Sunday Homily, February 2, 2014, Presentation, Cycle A

Readings:

Malachi  3, 1-4,  Yes, he is coming, says the Lord.

Psalm 24,  Who is this kind of glory?  It is the Lord.

Hebrews,  2, 14-18,  That he might be a merciful and faithful high priest.

Luke  2, 22-40, Mary and Joseph took Jesus up to the temple to present him to the Lord.

 

Zoe

Zoe says, "Welcome, Everybody."

Homily by Mike

Helen Roberta Marina Lazio was the woman that my Father married. What do I remember most about my mother? She loved to pray. She said the whole rosary every day of the last 25 years of her life.  The Joyful Mysteries were her favorites for they fit well with her prayer to Mary. 

Recall that the Hail Mary begins with words from the angel Gabriel [Hail Mary full of grace; the Lord is with you] at the Annunciation event and are followed by Elisabeth’s greeting to Mary at the beginning of the Visitation [Blessed are you among women; and blessed is the fruit of your womb]. 

 

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Leo & John saying, "Come in, it's fun here."

 

The first two chapters of the Luke gospel give us the Joyful Mysteries: the Annunciation, the Visitation, the Birth of Our Lord, the Presentation, and the Finding of the boy Jesus in the Temple. Today’s Feast of the Presentation happens to be the fourth Joyful Mystery. 

To help us understand more fully today’s feast, let us take a short journey within the two chapters. It begins with the story about Zechariah and Elizabeth.  They are both Levites and he is also a priest. They are righteous before God and keep all the commandments of the Law; however she is barren. 

 

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Mike talking about the Presentation.

 

They represent Judaism that is not bearing fruit, they pray for its fulfillment and God hears their prayer. Their son will be John the Baptist, the messenger of our first reading.  Gabriel is now sent to Mary to announce that she will give birth to a Messiah king, and she comes to realize that the fruit she will bear fulfills the yearning and expectation of his coming given within the Law, the Prophets and the Psalms. 

 

Offertory

Offertory, Joe, Jimmy, Doug, Mike and Cliff, a rough crew.

 

Gabriel tells Mary that her elderly cousin Elizabeth is not longer barren, and immediately she sets off to visit her.  Elizabeth greets Mary with the words, ‘Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.’  Elizabeth and Zechariah know that Mary is to give birth to the Messiah, and they reveal the role of John the Baptist to prepare the people for his coming.   Now, recall the words of Christ, the Good Shepherd to Peter at the end of the John gospel. Three times he says, ‘Feed my Lambs.’

 

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Time to wake up, Tori, with her grandfather, Gil.

 

Lambs in the Gospel are those who have heard the words of the Good Shepherd and follow him.  So, we are now presented in the Luke gospel shepherds who are watching over their flock, lambs, when angels make them aware that the Christ child will be found in a feeding trough, a manger, wrapped in stripes of cloth, a shroud.

The shepherds are to perceive the Christ child as the Suffering Servant and Lamb of God of the Good News. The Word and the Bread blessed and broken are food for the lambs. The feast of the birth of Christ [Christ Mass is the Christ Liturgy] is a feast of the liturgy the Word and the liturgy of the Eucharist: food for the soul.

 

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Buddy looking for that Cupcake of The Week.

 

The Christ child [the Word and Sacred Meal that fulfilled the written expectation of the Law, Prophets and Psalms] in the feeding trough, the Church, is now intimately understood by Simeon in the temple when he says Isaiah’s words, ‘My eyes perceive the salvation which God has prepared for the nations, a light to enlighten the gentiles and the glory of your people Israel.’  

 

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Cowboy Cole and Diane ready to get inside out of the cold.

 

 In that same way we are to manifest the Word and the Bread blessed and broken in our lives, to become the Body of Christ in the world!  Liturgically we put on Christ to become the Light of the World when we are baptized in the Holy Spirit, receive a baptismal robe, and a candle lit from the Easter candle.  

Remember the song, ‘This little light of mine…’ Recall the Matthew verses of a baptismal liturgy: "You are the Light of the World. A city built on a hilltop cannot be hidden, and no one lights a lamp to put it under a bushel, they put it on the lampstand, where it gives light to all who are in the house.  In that same way, let your light shine before men so that seeing your good works they too may give glory your Father who in heaven.

 

Brent

Brent, the Soul's Harbor director, receiving $2000 from our community.


          

 

 

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    January 25, 2015, 3rd Ordinary Time B

    Readings:

    Jonah  3, 1-10,  The word of the Lord came to Jonah, saying…..

    Psalm 25,    Teach me your ways, O Lord.

    1 Corinthians 7, 29-31,   Let those having wives act as not having them.

    Mark 1, 14-20,   Come after me and I will make you fishers of people.

     

    Charlotte

    "Hi, Folks," says Charlotte, "Welcome."

     

    Jonah: This little book of 4 chapters is a gem and tells a delightful short story.   It is so good I would like to read it all, but will read only chapter 1 and most of chapter 3. 

    Background: Jonah has been asked by Yahweh to go to Nineveh in Assyria to tell the people & leaders that they are evil and will be punished shortly by Yahweh.  Trouble is, Nineveh is the enemy, like me going to Houston or Philadelphia. 

    So he runs away, catches a boat headed for Spain, is blamed by the sailors for causing a big storm on the sea, and is dumped overboard.  The whale swallows him and for three days Jonah is constrained to reflect on what he is doing.  When, after 3 days, the whale dumps him on shore, Jonah is more willing to listen.  We arrive at this point and I will have most of chapter 3 read.

     

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    Chloe, too, with her sister, says, "Welcome, Everybody.

     

    Author: For centuries, while people took this story as factual, Jonah was considered author of his own story.  Once it was seen as a fable or allegory, it is accepted that the story probably has some unknown ancient as the author.

    Date of composition: no one really knows, but educated guesses put it ca. 800 before Christ.

    Note: the story of Jonah and the story of Jesus' interaction with his future apostles are both about The Call.   1 Corinthians is really bad.  Just like last week.  Who in Rome chooses these readings?

     

    Emma

    And Emma, too, "Hi, Everybody."

     

    Reminiscing at 75

    This morning I would like to reminisce on the theme of call at 75.  I propose that calls can be blessings or gifts.  For example. 

    I see three big calls in my 75 years.  The first came when I was in high school at the old Jesuit on Oak Lawn.  I felt drawn to be a Jesuit & a priest. 

     

     

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    Kevin arriving ready to cover anything, Georgie, his partner, participating in a swim meet.

     

    I admit there was a lot of scare in this decision, scare that I was going to hell because of my sinful ways and the guys I hung around with.  I remember clearly one of the sermons commonly used with us guys.  You go out with your girl friend, you neck a little bit, you head home, you are hit by a train, and killed instantly.  You go straight to hell. 

    I remember the pastor at Christ the King telling the people that where you go will depend upon the people you hang out with.  Good people, you go to heaven.  Bad people, you know where.  I looked around and thought to myself, ‘I know where I’m going.’  I look around now and see some of my best friends, one a lawyer, another a banker, and my friend in Chicago, FBI.  On second thought, I still don’t know where we all might be going.

     

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    Leo and Brandon, buddies.

     

    Trouble is, now I don’t think there is a hell thanks to my Jesuit training. I grew up in the Jesuits.  We simply had to.  I used to look at some of my classmates in the military and thought they were lucky.  We entered the Jesuits in those days and never went home for anything, weddings, special events, maybe funerals of parents.

    With all this, my decision to follow this inner call to be a Jesuit was an enormous blessing.

     

     

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    Cupcake of The Week to Doug for entering a new decade.

     

    It led me to a second momentous blessing in my life, my years in East Africa, especially Tanzania.  I really had to learn how to adapt.  I learned Swahili and in the process discovered I have a gift for languages.

    A high moment for me during maybe my 8th year came one afternoon when I went to a market in a big shed at my base near Kilimanjaro.  I had an old Tanzanian who was a buddy.  He sold fruits and veggies.  I always chatted with him when I was in town.  One day after we had chatted, a little old lady asked him, while I was to the side picking fruit, was I one of them, their people. 

     

     

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    Cupcake, really a power bar of the week to Sir Charlie in another decade.

     

    I used Swahili so good she thought I was an ndugu, which means something like a brother, something I would never had used for myself.  The old guy told me and I was floored.

    Then I was somewhat unpleasantly invited to go back to the States, which led to the third most incredible call and blessing, Rosemary and marriage.

     

     

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    Emma and Cole signing a birthday card.


      
    Looking back I returned to the States with a loneliness that I picked up in Tanzania and a much different perspective on marriage that I also picked up from the people, the priests, and even the bishops and a particular cardinal.  Tanzanians deep inside think not getting married is contrary to the laws of the universe.  I came home with this and I now could not be a happier person.

    Finally, a side effect call and gift: you people, our community, the gift and the fun I receive from you every week.

    Calls can be marvelous gifts and blessings.  I have had three and a half marvelous ones. 

    And you?

     

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    Peace is Emma with Aviana.

     

     

  • Sunday Homily, August 27, 2017, 21st Ordinary Time

     

     


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    Guess who is back, Everybody, Wendy!  And she is expecting. 

     

    Readings

    Isaiah 22, 19-23,    I will pull you down from your station.

    Psalm 138,   Lord, your love is eternal; do not forsake the work of your hands (one of the best psalms on gratitude)

    Roman s 11, 33-36,  How unsearchable his ways.

    Matthew 16, 13-20,  You are Peter and upon this rock I will build my church.  

     

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    Not only is Wendy back, but also her parents, her sisters, and their kids.

     

    Matthew observations–

    Biblical scholars agree that Jesus did not say what is in this little story.  Rather, the Matthean community shaped a highly stylized scene that attempted to establish Peter's position as leader of the new community.  The writer, because he wants to authenticate Peter, creates a scenario where Jesus makes Peter The Man.

     

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    Like, Sheena and her Rocco.

     

    Isaiah observations—

    1. Notice the chapter, number, 22.  Students, as you are, of Isaiah, my favorite, will immediately know this is Isaiah 1.  Chapter 1-39 make up Isaiah 1.  Isaiah 2 and 3 follow.
    2. Since it is Isaiah 1, you will know that the composer lived before the Babylonian Captivity, which took place around 555 before Christ.  Isaiah 2 is composed during the Captivity.  Isaiah 3, whom we had last week, works after the Captivity.
    3. Knowing that things were not good before the Captivity, you can guess that Isaiah 1 is critical of Israeli life.  You would be correct.
    4. Our selection today is both critical, “I will pull you down.”  But it is also talking about a better day.  

     

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    Emma, our Candle Lighter of The Week in action.

     

    I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with all my heart ;

    In the presence of the angels I will sing you praise

    When I told Rosemary a day or so ago that I wanted to talk about thanksgiving and did she have any ideas, ( She often has good ones.)  she says to me, “Why do you want to talk about thanksgiving ?  This is August, not November.” 

    “You love this Psalm 138 almost as much as I and I can’t be grateful enough,” I responded.  Consequently, I have 4 delights I am grateful for this morning, and Rosemary reminded me of all 4.  They are an unexpected delight, a seasonal delight, a nocturnal delight, and a constant delight.

     

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    Says Tori, "Hi, Everybody."

     

    The first delight, then.  Parakeets, wild parakeets.

    When Rosemary & I ride our bikes around the jewel of White Rock Lake, we begin at Royal Lane & Greenville, we ride south on the White Rock Creek path to NW Highway, and then we pass along the eastern shore of the lake to the very southern edge, where we stop for a break at a shady boat house.  Not always, but occasionally we are welcomed by a whole bevy of green parakeets.  These parakeets are famous in Dallas

    This past week they welcomed us raucously every day.  It was especially a delight because we introduced Carrie to our little friends.   For this unexpected delight,  I give thanks.

     

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    Hi, Carol, you look great, along with Richard and Bernadette.

     

     Secondly, the delight of a landscape.  The seasonal delight took place on the White Rock Creek path.  Rosemary & I are going north on the path back to our car.  We have passed under the Skillman St. Bridge and passed over a small scenic, steel & wood bridge heading for the tunnel under Abrams Rd. 

    I glance up from watching the cement path and what I see was so touching, about 300 yards of the path winding ahead of me through dark woods, the rich green grass recently mowed, and, framed by the forest in a V image, the  sky so blue it took my breath away.  I wanted to stop.   For a seasonal delight, I give thanks.

     

     

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    The Minor Elevation.

     

    The nocturnal delight took place after I had gone to sleep Thursday night.  Rosemary comes into the bedroom and whispers that the movie event for Souls Harbor came off really well and that the best part for her was that a whole bunch of our community was all there together.  I went back to sleep proud of you people. For a nocturnal delight, I give thanks.

    The constant delight is the non-stop generosity and the always ready to help presence of John Cade and Mike Carrell.  What would we all do when Rosemary wants go on a cruise or go visit her sister in Hilton Head, if it were not for you two guys?

    For you two constant delights, I give thanks.

    What delights you are grateful for?

     

     

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  • Sunday Homily 6-22-08, 12th Ordinary Time

    Readings: Jeremiah 20,10-13; Psalm 69; Romans 5, 12-15; Matthew 10, 26-33

    Jeremiah: one of the 3 great prophets along with Isaiah & Ezekiel.  He lives just before the defeat & destruction of Jerusalem 650 years before Christ.  He foretells the catastrophe, warning the Hebrews that their sinful ways will lead to destruction.  He lives to see the event, but also prophesies that the exile will be temporary and that one day the people will return to Jerusalem.

    Jeremiah was unpopular with the people because of his warnings.  Today's reading shows him bitter and complaining about the people. 

    Aviana  

    As Good as Sparrows, as Good as Aviana?

    In February, when we put our little dog Naomi to sleep after 15 years, Rosemary & I debated whether we would ever want to get another dog.  Putting her to sleep was one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life. 

    Around Memorial Day, however, Rosemary began to look on line just a bit.  Shih-tzus were our favorite, but we entertained other types of small dogs.   In fact, our vet had recommended a woman in East Texas who occasionally raised a litter of maltipoos, a mixture of maltese & poodle. 

    Last Wednesday we took a trip to East Texas.  We had two ladies to visit, the one recommended by the vet and another who raised shih-tzus.  On the way we debated: yes or no.  We decided to just look.  

    Well, so much for looking.  In fact, the hardest thing was coming home without one of each. 

    Behold Aviana, a maltese-poodle mix whose name comes from the air base north east of  Venice, where we visited Michael & Lydia on our spring trip.  The base is Aviano; we made it feminine.

    Do I have any doubts or reservations now that she is part of our family?  No, not one.  In fact, I am reminded every day why she is a special gift.  A couple of observations.

    Do you realize that she is not afraid?  I think she is like all of us when we are born.  When do we begin to be afraid?  I know how Aviana could become afraid.  If I treated her mean & rough, and abused her.  Matthew recommends that we be afraid not of the person who kills the body, but of the person who kills the soul.  I would suggest the word spirit instead of soul.  Abuse kills the spirit.  At the least it wounds the spirit.

    Yesterday I was working on line and Aviana was lying under my feet sound asleep.  Not on her tummy or on her side.  She was lying on her back with her legs and ears splayed out.  Talk about trust.  Lack of fear.

    Matthew says that we need not fear because we are worth more than many sparrows.  Am I worth as much as one Aviana? 

    Second observation is that I see the acceptance of God in the behavior of Aviana.  I saw it in Naomi.  I walk in the house and receive not just unconditional acceptance.  I encounter excited & joyous celebration.  I am amazed and touched.  We hear a lot about how we will be judged a sheep or a goat at the great roundup.  If I am lax, God will come like a thief in the night and hurl me into hell for being caught off guard. 

    My preference is to see the acceptance of Aviana as reflective of the acceptance of God.  She is another of those little creatures we talked about last week.  She is another metaphor or parable about God's acceptance of us as we are. 

    Patricia

    Aviana is not afraid of us.  She amazingly trusts us.  Moreover, she accepts and celebrates us just as we are.  

    How does she symbolize or not symbolize your relationship with God? 

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  • Sunday Homily, November, 18, 2007, Thanksgiving

    Readings: Sirach 50 22-24; Psalm 113; 1 Corinthians 1, 3-9; Luke 17, 11-19 (these are the readings for Thanksgiving, Nov. 22, page 88 in our booklets)

    Sirach: Another book from the Apocrypha, a book of religious, moral, and practical sayings.  Our selection is a benediction reading in the spirit of thanksgiving.

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    My Blessing of the Year

    Last October when we were having that gorgeous stretch of Indian summer, I took the Dart train downtown to have lunch with a friend.  I got on at Forest Lane and got off at Pearl just down from Thanksgiving Square.  Because I love to look out the front window as well as the side windows, I grabbed as usual a seat in the first car. 

    At the Walnut Hill Lane Station or Northwest Highway a young, attractive woman in her late twenties got on, crossed the aisle, and sat in the seat reserved for handicapped.  She had with her a beautiful male golden retriever who sat in front of her with his handsome head slightly out in the aisle. The woman was blind.

    How I admired this woman’s courage I can hardly tell you.  Here she is blind, with a beautiful dog, riding public transit, and going down town.  All sorts of accidents can happen.  She gave me one of those gratitude moments. 

    With all she had, she could not see, could not see the marvelous blue of the sky that day, the sparkling shades of green that passed the windows of our train, she could not see the variety of people who shared the car with her.  That woman’s presence moved me. 

    I was humbled and became aware of the gift I have.  I can see the colors and the people, and how often do I not savor nor appreciate.  That day I did. 

    We are coming to the end of our year.  Thanksgiving arrives Thursday.  It is time to contemplate our past and ask ourselves, What are my blessings this year? 

    I can think of three and I bet you may know what they are.

    First was our February trip to East Africa, Tanzania & Kenya.  For me it was a double gift.  The more important part was that I was coming home after 20 years, that I felt immediately at home, and that I had no rancor in my heart of how my time ended there.

    Secondly, our Sunday morning community.  I look forward to being with you people all week and I live for days on the consolation of our celebrations.  The contributions we have been able to make as a community: the blood drives, the pharmacy in Mexico, the house we helped to renovate, and yesterday’s house project in union with Lakepoint Church.  An amazing year.

    Third and most important, being married to Rosemary.  It is continually better than I could have dreamed.  I am a better priest, a better psychotherapist, and a better, more whole human being. 

    Ever since I witnessed that blind girl & her retriever get on the Dart train, I have been in a more grateful state.   

    What are you most grateful for this year?

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    To help us focus on gratitude we have a Thanksgiving Tree which will morph into a Christmas Tree each of the Sundays leading up to Christmas.  Near the tree, which is bare now, you will find paper ornaments with a ribbon attached.  You may write your blessing of the year on one of the ornaments and attach it to the tree. 

    Kids will find ornaments that have a picture to color and a blank space on the back for the blessing.  You can even take one home, discuss the blessing with the family, and attach it next week.  Each week I may read anonymously a couple of blessings.  Welcome.

    What are you most grateful for this year?

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  • Sunday Homily, 4-24-11, Easter

    Readings: Acts of the Apostles 10, 34-43; Psalm 118, This is the The Day the Lord has made, let us & Rejoice and be Glad; Corinthians 5, 6-8; John 20, 1-9. 

    Acts observations—(Author, Date, Place, Subject)

     Author: This is Luke, the physician, the companion of Paul, the Gentile writing for Gentile Christians, and the same Luke who wrote the Gospel of Luke.

     Date: Around 65 years after Christ.  Probably just before the destruction of Jerusalem and the temple (70 C.E., a big date in Jewish history), or Luke would have probably mentioned it. 

    Beginning 4-24-11 
     

    Place: probably Ephesus, today a ruin on the west coast of Turkey south of Constantinople.  Once this town was a major Christian center.

     Subject: the material works like in concentric, expanding circles, beginning in Jerusalem and ending in Rome after touching Judea, Syria, Ephesus, & Europe.  It treats activities in the early Christian community, some of which may describe the way they wished things were. 

     Sources: Good News Bible, New Interpreter’s Study Bible, St. Louis U. Jesuits’ Liturgical web

     Offertory 4-24-11

    Easter Life All Around Us

     I had an Easter Event happen to me recently.  The event took place on a bus.  Bus number 64.   An ordinary bus and not an ordinary bus.  It is a Parisian bus that runs from the Eiffel Tower on the west and what is called the left bank, through the historic center of Paris, for example the Louvre & Notre Dame, over the river Seine to the right bank, to a beautiful park near the former location of the Bastille on the east side. 

     I am on this bus at about 6:00 P.M., rush hour.    I have caught the bus going in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, where Rosemary, Mary Ellen & I have a small hotel.  I caught the bus just after it crossed the Seine.  The bus is pretty full and I am able to get into my favorite nook, a place I can stand next to the window on the left side, half way down the bus, across from the exit. 

     Three events occur on this bus that make it an Easter event for me. 

     First, we are moving in heavy traffic on a four lane street, one way street which will divide into two right & two left.  The bus is going right & is in the middle lane.  On the left side of the bus is a black Mercedes.  He is in the middle lane going left, but wants to go right like we are.  The bus is in the way.  The driver knows he is there & what he wants to do.

     What do you think he did?  To heighten the drama, the Mercedes has a German license plate.   Remember, France was defeated and occupied by Germans in WW II. 

     I am watching all this. 

     What the bus driver did was stop and let the German Mercedes go in front of him.  I was rather stunned.

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     Next, secondly, a white woman in her 40’s gets on and works her way down the aisle which is full mostly of men & young people.  Ahead of me and on the opposite side of the bus are 4 seats facing the aisle, each with a man seated. 

     After a couple of moments the youngest, a guy about 19-22 gets up and offers the lady his seat.  He is self conscious.  He is Arab or North African.  The lady declines and he returns to his seat. 

     Again I am moved by the simple goodness of a person.

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     So what do I do? This is the third thing.   I want to go over and hug this kid.  I’m thinking I should say something.  I start memorizing 2-3 sentences in French.  The bus is filling so that the aisle is packed between us.  I am beginning to have doubt.  These French speakers will think I am a stupid American trying to use French. 

     Suddenly I notice I have missed my stop.  I have to reach through the crowd.  I press the button.  I know I have a three block wait, so I plunge into the crowd, get to the kid, and tell him he did something good.  I am happy with him.  Everyone looks up and the kid smiles, sheepishly. 

     I jump off the bus.  I feel exultant. 

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     There are Easter events & Easter people all around us, folks.  It is like our Great Easter Egg Hunt.  What is your Easter event?

     Picture 1:    Easter Mass Beginning      

     Picture 2:    One Family Offertory, Christine, her daughter, Megan, grandmother Diane, & Chris's sister D'Arcy

     Picture 3:    Kids' Korner

     Picture 4:    Believe it or not, the Quads

     Picture 5:    The Great Easter Egg Hunt 

     

     

  • Sunday Homily, October 27, 2013, 30th Ordinary Time C cycle

    Readings: 

    Sirach 35, 12-14, 16-18, He hears the cry of the oppressed.

    Psalm 34,  The Lord hears the cry of the poor.

    2 Timothy 4, 6-8, 16-18  I have competed well.

    Luke 18, 9-14, Two people went up to the temple to pray.

     

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    Could it be Halloween time again? Spider Man Cole.

    Sirach observations:

    Again we take
    up one of the books of the Apocrypha, the 12 books written in Greek and not
    originally considered part of the Bible.  This book is basically a
    collection of Jewish wisdom statements and teachings, like, "A father who loves his son will whip him often, so that he can be proud of him later." 30, 1

    Who:  Joshua, who was translated from Hebrew into Greek by his grandson.

    Date:  ca. 200 years before Christ.

    Our selection in chapter 35 talks about the nature of god
    and what happens to the person who serves god.  It sets up Luke's parable
    about the pharisee & the tax collector in the temple.

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    Sophia.



     Self-righteous,
    Me?

    I love this little parable about the two people who went up to pray in
    the temple.  Two lines are especially
    sneaky.  The first line is where Jesus
    says he has a parable about people who are convinced of their own righteousness
    and who despise everyone else.  That old
    sense of superiority.

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    Zoe with her Cupcake of The week for 5 years.

    That’s me!  I’ll give you an
    example.

    I mentioned once that I think I am a hot bike mechanic.  Well, I also can think I am a hot shot bike
    rider.  I have ridden the 5 Boro in NY, the Hotter ‘N Hell
    Hundred, and I have ridden across Iowa for a week.  Hot Stuff.  Am I not super?

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    Ben with his Welcome Home Cupcake for him and Sophia.

    One morning this past summer Rosemary & I went for a ride around The
    Lake, White Rock, The Jewel.  We picked
    up the White Rock Creek Trail at Northwood Park on Royal Lane just east of
    Central.  It is about 4 miles to The Lake. 

    I have what I call “rabbits.” 
    Rabbits are other bikers I want to beat, 
    motivators for me to really push it. 

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    Mr. Buddy ready for Halloween.

    This particular morning as Rosemary & I are getting our bikes set up
    at the parking lot, I see three guys go zooming by heading for the lake.  When I tell Rosemary that I think I see some
    rabbits, she knows what that means.  We will
    start together and I will race ahead to catch these characters.  Then I will wait for her at our arranged meeting
    place on the north bridge over The Lake.

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    Zoe and Emma.

    So I take off after these three bikers.   I can see them in the distance
    occasionally.  They have all the colorful
    clothing and good street bikes as opposed to hybrids.  They are a challenge.  I follow them under the bridges at Walnut Hill,
    Fair Oaks, Abrams, Skillman, and even the Dart Bridge. 

    I finally come up behind them just before the Northwest Hwy. Bridge.  I follow them for a bit, watching for an
    opportune straight stretch so I can pass them. 
    We are all moving at a good pace, 16-20 miles per hour. 

    Harper 10-27-13

    Harper.

    Suddenly I notice something about the third guy.  He has a withered right leg.  I don’t even know how he pedals his bike, let
    alone pedaling at such a pace on this winding trail.  His leg is there and his foot has a shoe, but
    it is like shriveled up.   He must use the leg as just dead weight to
    push down the right pedal.

    I cannot pass them.  I am
    embarrassed at my own sense of superiority and impressed with his
    achievement. 

    Torri 10-27-13

    Torri at it.

    Where they finally went I do not know. 
    We parted when I stopped at the north bridge to wait for Rosemary.   I have never seen the guy again.  Was he some divine messenger sent to humble
    me, to say to me ‘Whoever thinks he is superior will be humbled’?  The second good line.

    A blessing hidden in biking is that just as soon as you think you are hot stuff, along comes somebody who rides by you like as if you are waiting for the Dart train.  Try, try, and try as I might, I cannot catch that person.

    I confess I still chase rabbits, but I often think about the man with
    the withered leg.  And feel appropriately humbled.  

    Over whom do you feel superior?



    Emma 10-27-13

    Emma arriving ready.