07 January 2023

Some Thoughts on Epiphany


I’ve never been more terrified.  Every three year old knows how I felt…pulling the covers up to my neck in hopes that the witch and the monster I could hear in the closet were going to carry me away or eat me or make me scream.  And while they always went away in the morning, when the light came on, in the dark they always had the advantage.

Like when I was young priest, standing by the bed of the old man who was not going gently into that good night.  Actually, he was cursing and swearing at everything with a vehemence as scary and as loud, as it was desperate.  And I stood petrified, as I stared in the face of pure darkness and trembled before shouts of renunciation, professions of faithlessness, and an abject rejection of God.  It had never seemed so dark.


Except when I met the guy whose wife asked him for a divorce and told him she didn’t love him anymore.  He tried to reason that it was their son’s addiction, or their daughter’s unwed pregnancy, but he knew the darkness that was destroying their marriage was somehow leaking out of his own heart.  He’d stopped praying a long time ago and only went to Church when there were lilies or poinsettias.  He’d thought he plotted his own path for so long, but now he was lost in the dark, the dark that was in front and behind and beneath and all around him.  Lost in the dark.


Like a magus (singular of magi), wandering over hill and dale with all those camels and gifts, lost in the middle of the night.  All six of them: Gaspar, Melchior, Balthazar, the guy with the broken marriage, the young priest and the kid with the closet…all wandering through the dark night of the soul, looking for the star that rises in the East, for the morning star of our salvation and the refulgence of the Father’s glory.


Their journey to the manger in Bethlehem was what our beloved Pope emeritus called the “beginning of a great procession which winds throughout history.”1


 It is our procession, through all the dark nights of our lives: a never ending struggle between the dark deceptions of Satan, with all his pomps and phantasms and the blinding love of God who rises in the East with healing in his wings.


So, listen to me, every little kid afraid of the dark: you never have to be afraid, ever again!  For the Baby Jesus, who was born for you in the manger has destroyed all the monsters and witches and banished the darkness in which they hid.  Never again need you be afraid of the dark, for it is ever but a prelude to the coming of his light and the fullness of his glory.


Listen to me, every old man on the brink of death: you never have to be afraid ever again!  For he who was born in a manger in the shadow of a cross upon which he offered his last breath for your salvation, in his dying has destroyed all death. And he has promised that those who eat his Body and drink his Blood will never really die at all, but will rise with him to eternal life.


And listen to me, you who are so lost in the dark that you cannot find your way, I say: you never have to be afraid, ever again!  Follow the Magi in this great procession of humanity to Jesus Christ, to the God who was born in a stable, who died on the Cross and who, having risen from the dead, remains with us always, until the consummation of the world.” Follow him and him alone and you will know the peace the world cannot give, until you come to love in perfect light with him who the light for ever.


“Arise, shine; for your light has come, 

and the glory of the Lord 

has risen upon you.”3

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1 - Pope Benedict XVI, Epiphany Homily, 2013.


2 - Pope Benedict XVI, Epiphany Homily, 2012; cf. Mt 28:20.


3 - Isaiah 60:1.

05 January 2023

Solemnity of the Holy Mother of God


I noticed something different when praying about this Gospel a few weeks ago. Did you hear what actually happened in it?

The story starts right after the angels have appeared to the Shepherds, and so, Saint Luke tells us, they “went in haste to Bethlehem and found Mary and Joseph, and the infant lying in the manger.”


So, step one: the shepherds arrive at the manger. Then he tells us, once they had seen the child for themselves, they ran away as fast as they had arrive…telling everyone that they had seen the child, which the angels had told them was the Messiah. 


You can picture the shepherds, running around the town, banging on doors and awaking everyone up, telling them that the Messiah was in a manger. “All who heard it were amazed ,” Saint Luke tells us.


So, the shepherds are really the first evangelists, spreading the good news the the Lord has come to his people to set them free.


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Almost by contrast, Mary remains in the manger, and does two things. First, she “keeps all these things in her heard” and second, so “reflects on them.”


First, what are “these things.”  And here is what just occurred to me. When the shepherds arrived at the manger, I am sure they told Mary and Joseph what the angels told them. How their first words were the same as Gabriel spoke to the Virgin at her annunciation: Don’t be afraid!  It’s kind of a natural thing for angels to say when people see the bright lights and the glory for eh Lord surrounding them. 


But then they would have repeated the new that the angels brought “good news of great joy….for all the people,” that 

“today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Messiah and Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.”


So Mary is silently thinking about how she fits into these incredible events, and what it all means.


The original Greek word for what Mary was doing is sumbállousa, which literally means to try to put something together, like a puzzle. She had been given one piece of the puzzle by Gabriel, who told her that she would conceive a child in her womb by the holy spirit and she would name him Jesus, the Son of the Most High, who will rule over David’s house forever. And that he would be called holy, the Son of God.” And now the shepherds give her several other peeves to the puzzle: the baby she holds in her arms in the Messiah.

As our beloved Pope emeritus described it:

Although the Child lying in a manger looks like all the children of the world, at the same time he is totally different: he is the Son of God, he is God, true God and true man. This mystery - the Incarnation of the Word and the divine Motherhood of Mary - is great and certainly far from easy to understand with the human mind alone.

Like Mary, we ponder these things in our hearts. With our eyes we see a weak little baby, but with our hearts we embrace the Son of God, the one through whom the universe was made and who has come to set us free from sin and teach us how to love.