BEING PRESENT 

IN THE TEMPLE

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily is, “Being Present In The Temple.”

This Sunday we’re celebrating the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord in the Temple in Jerusalem.

“PRESENT!”

We all know what the word, “Present!” means.

For starters it’s a gift! A present…. Christmas presents, birthday presents, and other presents. For example, the jewelry stores and your wife or your girlfriend - if you’re not married - are hoping you notice the jewelry ads on TV with the Super Bowl this evening - with February 14 in the wings.

“Present!”

Is the purpose of a present that it's saying to the other: “Present”?

That's the usual meaning of, “Present!”

We’ve all been in classrooms when they have taken attendance - as well as meetings - and our name is called out and we say, “Present!”

And we know from a thousand meetings and a thousand sittings in classrooms and church - we’ve all had out of the body experiences.

We’ve said, “Present!” - but wow we were elsewhere.

If the score is 28 to 3 at half time, if the meeting is boring, if the teacher or preacher is babbling - we know how to be elsewhere - in our easy chairs or hard benches.

“Present!”

TODAY’S GOSPEL

In today’s gospel we heard about Mary and Joseph taking Jesus to the temple in Jerusalem to fulfill what was written in the law of the Lord.

A man named Simeon had heard an inner voice - a gift from the Holy Spirit - that he would not see death without seeing the Christ of the Lord. “Christos’"  is the Greek - meaning "Anointed". It was the chosen word to translate the  Hebrew word "Masiah" - who was the hope - the king - the one who will come and make everything right.

Simeon comes into the temple just at the right time - and experiences Christ the Anointed one - the hoped for One - the Messiah.

That’s the ancient hope. We hear it voiced in today’s first reading from the prophet Malachi.

And in Simeon’s mouth Luke places an early Christian hymn or source - which becomes entitled in Latin, the Nunc Dimittis.  Simeon prays, “Now, Master, you may let your servant go in peace, according to your word, for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you prepared in the sight of all the peoples: a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and glory for your people Israel.”

Next appears in the temple - in the story from Luke - is Anna -  who is listed ad 84 years old - and she too experiences that this child is the one - the chosen one - the one we’ve all been waiting for - to appear - to be present in our midst.

GOD’S ANNOUNCEMENT: I AM WITH YOU ALL DAYS

We believe that God is everywhere - especially when we are nailed to a problem - a suffering - a stress - a cross - and often we voice what Jesus screamed when he was on the cross: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

Translation: I can’t hear you God. I can’t hear you saying, “Present!”

Yet with faith - and sometimes with great difficulty - we can make that act of faith.

Isn't that why we have churches - temples - mosques - shrines - dotting our globe?

Here in this town of Annapolis, isn't that the reason why we have the tall steeple - with its cross - high above St. Mary’s  - shining - even on crummy days - to give us a lift. 

I've noticed from certain windows at the Anne Arundel Medical Center - one can see St. John Neumann’s Church as well.

This is also why - as Herman Melville puts it - right there in beginning of the his book, Moby Dick, that everyone goes to the waters. We stand there at the shore - looking out at the ocean - knowing there’s more here than meets the eye. There's the great underneath - the different, danger, vastness, mystery, as well as life - below the surface. No water. No life.

We know this as we look at the moon and Mars and stars. No water. No life.  But maybe …. maybe …. maybe there is. 

We also look up at the vast skies - knowing by the year 3000 - telescopes still won’t see the far outer wall of the universe - whatever there is out there.

So we look up at the night stars - the dark spaces between the stars - and we sometimes pause and say, “God! Where are You? And sometimes - we do hear God saying, “Present!”

Isn’t that why someone or someone’s suggested or decided to put stars on our ceiling here - to remind us to look up?

“Present.”

Once more, isn’t that why we have churches - to remind us of the presence of God here and there and everywhere - especially when we feel God is nowhere to be found?

How many times have we been somewhere else and we see a church we've never been in before. We walk in. We’re alone or with the family. We think the place is empty. Then we hear a bench creak - and we see in the afternoon semi-darkness - someone sitting quietly by herself or himself - behind a pole or off to the corner.

So we sit down - or kneel down. We spot the red light from the tabernacle or light coming through the stained glass windows or the flicker of a dozen vigil lights and we pray for the intention of the persons who lit those candles that are keeping vigil for them in prayer.

Presence. 

Sometimes God says, “Present” and we hear God.

And we walk out of that church and things seem different for a while.

BEING PRESENT: A THEME TO THINK ABOUT

The title of my homily is, “Being Present In the Temple.”

Talk to each other - namely your spouse or your family or your friends about moments in your life - when you were in a church - and you had a God experience - or you had a healing experience - or you had a sacred moment - when it all made sense - when it all came together.

Being priest I’ve heard about lots of these moments from lots of people.

Let me just give you two moments of presence.

A man has 7 kids - 4 of whom were married. That raises the number to 11. He and his wife made it 13. And they have 7 grandkids already. That makes the number in the party 20.  He tells me they were camping - yes camping one summer - as a different kind of a vacation. It’s Sunday morning. The night before they asked around and found out there was a small Catholic chapel 17 miles away - and there was one Sunday Mass there - and it was at 9 AM. They went - and there was hardly any room in what was basically a chapel somewhere in Tennessee. Well, with the priest who did a circuit of Masses on the weekend  - that made the number 21 - and then there were 8 people - parishioners - 4 couples - so that made it  29 people present for that Mass that Sunday.

Well the man who told me this story told me that  it was the most beautiful Mass he ever went to in his life.  He said he felt so Catholic, so one with the whole Catholic Church around the world -  in that small chapel that Sunday morning. Then when camping that week the family talked about how nice the Mass was that Sunday. The parishioners - 4 older couples and a priest - were so happy to see the addition at their church of 20 Catholics - this family who were camping in their area  - that one of the couples invited the 20 for breakfast  along with the priest and the other 3 couples - to their house. And they feasted and had fun and they sat and talked for about 4 hours - and everyone found out who everyone was. Ooops. After a quick bite, the priest had to run after for another Mass in another small chapel at 12 o'clock - some 50 miles away.

The man said that Mass made coming to church ever since then different and more life giving.

Second moment….

I’m working in St. Alphonsus Retreat House in the Poconos. It’s around 1980. On Saturday night - we had all night vigil before Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. I finished benediction - and all the retreatants except one - leave the chapel. That one guy has a half hour or 20 minutes of prayer - alone with the Lord. There is a list outside the chapel - for who comes next and next through the night. The lights are turned down - leaving the candles on the altar for the light.  Without thinking I was jotting something down in a note pad in the sacristy. Then - I walked out of the sacristy - which was behind the altar - I walk past the altar - past the guy in the kneeler - praying - but he wasn’t there. It was dark - and I trip over him. He was laying on the floor in front of the altar praying.

“Ooops!,” I say as I tripped. The guy says, “No problem Father. I’m just praying.”

The next day the guy, his name was Leonard - and yes he was Len the Plumber - but not the one from around here. He sees me and I say, “I hope I didn’t hurt you by stepping on you last night.” 

“No, of course not,” he says. The guy was about 6 foot 4 inches - 280 pounds. 

Then I say, “What’s with the prayer on the floor?” 

He says, “That’s my Lord and my God there in the Blessed Sacrament.”

Then he pauses. Then for some reason he tells me the following. “Father two years ago we were digging out this big hole to get to some pipes. Well one of my sons was down deep in the hole. And the hole was deep. We should have used a caisson - but we were stupid. Well the whole thing caved in on him and he was trapped well below ground. I  grabbed a shovel and started digging, digging, digging, praying, praying, praying to the Lord - and suddenly my shovel hit him in the head and I said, ‘Thank You Jesus, thank You.’ I dug right there harder and harder and got to his mouth. I didn’t care if I was cutting him. I had to get him breathing. With God’s help I saved him.”

Then he paused, “So that’s who I’m praying to when I’m praying - the God who saved my son. Why wouldn’t I be laying on the ground thanking him for all he did for us. Praise God.”

I was glad I tripped over Leonard that night in that chapel - because otherwise I wouldn’t have known that story - a story that I have never forgotten - and that was from around 1980.

CONCLUSION

When we come to church - maybe the best thing to do - is just sit here quietly for a moment - and then hear God call our name - and we say, “Present!”  Or would it be better to just sit here for a moment and listen and hear God say, “Present!”