Friday, January 16, 2015

January 11, 2015


SOMETIMES

Sometimes we have to step back,
to see there is a person right in front of us.


Sometimes we have to climb mountains
to see the plains.

Sometimes we have to listen,
before we can hear what we’re not hearing.

Sometimes we have to see we are lost
in order to realize we need to be found.

Sometimes we have to teach
before we can learn.

Sometimes we have to know we don’t know,
to honestly admit we really don’t know.

Sometimes we miss the distant
because we’re looking at the tiny in front of us.

Sometimes we only see and feel the hurt
another tells us about

Sometimes we miss the moment
because we’re stuck in the past or the imagined future.

Sometimes we have to sin
In order to understand another.

Sometimes we think we’re the only one on the planet – 
and we think,  the only one feeling what we’re feeling –
that is, till we talk to one another –
what we’re talking to ourselves about all day long.

Sometimes the empty barrel makes the most noise;
sometimes the barrel full of hurts makes even more noise.

Sometimes the full barrel can’t be lifted,
but it can be emptied.

Sometimes we have to hurt in order to feel
that others hurt

Sometimes we have to be in the desert
in order to appreciate water.

Sometimes we have to say “No!”
before we understand the meaning of “Yes!”

Sometimes you have to be bald
to appreciate when we had hair.

Sometimes the tooth ache lets us know,
we didn’t take care of our teeth.


  1. © Andy Costello, Reflections 2014

Sunday, January 11, 2015

TWIN   RIVALRY

[This is a story I wrote last night for today’s Sunday Morning 8 AM Kids Mass. Today is the feast of the Baptism of the Lord.]



Talk about Sibling Rivalry – take Jack and Jill - as an example.

Jack was born 6 minutes and 7 seconds ahead of his twin sister Jill. Once they were old enough to start to realize what words and who was ahead of whom meant – Jack let his twin sister Jill know he was the older brother – the oldest of the twins – born 6 minutes and 7 seconds ahead of his sister Jill.

At their birthday – every year on January 1st - New Year’s Day – Jack got to make the birthday wish first – and then to blow out the candle first – Jack being the oldest.

Jill - underneath the singing of the Happy Birthday song – would say, “It’s not fair. It should be my turn every other year to blow out the candle on our birthday cake.”

Besides this - Jack was always the bigger and stouter baby – always at least 10 pounds heavier than his twin sister Jill in their first 10 years of life.

And all through their growing up years – Jack was the pushy one – pushing Jill out of the way to sit on the couch – to be next to their dad or mom – or in the car or the house or at the dinner table first – and what was on TV.

Speaking about pushing – Jack’s mother often said, “Jack had to be first one out of me when they were born.  Obviously Jack pushed Jill out of the way and made it to the finish line first.”

Jack knew how to get his way. He pushed for all the rights and privileges that came with being first and oldest. He often began and ended any and every argument with the words, “After all I’m the oldest!”

One day – near Thanksgiving – Jill at the age of 5 – was crying. She was all by herself – off in the corner in this small room in the back of their house.

Her  grandmother was worrying where she was. So accidently – but on purpose - her grandmother just happened to spot her all alone – in this quiet little room in the back of their house.  Grandma came into the semi-dark room – came up to Jill and said, “Can I sit with you for a while?”

Silence!

Then Jill said, “Okay grandma!”

“What’s with the tears Jill? What’s with the tears?”

Then Jill really broke down – and her grandma held her even tighter.

Then her grandma said it again, “What’s with it with the tears?”

Silence.

Then Jill poured out her heart to her grandmother. She told her grandma about  all the hurt she felt from Jack – always bragging that he was the oldest.

Then Grandma said, “Well you know you were baptized ahead of your twin brother. You know that - right?”

“What?” said Jill.

“You were baptized ahead of Jack – and your baptism date is more important than your birthday.”

“Who told you that,” asked Jill?

“Everybody knows that Jill. Everyone knows that?”

“And I better tell you,” said her Grandma, “how do I know this? I was there and I suggested to your mom and dad you that you be baptized first. Ladies before gentlemen – that’s how I was brought up.”

Silence.

“And your mom followed my advice. And after all, I’m the oldest.”

And they both laughed – and laughed – and laughed.

Well, then at Thanksgiving dinner, Jill says to Jack, “Grandma just told me that I was baptized ahead of you – and baptism is more important than birth.”

At that, of course,  Jack disagreed with his grandma – and told her, “Grandma everyone knows that a birthday is more important than one’s baptism. No contest.”

“Nope,” said Grandma, “and you’ll find out you're wrong and I'm right when you start studying religion.”

That Sunday – after Mass – in the back – Jack went right up to their pastor and asked, “Father Jack, which is more important, your birthday or your baptism date?”

“Jack, sorry to disappoint you, but your baptism is more important than your birth. You’ll find this very easy  to see when you study about baptism in Religious Ed classes.”

Jack disagreed with Father Jack as well.

When he started to study about all this in Religious Education classes – he remained stubborn, stubborn, stubborn – convinced that priests and grandmothers and religious education teacers – were wrong.

Well time goes on and NCIS had become Jill’s first and favorite TV show – but she had to watch it in that little room – with a tiny TV in the back of their house.

Well time goes on even more – and Jack and Jill go off to college – but to different colleges.

Jack went off to college – with the secret hope of one day becoming a Nascar driver.

Jill went off to college with the hope of one day become a forensic scientist for the FBI – or the State Police – of for some agency like NCIS.

One day she was part of a team who were investigating a terrible small plane crash – in which 36 people were killed.

Agent Jill noticed one woman who was killed was a twin.

“Interesting,” she thought.’’

They didn’t have any fingerprints of the woman who was killed – so maybe., Jill said to herself, “Maybe she was born in some foreign country.”

So she checked around and sure enough she checked around and found out that the woman who was killed was born in Thailand.  Surprise she found that she and her twin brother had foot prints taken when they were babies.

She was able to get the woman’s footprints – along with her twin brother’s footprints – along with the exact – time of birth.

Jill smiled and thought – I wonder if I can get Jack and my time of birth.

After the plane crash case was over, Jill went to the hospital of her birth and was able with her badge get into the hospital records.

She found her footprints – along with Jacks.

Surprise. Surprise. Surprise. There it was in black and white – Jill was born first 6 minutes and 7 seconds ahead of her brother. She was the oldest. She screamed  a loud “Wow!” and everyone in the record department stood up to see what had happened.

Jill was waving a paper with her foot prints – and her brother Jack’s in the other hand – and yelling, “I am the oldest twin.”

Nobody knew what that meant – but Jill did.

Then surprise, surprise, she called up her mom and dad, to tell the news – but then she added, “Let’s not tell Jack – it would only deflate him. Let him always think he’s the oldest.”

And for the rest of their lives, Jack and Jill's parents thought how big their oldest daughter, Jill, was.. They would wink to her and smile to her - whenever at some family celebration, Jack would announce to all, "After all, I'm the oldest."

Saturday, January 10, 2015

January 10, 2015 
FULLY ALIVE - ALIVE! 



Alive and running,
fast horses, fast birds,
gliding, the ocean sliding
steadily wave after wave,
for millions and millions 
of years towards the shore, 
and on that beach
slow seals, sea lions, like
vacationers at the shore - 
beavers munching,
koala bears yawning, 
alive, relaxing, at home,
with each other, like
old folks lounging  on
the beach - each sort of
saying, "I too am alive.
I'm  unique. I'm not as 
fast as horses galloping
along the edge of the sea 
or birds gliding in the wind.
Yet all of us are singing,
"Alive, alive....  We're alive.
Thank you God for gifting 
us with so much life. Amen.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015

Friday, January 9, 2015

January 9, 2015

INCONSISTANT



She prays,
but she doesn’t talk and listen to others.

He goes to communion,
but he refuses communication with his sister.

She has ear buds and iTunes,
but never sings or goes to Church.

He goes to confession,
but he refuses to forgive his father.

She says grace before meals,
but she is not graceful with the gifts around the table.

He’s pro-life – has bumper stickers and he marches -,
but never turns off the TV to be with and listen to his kids.

She’s always texting and talking on her iPhone with other teenagers,
but has been avoiding her parents for years and years and years.

He pauses at the water cooler to eye the new secretary,
but he hasn’t given his wife a look and a compliment in years.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015


© Andy Costello Reflections 2015

Thursday, January 8, 2015

January 8, 2015


     

YESTERDAY,  TOMORROW,
BUT NOT TODAY

Too many times I’m not here.
I’m elsewhere. I’m somewhere
else in my distant past or I’m far,
far into my not yet future. Sorry,
I’m not listening. I might even
be looking you right in the eye,
or sending words into your ears, 
but I am on some other day on some
other calendar – singing about
some yesterday or some tomorrow.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, for not being
with you in this present moment.



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

January 7, 2015




WINDEX

Sometimes we notice when our glasses are dirty -
so too the front windshield in our car  – but we 
don’t notice when our soul is spotty or streaky
and could use some Windex or a good washing.

Then again, maybe we’re lazy and we prefer to stay
in the dark – to avoid the hard work of understanding
and the holiness of clear thinking. Maybe we want
a dark window so we don’t have to see into our soul.



© Andy Costello, 2015 Reflections

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

January 6, 2015

10  LIFETIME  SKILLS 




What are the 10 most basic lifetime skills?

Are they:
·       the ability to smile;
·       the ability to cry;
·       the ability to hear;
·       the ability to point;
·       the ability to crawl;
·       the ability to stand;
·       the ability to walk;
·       the ability to make words;
·       the ability to hug;
·       the ability to laugh?

Which of those skills is the most important?

Are there any skills I'm forgetting?
When does the ability to forgive kick in?
Are anger and tantrums skills?
When does anyone realize, "I just hurt someone"?
How old does someone start to say, “Thank you!”
How old does one mean it when they say, “I love you!”
How old does one know what saying, “Help!” means?
Which comes first: “Help!” “Thanks!” or “Sorry!” 
How old does one have to be to pray?
What about the ability to draw?
About what age does one realize, “I am loved!" 



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015