a theme we reflect upon during Lent – but here it is in today’s readings – especially today’s gospel.

So a few thoughts on the cross for a homily for this 22nd Sunday in Ordinary time.

JESUS’ EXPERIENCES OF THE CROSS

What triggered – and what thoughts – did Jesus have – for him to come up with his teachings and thoughts about the crosses of life?

Did he see men hanging from crosses – dying a slow execution - along the roads he traveled on in Galilee? The Romans used that form of warning and execution in the land of Palestine which they occupied.

I assume it would be like a little kid seeing a head severed from a body in Iraq or Syria today – and stuck on a pole. How will that atrocity effect the whole future of that kid?

People had more kids in Jesus’ day than today – and the death rate for kids was much, much  higher that today – except for the very poor places on our planet.

As a kid - did Jesus ask Mary and Joseph, “What’s going on next door? Why does everyone look so sad? 

Bruce Malina and Richard Rohrbaugh in their book, Social-Science Commentary on the Synoptic Gospels state:  “Infant mortality rates sometimes reached 30 percent. Another 30 percent of live births were dead by age six, and 60 percent were gone by age sixteen. Children always suffered first from famine, war, disease, and dislocation, and in some areas or eras few would have lived to adulthood with both parents alive.”

What were his thoughts about other kids with blindness - or crutches  - or deafness – or leprosy – or without parents – or who lost various brothers and sisters?

When did Joseph die?

Then when he got involved with teaching and preaching and speaking out – he experienced attacks and envy and jealousy and the loneliness that comes with being and seeing differently.  Did he see what every teacher and preacher sees: the yawns and the looking elsewhere – the obvious silent rejections – the boredom or non-interest.

Did he have a similar experience that Jeremiah had – the thoughts he had in today’s first reading. Jeremiah is called by God to speak out – but when he did – he experience what prophets experience: Rejection! Did Jesus yell to the Father, “Why did you do this to me?” Rejection hurts. Did he then have second thoughts –like Jeremiah had - that God’s will for the world was like a fire burning in his heart – imprisoned in his bones – even though he grew weary of it at times and felt he couldn’t endure it.

Hopefully God becomes hot – burning within us – in our bones – that we have fiery moments with the Spirit of God. 

Please God we hold onto those memories – those moments  – when we find ourselves  experience the Way of the Cross.

Then Jesus  was arrested that night – after betrayal by someone he personally chose. Judas betrayed him. Did he notice Peter denying him or was Jesus so turned inwards from all this pain – that he didn’t notice Peter at the moment.

Then the crowning with thorns – the beating – the being made fun of – the mock trial – the crowd that screamed praise for him just a week earlier – some were now in the crowd screaming for his death.

Then came the way of the cross to Calvary – the falls, the sights, the tears from his mother and others.

Then the hanging on the cross for a few hours – with just his mother, a few disciples and faithful women friends  - all down below.

Based on his comments to Peter in today’s gospel Jesus saw this happening long before it happened,

Based on today’s gospel Jesus knew crosses, Based on today’s gospel Jesus knew the secret of life – is denying self – dying to self – so others can live.

Living is giving. Giving is living.

Jesus taught us the meaning of life – when each of us Christians – realize Jesus gave us the secret of life at the last supper and at each Mass –when he says – when we say to our world, “This is body…. This is my blood…. I’m giving my life to you today.

Based on the gospels we know Jesus learned the meaning of the unwritten gospel of creation: seeds need to come out of their pods and bags – be planted in the earth. They must die in order to start growing in the soil. They must be cut and then crushed to become wheat flour. They must be cooked and burnt in the oven to become bread. Seed, wheat, flour, bread – preach the gospel of selflessness.

So too grapes – growing out there in the burning heat of day or the cold night air – and then are crushed to become wine – to bring a smile to a face – a toast at a dinner table or a wedding banquet.

Jesus knew mother’s felt great pain in bearing and birthing a baby – and then that was just the beginning.

Jesus knew the next layer of life – and from life’s experiences.

Forgiveness is central.  People do a lot of things without  a clue to the what and they of what they do.

So he was able to say from the cross: “Father forgive them for they don’t know what they are doing.”

How many people have learned that lesson – from others who were with them in their mistakes and sins and dumb doings? I know that message has helped me live with and learn from other priests.

So he was able to say from the cross: “When hanging in pain – whether it’s on a cross or in a bed of pain – seeing – spotting others – forgetting self – thinking of others – takes some of the pain away. So he said on the cross: “ “Woman behold your son!” and to John, his beloved friend, “Behold your mother.”

THE WAY OF THE CROSS

By reflecting on the cross, we get why it became the Christian symbol.

By reflecting on the cross, we see the tiny cross at the head of each rosary – and the gigantic cross in the front of this church and the one gigantic cross in the back of St. Mary’s Church.

The way of the cross is the way of life. 

THE STATIONS OF THE CROSS

Our churches can be cluttered with statues and stuff – but it seems every church has a set of The Stations of the Cross on their walls.

I have never heard of bishops and chanceries getting involved in details for stations of the cross – when churches are being built. I have seen them do so for where tabernacles are and what have you – but I’ve never seen edicts and jumping in when it comes to the Stations of the Cross on the Walls.

Yet they only began to be developed since the 1300’s up to the 1500’s years of our church’s history.

Why not get paper and pencil and draw your 14 stations of the cross of your life: deaths and disasters, falls, many falls, times you had people crying for you, times you were stripped of a title or an image people had of you. Were you ever nailed to a cross – to an obligation – to taking care of an aging parent or brother or sister – because nobody else was willing.

14 stations, 15, stations, 8 stations, 11 stations – everyone has some hanging on the walls of their lives.

I was there at the death of my dad, mom, brother, sister, nephew – and so many others. I saw a man once shoot himself in the mouth – in a cemetery – standing under a statue of Mary.  And I was the only one there. Woo. It has always given me pause. It has given me understanding – when as priest I’ve had to be there for a suicide. Ugh. It has gotten me to say what Jesus said on the cross: Father forgive him for he does not know what he was doing.

I have heard Jesus say from the Cross, “Hang in there!” and I’ve wondered if that’s the origin of that life saying.

I hear the Passion Account of Jesus’ last days and the various characters in the drama….

I have been Pilate, Simon, Mary, Judas, the Good Thief and Bad.

I have been like Peter in today’s gospel. At time I don’t want this side of life to happen to anyone – including myself. And I have heard Jesus say to me when I’m thinking this way, “Get behind me Satan. You are an obstacle to me. You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings.”

Of course, I’m thinking as any human would think.  I don’t want hurt or horror – but hurt and horror are part of life – more or less – and so I need to hear Paul tell me in today’s second reading – to learn how to change my mind – change my thinking – and think as Christ thinks, as God thinks.

CONCLUSION

Two things to do this week as homework.

First: Make sure you have a crucifix somewhere on some wall or some desk or book shelf in your life. Pick it up – dust it off – kiss it and say, “Help!”


Second: Take a look around any Catholic Church you’re in and study the 14 stations of the cross. A woman once told me she does this and discovered which station was her key station – and that’s where she sits under every time she comes to Mass. Wouldn’t that confuse a priest saying Mass or anyone else – when they came into a church and everyone was sitting in the side aisles – under their station of the cross?
A  CROSS

Poem for Today - August 31, 2014

A CROSS IN MY POCKET

I carry a cross in my pocket
A simple reminder to me
Of the fact that I am a Christian
No matter where I may be.


This little cross is not magic,
Nor is it a good luck charm
It isn't meant to protect me
From every physical harm.


It's not for identification
For all the world to see
It's simply an understanding
Between my Savior and me.


When I put my hand in my pocket
To bring out a coin or a key
The cross is there to remind me
Of the price He paid for me.


It reminds me, too, to be thankful
For my blessings day by day
And to strive to serve Him better
In all that I do and say.


It's also a daily reminder
Of the peace and comfort I share
With all who know my Master
And give themselves to His care.


So, I carry a cross in my pocket
Reminding no one but me
That Jesus Christ is the Lord of my life
If only I'll let Him be.

 ©  Verna Mae Thomas