Friday, February 26, 2016

February 26, 2016


A LIGHT AT NIGHT

Driving down dark roads - on dark nights -
I see here and there - a light in a house off
to the side - or a plane’s flickering lights
high in the sky. I know I’m not alone on the
dark roads of life - but sometimes I find
myself screaming, “Morning…. Come
quickly. Hurry up the dawn. More light!”




© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Thursday, February 25, 2016

February 25, 2016


MINDFULNESS

“Mindfulness.” I am hearing that word a lot lately.
Awareness of the wind, the sounds, the scents
in the room and on the train platform  - all round me.

“Mindfulness.” I am eating and this time I taste
the salt and the cold butter and I see the ice cubes
in the water and the words and faces around me.

“Mindfulness.” I pause and hear scripture texts
in my memory. “Be still and know that I am God.”
“Even though the valley is dark, I am with you.”



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

February 24, 2016


WHY NOT?

Some say God is pulling all the strings.
Others say, God is on another planet.

Me? I don’t know - but I like to think God
likes to touch new born babies tiny toes
and watch little kids learning to use a yoyo.

I like to think God pauses to watch
starlings in flight - 25 violins in a orchestra
in total sync - and watermelons on plates
waiting for their moment in a picnic.





© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

February 23, 2016


CLOSURE

Closure, it’s one of those words that
makes sense when it means, “Let it go!”

Easier said than done. It’s a goal to let 
something go when it's crushing us. At 
times pain or anger or a mistake or things we
have no control over us are controlling us.

Closure!  It’s a good idea because sometimes
it works and people actually let something go.

Closure! It’s good to know that doors have
knobs and locks that unlock and unless we
have dementia,  our whole life is within and lots
of things trigger lots of memories and moments.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

THE  PUBLIC 
AND THE  PRIVATE  ME




Diego Rivera portrait 
of Jacques  Lipchitz (1814)

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 2nd Tuesday in Lent is, “The Public and the Private Me.”

As we all know, we all have a public and a private self.

As we all know the real me is the me when nobody is looking.

Question: How well do I know the real me?

Answer: When the real me is pausing to look in on the real me and we start to get particulars.

JESUS

Jesus was very aware of this reality.

In today’s gospel Jesus  talks about the Pharisees and their need to make their public self look great. Jesus says, “All their works are performed to be seen.”  They love to be up front. They love titles - being called “Rabbi” or “Master” or “Father”.

Worse they try to load others down with excessive laws and burdens - to make themselves look good and others look bad.

The Gospel of Matthew comes from after Mark - which is dated from 64-69 and before the year 110.

I was taught that the stuff in a gospel is aimed at people around the time it was written - so that tells me not only were there Pharisees in the time of Jesus but also in the early church of Matthew or whatever gospel we’re looking at.

So what else is new? There are always going to be people who are Pharisees - up front and trying to be seen - as well as trying to lord it over other people and make them feel inferior, guilty and sinful. And the biggest offenders can be those up front - like priests.

Tassel wearers, beware when you’re wearing tassels. Instead, keep trying to touch the tassel of Jesus and don’t shake your own.

THE INNER ME

So the call of Lent is to go into the inner room - into the all by myself me - and look in the mirror and see oneself.

And to see ourselves as we really are can be and ought to be quite humbling.  Notice the last sentence in today’s gospel, “Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.”

SPILLED SPAGHETTI

If we look in the mirror we can see the spilled spaghetti stains of life.

Sin is a spill - like an oil spill - like a ballpoint pen that leaks - like tomato sauce on a white Irish sweater.

In time can wash our hands and our sweaters - and slowly get the oil and ink stains and tomato sauce stains off.

But when we are within - when we’re talking to ourselves as the private - the me I really am - we know the mistakes and the spills and the mess of our lives.

It’s difficult to wash blood red spaghetti stains of the fabric of our soul and our memory.

Isaiah in today’s first reading tells us, “Come now, let us set things right…. Though your sins be like scarlet, they may become white as snow. Though they be crimson red, they may become white as wool.”

It’s been my experience that white wash, that cleansing of sins, sometimes takes a lifetime - a long time.

I think of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s book, The Scarlet Letter, and how long  and now shameful it was for Hester Prynne to wear the dress with the Big A in front. A is for adultery.

The private me of every person is wearing inwardly A’s for abortion, or G for some big hurt we caused on another for gossip or E or P or M or S or what have you.

We are our own library and librarian.

My mind took notice of a scene in another of Hawthorne’s stories, The Marble Faun.  There is Miriam and there is Hilda. Hilda is the type who walked around  looking down on others - making “Ttch! Ttch!” - “Naughty, Naughty” - sounds on folks she considered sinners.  In Chapter 23, Miriam says in so many words, “Honey you ought to go out and commit  a really big sin and maybe then you’ll understand the rest of us.”

Here’s how Hawthorne has Miriam challenge Hilda,

"I always said, Hilda, that you were merciless; for I had a perception of it, even while you loved me best. You have no sin, nor any conception of what it is; and therefore you are so terribly severe! As an angel, you are not amiss; but, as a human creature, and a woman among earthly men and women, you need a sin to soften you."

CONCLUSION

We are both public and private persons.

Lent is a good time to  get within ourselves and grow in holiness and humility - and stop worrying about our public perception and public self.
February 22, 2016



LIES ARE  LIKE  _____ 
CIRCLE ONE 


Lies are like razor blades - they can cut.

Lies are like snakes - poisonous at times.

Lies are like quicksand.

Lies are like a taser - they can leave a sting.

Lies are like chocolates - they call for another one.

Lies are like cinderblocks - with a rope.

Lies are like wearing dark sunglasses - covering those eyes.

Lies are like boomerangs.

Lies are like a rash - they make you scratch.

Lies are like a broken tape recorder - you can’t retrieve what you said in the first place.

Lies are like echoes - they continue.



                                                                                                           © Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

Monday, February 22, 2016

THE  CHAIR  OF  ST.  PETER



INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “The Chair of St. Peter.”

Today we celebrate the Popes - those who filled the Chair of St. Peter.

Every year when we come to this feast I wonder what to preach about - I see the priest’s chair over there. Notice the arms.  Notice the cushy seat.

I’ve preached about important chairs at dining room tables - or meetings - and sometimes asked, “Who sits where on a round table?”

MANY POPES SO FAR

266 people sat in that imaginary chair.

Pius IX sat in it the longest - 31 years;  Next came John Paul II who was pope for 26 years. Add some months to each of those.

Urban VII resigned after 13 days and John Paul I lasted 33 days.

Saints and sinners sat in that chair.  I haven’t seen any of the TV series on the  Borgias - but we know that 3 Borgias were popes. And Rodrigo  Borgia, Pope Alexander VI, is listed as one of our badies. And we know that 4 popes were Medici - two of which:  Leo X and Clement VII are in list of the Top 10 worst popes.

I’ve heard variations of the story about Napoleon claiming that he would destroy the church and the papacy and Cardinal Consalvi said, “Best of luck, the popes and the priests couldn’t do it.”

And I remember hearing in a sermon about the old little old lady from Jersey City who said that the 5 marks of the church are: one, holy, Catholic, apostolic and it survives its clergy.

WE’VE BEEN BLESSED

In our lifetime, we have certainly been blessed with a line of good popes - different - but good popes.

I’ve see Pius XII, John the 23, Paul VI, JP 1 and 2, Benedict and now Francis. Did I miss anyone?

If we sit back and look at those who have sat in the Chair of Peter, we can see differences. So too Pastors. So too priests. So to presidents, governors, mayors, bosses, neighbors.

As Catholics we’re blessed to have someone in the top seat.

We pray that they give good example and good wisdom.

I have lived here at St. Mary’s Annapolis with 3 pastors now, Father Sweeney, Father Kingsbury and now Father Tizio. All are different - all have their off on’s - all have their strengths and weaknesses. So too bishops. So too bosses and presidents of our organizations.

I would assume we all get that.

I would hope that all of us when we are the chair of an organization - learn from Peter and from Jesus and good popes - that we’re in it for service and as good Shepherds of the flock.

I would assume we become aware of our weaknesses - or where we need others with other skills to work with.

This present pope is off on his themes and values: mercy, forgiveness, and understanding. Don’t judge. Smell like the shepherd - in other words get off the dais and the podium  and get out of your seat and be with the sheep. Sweat. Work. Give.

CONCLUSION

In the meanwhile, I am happy as Catholics we have a head - a pope.



Wouldn’t it be great if the Muslims and other religious groups had a “pope” - a “papa”, a head guy or gal. I would hope that then things would work easier and better because we could meet and talk, chair to chair, eye ball to eye ball. Amen.