Sunday Homily, May 3, 2015, 5th Easter, B
Sorry for the delay. We thought we had sent this out.
Welcome Home Special Sunday for Mary Ellen
Readings:
Acts 9, 26-31, The Church was at peace.
Psalm 22, I will praise you, Lord, in the assembly of your people.
1 John 3, 18-24, Let us love not in word or speech, but in deed and truth.
John 15, 1-8, I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine grower. A metaphor, the vine and the branches.
Brooklyn says, "Hi, Everybody, Welcome in."
Acts reminders:
Author: Luke, the same who wrote the gospel. He was an educated, urbane Jew.
Date: the years 75-80
Subject: This is a travel log, detailing the spread of Christianity from Jerusalem to Rome and the Mediterranean in between.
Today: Paul is the subject of this week's selection. It describes how the community in Jerusalem was initially scared of Paul.
Genevieve says, "Hello, Everybody, Nice to see you again. I gained 1 pound since last Sunday, now 7 pounds."
Love not in word or speech?
The line in today’s readings that caught my attention was in the letter from John. Let us love not in word or speech, but in deed and truth. I have no problem with showing love in deed. But I have a problem with discounting the impact of words of appreciation and love.
An example.
It was probably 1988-89. My mom was still living in the house on Tulip Lane, where Rosemary & I now live. My sister had not yet moved in to be with my mom. I was just back from East Africa for about a year and a half. I was living at Jesuit & working on Lemmon Avenue at the Pastoral Counseling Center. My mom would die in 2-3 years.
Our Candle Lighters, Emma and Genevieve.
My mom and I are in the car. I am driving. Mom has an appointment at Dedman Hospital, LBJ around Marsh on the north side. I don’t know what for, but she was going to spend a night or two.
I am driving west on LBJ. At some point, my mom pats me on the right leg and says to me, “I’m proud of you.”
Sisters, Sienna and Brooklyn
Folks, I am about 48, almost 50 years old. I have spent 30 years in the Jesuits living all over the place. I have even just spent 10 years in East Africa and survived quite well. That spoken compliment from my mom really moved me. I can see the scene and feel the emotion just as strongly today as ever.
Spoken compliments, spoken words of thanks, spoken “I love you’s” are so powerful. They give life and they give inner peace.
Anybody around here have a Kentucky Derby Bonnet? Harper says, "Check out my Grandmother."
When was the last time you thanked somebody, complimented them, or told them you love them?
The Team, Mom (Michelle), Georgie, and Buddy.