June 19, 2018
Thought for today:
“The quickest route
to
failure is success.”
Arthur Miller, in
Timebends: A Life, 1987 -
his
autobiography.
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 18, 2018
I WANT WHAT I WANT
WHEN I WANT IT.
The title of my homily is, “I Want What I Want, When I Want It?”
That’s my take on today’s first reading from the 1st
Book of Kings 21: 1-16.
Ahab wants a piece of property that doesn’t belong to
him.
Naboth owns the property.
Ahab wants that piece of property - so he can make it a
vegetable garden.
Hey that piece of property is right next to Ahab’s house.
Naboth tells Ahab that the piece of property is part of
his family’s ancestry.
Ahab gets angry - heads for his bed - angry. He is so angry he won’t eat food.
Ahab happens to be the king! His wife happens to be Jezebel.
She asks Ahab her hubby, “Why are you so angry that you
won’t eat?”
He tells Jezebel about Naboth - that he won’t sell him
that piece of property he really wants.
He tells Jezebel, “I told him that I would give him a vineyard
in exchange for his piece of property.”
Jezebel says, “A fine ruler over Israel you are.” Then
she says, “Get out of bed. Cheer up.
Eat. I will get you the vineyard from Naboth.”
She then comes up with an elaborate plot. She writes
letters in Ahab’s name - calling for a fast. She has Naboth up front in a religious
fast procession. She gets two scoundrels to accuse Naboth of cursing both God
and king. They scream, “Stone him to death.”
They drag Naboth out of the city and stone him to death.
When Jezebel learns that Naboth has been stoned to death,
she says to Ahab. “Go take possession of the vineyard!”
And Ahab starts on his way down to the vineyard to take
possession of it.
Stay tuned for the rest of the story!
I want to know the end of the story right now.
The title of my homily is, “I Want What I Want When I
Want It.”
Listen to all the conversations that have exactly that
same plot taking place around our world each day.
I want that driver to get out of the left lane, right
now, and get over to the right lane. Uuuuuuuh.
I don’t want that woman dressed the way she is dressed.
In church? Horrible. Terrible.
I want that waitress to get over here right now. Where is
that hissy hussy?
I want that sermon to be shorter, different, and to cover
something I want covered that is in today’s gospel.
I want my children to have their children baptized.
I want that guy to lose at least 95 pounds.
I want my neighbor not to cut his lawn at this time in
the morning - when I want to sleep.
I want that check out lady to move it - to stop talking
to the customer three ahead of me - come on lady, do your job. Move it. I don’t
have all day.
I want a bigger house - car - a less chewy steak - and no
pains in my back.
I want what I want when I want it.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
“FATHER”:
SOME WORDS ARE HEAVIER
THAN OTHER WORDS
INTRODUCTION
The title of my homily is, “’Father’: Some Words Are
Heavier Than Other Words.”
Today the word, “father” is heavier than other days. It’s Father’s Day.
It has or had much heavier feelings if your father died
and it was his funeral day or his anniversary day.
And it all depends who your father is …. how much the
word weighs on you.
If your father died, who was your father - and do you
have anyone to talk to about him? Tell good stories about him.
If he is alive, give him a great shout out - obviously -
today.
Compliments, “Thank you’s”, appreciation, affirmation, are important for
every human being - on Father’s Day especially - and at least one good one
every week.
If your dad needs to be forgiven - some people have been
hurt by their dads - please try to forgive him. I know a woman whose father was
drunk all through her growing up years - and when she told her psychiatrist, that
she forgave her dad in the hospital when was dying, the psychiatrist said, “Are
you crazy after all he did to you?” She answered, “I had to. I wanted to. Don’t
you realize it was just what I had to do for me too?”
There are stories and there are stories.
If you are a dad and you need forgiveness - say you’re
sorry and ask for forgiveness - but remember timing is everything - and a
spoonful of honey is better than a barrel of vinegar - every time.
Cuts and wounds - hurts and recovery - rebuilding and
repair - all take time. Lots of time. Lots of listening. Lots of understanding.
FATHER’S DAY
What does Father’s Day mean to you?
What does your father mean to you?
Father can be a heavy word.
I know a man who talks to his father every night. His dad
was a single dad - who raised him. His mom took off with another man. He thinks back on his dad a lot - going to
the cemetery on a regular basis. Sometimes we need places we can go to for
certain feelings and memories and tears.
HERE ARE A FEW FURTHER STORIES TO TRIGGER YOUR
STORIES AND YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THE HEAVY WORD, “FATHER”.
I’m only on page two of this homily - so let me present
some scenarios to trigger some further Father’s Day thoughts.
It’s Father’s Day 1970 and my father is struggling with emphysema
- his last year. He was 66 - born in 1904. I bought him a number’s painting of
the Last Supper - for that Father’s Day.
He loved painting close up work - as in doing windows and edges and corners. I figured
a number’s painting wouldn’t be too strenuous. About 9 or 10 days later at Moses Maimonides Hospital in Brooklyn New
York, he died. He was 66 years old. I took that painting back. He had only got to
number 3 - so I finished it in memory of him - as well as the funeral mass - which
was Jesus’ Last Supper - which we do in memory of him. I remember the painting being
over 53 numbers or so.
Question: How else and what else do I do in memory of
him? I know we both walk the same way - with feet pointing out.
My sister Mary and I are the last two left in our family
and I was talking to her today on the phone about our dad. She told me that my
dad bought these tiny rings - with my sisters’ initials inside them from
Tiffany’s in Manhattan - when she and when my other sister had their tonsils
out. When he got engaged to my mom, she didn’t want a ring. She wanted a watch.
So he got her a very delicate watch which he also got from Tiffany’s. “Suits,”
my sister Mary said, “he got Brooks Brothers every time.” I said, “Wow, I
didn’t know that.” She said, “He liked quality.” Then she added, “And this from
a man who never made over 100 dollars a week and had a 4th grade
education in Ireland.”
I was in Denver about 13 years ago - for a wedding. I flew out on Friday. I get
to the church around noon and there are about 200 men on line around a church
building. I asked in the rectory, “Who
are those men out there?” The secretary said, “Oh, they
are the homeless lining up for a noonday meal.”
I can still see that line. I keep wondering - after all
these years - how many men are there out there on lines - waiting to get some
food - and do their children know where they are? Did they just
get up and walk out - never to return?
Is that the story of all those cowboys out in the west in all those Western movies I’ve seen? Did their kids
spend their lives, wondering what happened to their dads?
One of my sermons was entitled, “What ever happened to
what’s his name?”
Obviously, I think about all the men I was with when they
pronounced their marriage vows in churches like this. Could I have done better
in preparing them for marriage and family life? Does God help? Does Church
help?
Obviously, I think about not being a father. What right did I have to do that - not doing
my part to continue - the family line? I am grateful for my brother having 7
daughters and my sister for having 4 kids.
Still I wonder.
I thank my parents for having that 4th kid -
me. Thank you mom and dad.
I just recently found out - this year - that my mom and dad got pregnant with number 5, but
that was a miscarriage - but it killed my joke to my brother and sisters: “The
youngest in the family is always the
best, because the parents finally got one right.”
It triggers the thought every priest hopefully feels -
that a priest is given the title “father” but he better live up to it. I
thought of that last Sunday night going to the hospital late at night - for a sick call - only to get there - and find out
they took the person to Mercy in Baltimore.
It hurts as priest - as Father so and so - when someone
complains - that I called and couldn’t get a priest.
It kills every priest when he reads in the paper about a priest
who abused others - ugh. Not too nice a day to hear that. There is a certain silence in the room when
watching the news with another priest or two or three - and the local news
tells about a priest, Father So and So -
was arrested.
CONCLUSION
Enough. You made your point. It’s Father’s Day.
As we heard in today’s readings, we’re all called to be
trees - cedar and mustard - giving fruit and shade - to others.
Sometimes we are green - sometimes we’re not. At some point we will wither and die, but in
the meanwhile, hopefully our lives meant a lot to a lot of people - like birds
finding a place on our branches. They nibbled and rested on us. Then they move
on.
And every tree - hopefully feels they helped - that they
were home - even if they were the tree
of the cross - some Bad or Good Friday years ago.
A PRAYER FROM YEATS
As Yeats put it in his poem,
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1894)
there is an imaginary land
“Where nobody gets old
and bitter of tongue.”
Well, Lord, I don’t believe
such a place exists, so
I know I’m going to get old,
but please save me from
having a bitter tongue.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
William Butler Yeats
[1865-1939]
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1894)
p. 12
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