Saturday, August 18, 2018



MOONLIGHT

Sort of like a friend who gave 
us off to the side advice when 
we made a fool of ourselves. 

Sort of like a glass of water 
when we didn’t know we 
were thirsty or dry or empty. 

Sort of like a wave or a wink 
when we felt all alone and 
didn’t know what to do next. 

Sort of like a red or blue 
candle lit for us in a quiet 
empty afternoon church. 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018


August 18, 2018 


Thought for today: 

“If only God would  give me some clear  sign! Like making a large deposit in my  name at a Swiss  bank.”  


Woody Allen [1935 - ], 
in New Yorker
November 5, 1973, 
‘Selections from 
the Allen Notebooks’.

Friday, August 17, 2018

August 17, 2018




BUILDINGS

Isn’t it interesting when we stop
to think about it, how different,
different buildings are - the vibes
or feelings they bounce or  radiate?

The feel of a church, hospital,
bank, auditorium, Home Depot,
diner, laundromat, Post Office,
museum, all so different  ….

Isn’t it interesting when we stop
to think about how different,
different people are - the vibes,
or feelings they bounce or radiate?

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018


August 17, 2018 



Thought for today: 


“Hypocrisy is the most difficult and nerve-racking vice that any man can pursue; it needs an unceasing vigilance and a rare detachment of spirit.  It cannot like adultery or gluttony, be practiced at spare moments; it is a whole time job.” 

W. Somerset Maugham 
[1874-1965], 
from Cakes and Ale (1930), 
chapter 11.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

August 16, 2018

TEA  BAG

Sometimes we are like a tea bag.
We’re in hot water  - and the hot
is coming at us from all sides.

We’re hurting. We’re feeling “Oooh!”
for the moment - as the heat seeps
into us and we are changed.

Then someone picks us up -
in a cup - and takes a sip of us -
as they go, “Uuum. Nice.”

It’s then we know - the meaning
of the old saying “It’s in dying
that we are born to eternal life.”



© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018



August 16, 2018 



Thought for today: 

“You don’t make up for your sins in church; you do it in the street, you do it at home. The rest is bullshit and you know it.”  


Martin Scorsese [1942 - 
and Mardik Martin 
in Mean Streets (1973 film) 
in Michael Bliss Martin Scorsese 
and Michael Cimino (1985) Chapter 3.





Wednesday, August 15, 2018

August 15, 2018

OUR TAINTED NATURE’S
SOLITARY BOAST

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this feast of the Assumption is, “Our Tainted Nature’s Solitary Boast.”

That’s a boast, a comment, in a poem by William Wordsworth.

The poem is entitled, “The Virgin.”

I’ve noticed that comment in many sermons by many priests about Mary.

FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION

Today we celebrate the Feast of the Assumption of Mary into Heaven - body and soul - however that works.

It’s one of the earliest titles and feasts of Mary in the Church - but it wasn’t till 1950 - that it was declared a Dogma - a Dogmatic teaching.

MARY: WE CATHOLICS GET HER

I come from a parish in Brooklyn, Our Lady of Perpetual Help.

We are in a parish here in Annapolis, Maryland, with the title of St. Mary’s.

We are Catholics and Mary is very much part of our life as Catholics - from names of parishes, to statues, to the rosary.

Some non-Catholics don’t get it - why we honor Mary so much.

She is not God. Some think that’s what we think. We don’t.

BOASTING  VS.  OH NO!

I think the comment in a poem “Our tainted nature’s solitary boast” can get us right into the middle of a most human need and reality.

We boast about our best; we put our head down about our worst.

We boast about Mary - who was our best - and in hopes we do our best.

She was presence - there for the whole life of Christ - from his birth till his death - from Christmas to  Good Friday.

She was in the crowd and in his eye sight - when he walked Israel and talked to Israel.

She thought of others at Cana - she thought of him and was there for him  on the way to Calvary.

We need people in our lives who are models and whom we can boast about.

PRIEST  SCANDALS  IN  PENNSYLVANIA

Yesterday was a horrible day for us priests - with the newspapers stuff about Pennsylvania.

Those we looked up to failed us.

I’m sure when people drove down Duke of Gloucester St. yesterday and today - when they saw this church - some of the news’ stories out of Pennsylvania  tainted this church building.

The pastor got e-mails that we better say something about all this - maybe come Sunday.  People look up to us to say something about all this - because this is a downer for us Catholics.

So today, that’s an opening salvo of quick comments today.

CONCLUSION

We priests are tainted - maybe that’s why we need someone completely untainted, Mary - and we boast about her - so on this feast we celebrate God taking her home to heaven - untainted. Amen.



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Painting on top: The Assumption of the Virgin, by Francesco Botticini [1475-1476] in Florence