Sunday, May 3, 2015


STOPPING  TO  TASTE A GRAPE

INTRODUCTION

The title of my homily for this 5th Sunday After Easter B is, “Stopping To Taste a Grape.”

“Uuuuuum!”  Want another grape?

Those who stopped to listen to Jesus - asked, “Where did this man get all his wisdom? Isn’t he the carpenter’s son?”

They must have heard Jesus giving them a saying or telling them a story - something about how we treat one another - how it ought to be of love - or we should hear our inner instincts for forgiveness. They must have heard him say something that was clever, challenging and creative. It might have been a parable that grabbed them. Whatever it was, it triggered goodness in them - in a way nobody else spoke.

ONE DAY IN THE LIFE OF JESUS

When and where and what triggered Jesus to squeeze  some wisdom from some grapes?

Was it a hot and thirsty day and Mary walked into the carpenter shop with plate filled with fresh grapes?  Did they have a vine with delicious grapes in the back of their house in Nazareth? Was it some grapes Mary bought in the market place? Was it from a sermon by the local rabbi at their local synagogue? The rabbi read some words from Isaiah - and then talked about being a good grape and not being a sour grape?

Or was it some morning or afternoon when Jesus went out by himself into the countryside? He spotted some grapes on a vine and he had a feast on grapes. Did he stop by a vine and study what he saw?  Good and bad grapes! There’s a message here. He saw vines with grapes. What happened here with these grapes that had withered? Where did Jesus get his wisdom about wheat and grapes?  Did Jesus like to sit under trees and watch farmers at work? Did he notice the birds or the air - and the foxes of the field? Did he know that wolves sneak up on sheep and grab them and kill them?

Did Jesus think about the meaning of bread and wine from the annual Passover meal? Did he watch workers in vineyards picking grapes - crushing grapes - throwing grapes into a grape press  - and the juice from the grapes - like red blood was rolling down the wooden sluices of the grape press.

Did he come up with his ideas about crushed wheat and crushed grapes dying - so others would receive life because of the sacrifice of seeds and the work of workers in the vineyard and the sickle cutting of wheat in the fields - and then the crushed wheat becoming flour - mushed together with yeast - and then baked to bring us bread.

Did he see a lamb slaughtered - realized it was sacrificed to feed and nourish a family?

Is this the way he learned - in the great classroom called life?

VISITING A WINERY

I’ve often heard people who visited a winery say it was a positive experience. I hoped I’d get to one eventually. I finally got to see one.

I listened to the owner point out how everything worked. I saw him give a signal to his wife to pour out different wines for the visitors - and on the table was bread and cheese - on small plates for all to eat.

We priests joke about the eternal question:  “Does this count for Sunday Mass?”  Has anyone having small pieces of bread and small glasses of wine at a winery ever with a smile on their face say, “Does this count for Sunday Mass?” Or at least notice how close it was to what a mass is like?

Well, I finally go to a winery. I don’t drink, but it was a learning experience. I watched folks starting to smile. I watched them as they paused to sip some wine and nibble on some bread. I only drink wine at Mass - but only a sip.

Well, when folks started to drink different types of wine - and buy some bottles, I walked outside - away from the crowd our tourists I was with. I went up to rows of grapes on the vine. At the end of a whole row, I spotted that the whole end of that row - had dead branches - dried grapes - dead fruit.  In an instant, I got the message.

TODAY’S GOSPEL

In an instant I got what Jesus said, as found in today’s gospel.

We are grapes - connected to the vine. Separate ourselves from the vine - from Christ the living vine - and we die because we’re not bearing fruit for others.

At times we need to be pruned.  Sometimes life is sacrifice. Sometimes life is all about dying to self - for others - and that reality gives life to us. In giving, in dying to self, for others, we experience new life.

Life is all about communion, remaining, being with Christ and in communion with each other. None of us are the only grape on the vine.

CONCLUSION

Get these messages about wine and the vine and we get the meaning of the Mass.

Get this and we get glimpses of what Jesus was saying and doing with his life.



Amen.
May 3, 2014

DOOR KNOB

You’re there. I’m here. A closed door stands between us…. Locked in or locked out?
What’s the difference? If this is like the last time,
and all the times before that, we’ll blame the other for closing the door between us. If this is like the last time, and all the other times before
and after that, we’ll blame the other for closing
the door between us. And we’ll blame the other
for being so closed - for being so stuck on being right. We really don’t remember who closed the door. What we remember is this: we’re both waiting for the other to be open, for the other to open up that d_  _ _ door and invite each other on to the other side of that door - to twist that door knob and greet each other once again.


© Andy Costello Reflections 2014

Saturday, May 2, 2015

May 2, 2015

DISTANT  DARK

Looking through the screen door - thousands of tiny photos
then night, then sky, then distant dark.


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015

Friday, May 1, 2015

May 1, 2015

SHORT LIST OR  LONG LIST?

I know I’m on various peoples long list.
They e-mail me once and a while. They
even know my name. Yet it’s those people
who have me on their short list that I am
forced to pay attention to - to make sure
I keep them on my short list as well.
I have never forgotten Jess Lair’s comment that if you have 5 friends in a life time - pinch yourself - you’re lucky - count yourself blessed.
Okay, I have to know those who touch the
tassel on my cloak and energy flows - 
with them I have a connection - a history - memories.
To forget them - too often - I might fall off their short  list and end up on their other list. Now that I don’t want to happen and that tells me who we really are - and who’s who on who’s list? Thank you friends. Thank you God!


© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015

Thursday, April 30, 2015

April 30, 2015


UNSUNG MORNING PRAYER

Close those prayer books…. Close your eyes ….
Silent your tongue …. Open your ears ….
Listen carefully to that soothing
morning music playing and praying
in your own back yard - birds chirping,
birds sitting on branches - music birds
musing and watching the sun light move up
the bark of the backyard trees. Listen to
that morning music in the wood - in the woods.
Listen carefully …. Listen very carefully.
Be in on the morning bird chirping music
now sinking into the surrounding woods.
Know that trees remember music and
sweet sounds - music remembered in
that wood - and someday we’ll hear all
that sweet harmony that has been
embedded in this wood. Music that
slips and steps into the wood of
these church benches  - into violins - 
into wooden flutes. So ….
Close those prayer books ….
Close your eyes ….
Take into your being the sound of all
the breezes and all that music
remembered in the woods….


© Andy Costello Reflections 2015


TROUBLE  IN  RIVER CITY

[This is a story based on something someone told me happened to their brother's family recently.  I wrote the story this morning for a high school Mass.]

Sometimes we never know what’s going on inside the mind of the kid in front of us in our home room. We see his skull - the back of his head - but we don’t know what’s going on behind those walls. We see the cover of the book - but we haven’t read the pages of that book.

Sit in that classroom long enough and we know they are bright … smart … a good athlete …. Or what have you. But that’s all we know.

Okay we also know their name - Tina, Tom  or Tony. We know what neighborhood they come from. We know they have two other siblings. And maybe a dozen more tidbits about them - but that’s about it.

This year - just 4 weeks ago - from Holy Thursday, Easter, and then the rest of Easter week this kid sitting in front of us was  in Disneyworld - first time for all the family - but Tom told no one in his class about the trip.

Actually, Tom really didn’t want to go - because it was a long car ride trip from River City to Orlando. It meant he’d be in the back seat - directly behind his father - in their dark red old Camry. Actually Tom liked that seat - because it was the best place, best space to hide out in a tight car.

Tom’s father was a yeller. Tom’s father was an angry man.  Tom’s father could explode in verbal outbursts all the time.

On the road it could be toll collectors.  “They’re too damn slow! There on their cell phones. They don’t give a damn about all us poor slobs trying to get to Florida - to Disneyworld.”

“Beep…. Beep …. Beep…. That driver in that blue SUV is an idiot!”

Tom’s dad could be a rapid roaring river.

At home it was mom who got yelled at the most. At other times it could be Tom. He had a brain, but he just wasn’t an A Student. At other times it was his younger brother. Rarely was it was his younger sister - she got away with everything. Yell…. Yell …. Yell…. So that’s why Tom didn’t want to go on a day and a half on the road - in a tight seated back of a car - with an angry at life dad with an acidic tongue.

To save money at Disneyworld, all 5 were in a small motel room - some 18 minutes from Epcot Center, the rides, the whole experience called Disneyworld.
At least once a day - usually in the morning - it was mom whom dad turned his cannons - his blasts - and fire power towards.

At least once a day - Tom would say to himself, “Why doesn’t she just divorce him.

At night, every weekend, when home, his brother and sister hid under their ear buds - trying as best as possible to block out - their dad’s rants.

All through the years Tom tried to hear his mom’s cries - console her - and keep the family together. Those who said, “The oldest in the family have the most responsibilities might be right.

Dad never said, “Thanks” or “Nice going” or “I’m proud of you son.” His sister might get a positive compliment once and a while.

Hey, one kid is usually, the favorite.

The noise, the rides, the background music, the scenes, the settings at Disneyworld, helped distract dad - a bit more than usual - but at least once every day - everyone got at least one shouting match - well not his sister as much - but his mom, his brother, and himself - they got showers of words and attacks written with red stink and words covered with barbed wire.

Tom’s brother had a good musical ear. He was the first in the family who would often start humming the musical score for “Trouble in River City” when dad would go into a tirade.  Even his sister would turn off her iTunes when started humming that song. And the funny thing was that their dad never knew it was directed at him.

Ooops one more thing…. On the way home they drove to their grandfather’s house. They had never met their father’s father before.

Tom was all eyes - without knowing he had an underlying question about his dad. “How did my dad get like this?”

He got the answer on that side trip back home. His father was a Xerox copy of his father.  Their grandfather was also an angry man. Their grandfather was also a yeller.

Tom wanted to ask his father, what was his grandfather like? Could he be in the path or 3 yellers.

That gave Tom an even deeper silence?  What about me?  What am I going to be like: my dad, my grandfather, my great grandfather - or a saint like my mom.

Time will tell…. Nope. I will tell. I will tell my friends and my family and my world, that I am Tom and I will be Peace. I will be  Peace  --- Peace that will be flowing like a river. Amen.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

April 29, 2015


THE BIG TABLE

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          all the food
          is on one side

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          people have problems
          passing things.

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          people have difficulties
          stomaching each other.

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          the first are first
          and the last are last.

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          people don’t like
          the seating arrangements.

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          people seem to want
          separate tables.

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          nobody realizes
          the table is round.

The whole world is seated
          at one big table,
          but the trouble is
          the next generation
          is waiting for the leftovers.