On Prayer: The Act of Contrition

 

An Easter Homily

When Mary got to the tomb on that first Easter morning, it was still dark. Still dark.

Dark as the Ukrainian night when there’s no power after the drones have done their worst.

Dark as the hospital room at 3 a.m., when the machines are the only ones making a sound.

Dark as the conscience of the one who knows what he has done—and can’t undo it.

Dark as the prison cell where a man replays his worst moment again and again.

Dark as the world on that first Good Friday, when last she saw his lifeless body and death seems to have had the final word.

She got there while it was still dark.

But wait, that was strange. Through the shadows she could see that the stone has been moved from the tomb.

And when she got back with Peter and the other disciple, she noticed something else. Not only had the Lord been taken from the tomb, but the cloths in which his body had been buried were left behind, and the cloth that had covered his head was rolled up in the corner all by itself.

Strange…for the only way that could have happened is if the Lord had come back to life, removing the covering from his head, and throwing it to the side, after which he removed the rest of the wrappings.

She must have thought about what Jesus said when he raised Lazarus from the dead the week before…untie him, undo the burial cloths so he can go free.

And just as she saw this, the sun began to rise, as an angel’s voice shattered the dark silence of every corner of the world, with the awesome glory of the holy light.

And as he rises, we need never be afraid of the dark, ever again. For he has destroyed all darkness and death, and everyone you have ever loved, every one whom you have ever buried with your tears, will rise with him on the last day.

What’s more, he has destroyed our sin, rising with healing in his wings, as he says to each one here: Be not afraid, follow me and I will give you rest, I will shepherd you from the dark valley of death to the bright glory of everlasting glory.

That’s what “Happy Easter” means. It means that this is the most blessed of all days, when, the Morning Star that burns undimmed redeems us all, and Angels sing the Triumph of our Mighty King!

Holy Thursday Homily

 Evening Mass of the Lord’s Supper

Homily

Jesus is here. In our midst. He told us as much when he said that “where two or three are gathered in my name, there are I am in their midst.” That is why, in just a few minutes, Father Shaughnessy and I will remove our chasubles and wash your feet, because the same Jesus told us that whatever you do to your brothers, you do to me.

Jesus is here. He is present in the priests who wash your feet, who strive to serve you in the image of Christ every day of the year. And Jesus is here in the Word which taught us these sacred realities and strengthens us in our faith.

But most of all Jesus is here, in the Holy Communion which we will receive, as we obey his command to eat his Body and drink his Blood. He is here in the true bread which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world, and he comes to live in us that we might live in him.

For this Holy Communion, this Holy and Living Sacrifice, transcends all time and space, and in the moment we come to this Altar to receive him we stand at the foot of the Cross with Blessed Mary and Saint John and partake of Christ’s glory, made one with all who are “called to the Supper of the Lamb.”

For in this Holy Eucharist we glimpse heaven, as the light of God’s glory pierces the clouds of our history and enlightens our way. 

Just look around you. Look closely, for you are surrounded by an unseen world of Angels and Saints, rejoicing and sharing in our Communion with Jesus. 

Look around you, for they are all here: Grandmothers who have gone before us in faith, the priests who built this holy house, and the our ancestors who intercede for us night and day before the throne of God. They are here, and this Church is crowded to overflowing tonight with all our invisible friends.

For they know how blessed we are to be called to the Supper of the Lamb!

On Prayer: The Confiteor

On Prayer: The Sign of the Cross

 

David and the Man Born Blind

God chooses in the strangest ways.

Jesse had seven sons, and one of them was to become the King of Israel. So, when he hears that the Prophet Samuel is coming to Bethlehem, he lines them all up.

He’s sure that Samuel will choose Elian, for his is the oldest, the tallest and the best looking. He’d make a fine kind. 

Not so fast, God whispers in Samuel’s ear. You might be impressed with him, but I have looked in his heart and he’s not the one.

So Samuel brings the second oldest, Abinadad. His name means nobility. And Shimeah, whose name means the famous one. And Nethaneel, who they called “a gift from God.” And Radii, the conqueror and Ozem, whose name means “strength.”

But God chose none of them, and Samuel turns to Jesse and asks “Are these all the sons you have?"

Well, Jesse says, there’s the youngest and he is our tending sheep. And you guessed it. God chose him to be King of Israel. The runt of the litter.

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In the same way, today’s very long Gospel begins with everyone believing that the man born blind is the biggest sinner in Jerusalem. For why else would God make someone blind, except because he was a sinner? He is an unworthy, unclean beggar in their sight. But of all the people in Jerusalem: the Pharisees, the scholars of the law, his parents, the Jews… Jesus chose him.

And he’s a not particularly bright or articulate blind man either. I love his testimony, the second time they call him to the stand and demand to know if Jesus is a sinner. “Did you hear him?” they ask. He says simply: 

“I don’t know if he is a sinner. The only thing I do know is that I was blind and now I see.” ‘And if God does not listen to sinners, and he made me see, how can he be a sinner?’

At which they become enraged:

"You were born totally in sin, and are you trying to teach us?"

And then they throw him out.

And then, our not too bright, but honest once-blind-man sees Jesus again, who comes to the point of the story:

”Do you believe in the Son of Man?” He asks him.

"Who is he, sir,” he answers, “that I may believe in him?”

And Jesus says the most beautiful words of the Gospel. He says four words to the once blind man: "You have seen him.”

And he says: “I do believe.”

For, in the end, we don’t need all kinds of fancy words. We don’t have to be the ones with the best reputations or the coolest names. We don’t have to be the best looking or the tallest or the strongest.

We just have to be chosen. As you have been. In all your littleness and imperfection, to know the Son of Man and to worship him.

Caring for the Sparrow: A Mission Homily

Be not afraid. That’s what Jesus tells us in tonight’s Gospel. Be not afraid.

Indeed, he says it three times, as if he thinks we might not believe him. And he may be right, as we live in a world that sometimes seems thick with fear.

We are afraid of growing old or getting sick or losing what makes us happy. We fear for the safety of our children, the direction of our country, and the well-being of the earth itself. We fear strangers and those who think differently from us; we fear being misunderstood, judged, or canceled. And beneath all these fears lies a deeper one: the fear that we are alone, that no one truly sees us, that our lives might pass without meaning.

And because he became a man like us in all things but sin, the Lord Jesus knows our fears; he has felt out fears and still he says, “Be not afraid.”

Which is why we observe Lent each year, a time to learn not to be afraid of the Cross. A time to learn to open our arms upon whatever crosses the Lord might send us and to know that they are but a sign of his love for us.

Which is what Jesus is talking about when he asks us to think about the sparrows, the cheapest little birds in the bird store…and yet “not one of them falls to the ground without God noticing it.” 

Wasn’t it nice to hear the old story about Saint Francis preaching to the birds again? I love how he calls them his brothers and sisters and thanks God for their wings, their feathers and their freedom. And the birds, the story goes, just patiently perched there and never flew off until Francis had finished. (Please remember their patience if you’re tempted to leave before the end of this homily!)

For this story of the little birds is not just a cute Hallmark moment, it is a profound insight into the heart of God, a heart which loves every creature, even the little ones with feathers.

And he calls us to do the same.  Just as God cherishes the birds and the turtles and the trees and even every man and woman on the earth, so should we. If God attends to the fall of a sparrow, we should not be indifferent to the ways in which life—human or non-human—is wounded, neglected, or destroyed.

That’s a pretty good lesson for Lent, the season in which we examine not only our private sins, but our habits of relationship—with God, with one another, and with the created world entrusted to our care.

Is that what we do?

Or do we sometimes forget the small, the poor and the overlooked—as if their falling realer doesn’t matter? Do we live upon the earth as stewards, or as consumers? Do our choices reflect reverence, or convenience?

Pope Francis once wrote that “Our relationship with the environment can never be isolated from our relationship with others and with God.” In other words, care for this world and everything in it is a concrete expression of discipleship. It is how paschal love takes flesh.

Jesus concludes the Gospel with words of astonishing intimacy: “Even all the hairs of your head are counted.” If God attends to such detail, then nothing, and no one, is beneath our care.

Not the sparrow.
Not the stranger.
Not the earth itself.

Lent prepares us to see thus way. It teaches us to fast from indifference, to give alms in the form of mercy and restraint, and to pray ourselves into the mind and heart of Christ.

So today, Jesus says again: “Be not afraid.” Be not be afraid to live gently. Be not be afraid to care deeply. Be not be afraid to love in ways that mirror the Father’s own attention to the smallest of things.

Not a single sparrow falls to the ground outside God’s care, and yours.