THE HOUR
HAS COME
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily is, “The Hour Has Come” [John 17:1]
As you heard - or if you read along today’s two readings from a book - did any words grab you?
I read the readings the night before and see what words
trigger wonderings. Then - I usually select a few that I want to know more
about - or that I hear a challenge from. Then I put together a two page homily
- for weekdays - and five pages for Sundays - 14 Pica.
Then when I hear the readings once more here at Mass, I can
hear some people - including myself saying, “What does that mean?” or “Please
explain that!” and I think, “Uh oh. Sorry! Not today!” That happened yesterday with the text from
Acts. I had put together 2 pages on the first sentence, but as I heard the
readings, I found myself saying, “What about speaking in tongues?” Or on Sunday
it happened with the gospel text about handling snakes and drinking poison?
Can’t do it all. Sorry. Next year or some other time.
So today a few words on, “The Hour Has Come” [John 17:1].
WE KNOW THE FEELING
I was thinking, “We know the sound and the feeling of those
words, ‘The hour has come.’” When have
we said or felt them?
Many Saturdays I see this happening at weddings here at St.
Mary’s. It’s 3 minutes to 3. The moms are about to come down the aisle - and
then the bridesmaids - then the flower girls and then the bride. It’s 3 PM. The hour has come. I go out into
the sanctuary with the best man and the bridegroom. I’m thinking to myself that
I saw this couple a year ago or so and here it is now - here it is vow time. It’s
time for them to make the marriage covenant!
When else do we have that same reality of time’s up? The
hour is here? Test results have just come in. We’re being prepared for the
operations. We’re walking up the aisle for the graduation. We walk in the door
for a job interviews. We see the car pull into the driveway. We’re about to
meet a son or a daughter’s significant other for the first time.
We like to watch a ballgame on TV at night. It’s a significant
moment when a kid comes up to bat or takes the mound for the first time in the
major leagues. What a kid has waited for - perhaps for many years - is finally
here. It’s show time. His or her parents are in the stands - which can add to
the stress and the moment.
NUANCES AND VARIATIONS ON THE THEME
As I thought about all this I began trying to come up with variations
on this theme.
There are moments we dread and there are moments we really look forward to.
A spouse or a parent is in hospice. The last few months or
years have been tough. The hour has come. A loved one is about to die.
Someone in the military in Afghanistan is looking at their
watch - 4 days and 22 hours I’m going to be on a plane out of here. This has
been my 3rd and last deployment. They start picturing the arrival
and the airport - and family standing on the Tarmac. They too have been looking
at their watch and clocks for months and weeks and now days.
Our high school seniors are about to graduate this Friday -
so too the Naval Academy - and so too our grammar school
- and so too the schools in the area. What is going to happen next. Time is
ticking. The hour is coming. We see someone handed a diploma.
We can do what Jesus did. We can make it a prayer - by
simply adding the word “Father” as Jesus did - making all these moments a
prayer, “Father, the hour has come.”
CONCLUSION
Time is funny. Time is relative - as Einstein said - and
people who have obnoxious relatives who visit them - know the clock moves
slower with some people than with others.
Time is relative. I know I pray better after the homily at
Mass than before it. Got that out of the way. Now I can move deeper into God.
Time is relative. I can’t wait for November 7th -
when we’ll have an end to obnoxious accusative TV ads and e-mails.
Time is relative. The hour is come. How long did this sermon
seem to take?
1 comment:
Time is relative but there is no time with God. Today is December 31; they want me to start all over again; like how much more can I give them. But there is no time with God. She has suffered so much for so long and so have we. But there is no time with God. The Mayans know; drink the Kool-Aid. But there is no time with God. When the hour has come whatever the hour, let it go and be with God. Because until the end there will always be another hour and those things are only important that are without hours, those things with God.
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