Wednesday, April 8, 2020

April  8, 2020





AUTOBIOGRAPHY

There’s one book worth reading…. 
We don’t have to write it, but that 
book would be really worth reading. 

It’s our Autobiography. Then again, 
It would be really worth writing. Give it 
a title for starters. You can revise it. 

Where were you born? 
Where have you been? 
Where did you hope to go? 

Whom have you met? 
Best days? Worst days? 
10 top things than changed you. 

10 top things you have learned. 
10 top books you have read. 
10 top surprises that surprised you. 

10 gifts you never expected.
10 twists and turns.
10 persons who changed your life.

Sit down at your computer. 
Pick up your pen. Get a 
spiral note book and write. 

For whom? For yourself. 
Then picture yourself reading 
it in your old age. Wow God! 

It’s for yourself, but picture 
your great granddaughter, 
finding it 3 years after you’re gone. 


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

April  8,  2020




Thought   for   Today


“Every day and every hour, every minute, walk around yourself and   watch yourself, and see that your image is a seemly one.” 


Father Zossima in 
The Brothers Karamazov

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

April  7,  2020


SATAN  ENTERED  HIM



INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this Tuesday in Holy Week is, “Satan  Entered  Him.”

Those 3 words - right there in today’s gospel – in John 13: 27 – hit me.

“Satan Entered Him.” Those words  entered into me.

That’s something that happens to us when we read strong stuff – and if a sermon has salty stuff –  we’re can be aware of what’s enlightening us – what’s challenging us - and what is entering into us.

We all have this current fear that the coronavirus 19 might enter into us.

It’s an invisible enemy  that can kill us – so we fear it – and we take precautions – to prevent it from entering us.

Is that why those 3 words in today’s gospel – ‘Satan entered him”- hit me.

INSIDE JOB

Down through the years, e.e. cummings words, “Be of love a little more careful than of anything”  has entered  into me.

I’ve have also thought, “Be of hate or hurt a little more careful than of anything.”

So too prejudice – so too anger – so too greed – so too what I’m watching on TV - so too movies - so too attitude – so too the atmosphere we can feel in  the rooms  we enter.

Without knowing it – without choice – without voting for it – we become what we read, what we see, what we eat, what we breathe in.

I love Tennyson’s words in his poem Ulysses, “I am part of all that I have met.”

We speak English because that’s the language that entered into as a kid in the playground and the playpen. “Give Little Johnny a turn.”  “Stop being such a baby!” “Wash your hands!” “Do your homework.” “Say your prayers.”

THE BAD STUFF

In a reflection for today -  in Give Us This Day -  Immaculee Ilibagiza says, “On April 7, 1994, radio stations in Rwanda transmitted a fearsome message: it was time to ‘cut the tall trees’ and eliminate the ‘cockroaches.’  Upon this signal, Hutu militia began the wholesale extermination of their Tutsi neighbors and moderate Hutus.  In the course of a hundred  days nearly a million people were killed – mostly by machetes and other primitive weapons. Many of the massacres occurred in churches, where Tutsis had sought refuge. That such horror could occur in a predominantly Catholic country raised troubling  questions about the meaning of evangelization. Nuns, priests, and catechists were among the victims. (In other cases, shockingly, they collaborated with the killers.) Church leaders, whether Catholic or Protestant, were largely mute.” [p. 96, April, 2020]

That’s tough stuff that entered into me when I read that last night.

I remember watching in shock some of that on television when it was happening. It happened again  years later when I was reading Immaculee Ilibagiza book – Left to Tell.   It’s all about this.


When – how many times – and in what ways did that attitude of anger and envy and smallness and “Kill!” enter into the psyche of some Hutus of Rwanda?

CONCLUSION:  OUR CHOSEN CALL

Our chosen call as Christians and Redemptorists  has been to bring Good News to folks – after it enters into us.

The hope is that we reach out for Christ and eat him up - as well as his whole body in communion.

The hope is that his real presence and his love and respect for all enters into all of us.

The hope is that the Word becomes flesh and consumes us.

It’s the same hope we have when we listen carefully to each other each day when we come into each other’s real presence.

It’s the same hope we have when we hear the first reading at each Mass.

Today it was from Isaiah. We read him. We listen to him. Hopefully he enters into us.  

Did you notice the two images from today’s first reading – that we become sharp swords and polished arrows.

Unlike Judas we’re not in this for the money – but for the feast!


April  7,  2020


OTHERWISE

How many people pause to think
what the other side, the flip side of
what they are looking at,  looks like?

Otherwise they might miss ½ of what
is right in front of them. Divorces are
inevitable and questions aren’t asked.

Wisdom comes by tragedy and stupidity.
Wisdom comes from questions and time.
Notice,  the wise in the word: otherwise.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020


April  7,  2020


Thought   for  Today

“Nothing  is  worth more than this day.”  

Goethe

Monday, April 6, 2020

April  6,  2020




SOME   WORDS

Some words have speakers
attached to them  - like those
birthday cards that play music
when you open them up. They
call for double postage but
some of them are neat ….

Take gravel – when I see that word -
I can hear it squirm under the tire of
my eye - as I drive over it on a page –
so too mention of cockroaches and
mosquitoes and crocodiles.  They make
my face tighten up and squirm each time.

Then there are words that are as smooth
as butter or ice cream – blue sky words –
easy on the eyes – easy on the ear.
Well then, I hope my words bring peace
and serenity and nobody sees me as
an alligator coming up a gravel path.
  
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

April  6, 2020



Thought  for  Today

“Every prayer reduces itself to this: ‘Great  God,  grant that two twice two is not four.’” 

Ivan Turgenev
[1818-1883], 
Prayer.