Sunday Homily, August 7, 2016, 19th Sunday Ordinary
Readings:
Wisdom 18, 6-9, The night of the Passover was known.
Psalm 33, Blessed the people the Lord has chosen to be his own.
Hebrews 11, 1-2, 8-19, Faith is the realization of what is hoped for.
Luke 12, 32-48, You must be prepared for at an hour you do not expect, the Son of Man will come.
(Less than amiable readings this week.)
Say Genevieve and John, "Welcome in Everybody."
Observations on the book of Wisdom:
What: Exploration of the meaning and value of wisdom. The author is the first to express a hope for immortality, a Greek concept.
Who: A Greek Jew who wrote probably in Alexandria, Egypt.
An observation on Hebrews: one of the most difficult books in the Bible.
Just watch how good I can walk.
Watch out for the Beauty
As you may imagine, I am not comfortable at all with the tenor of our readings this morning. Do you really think our God is a mean master sneaking around looking to snatch us when we have messed up?
No way. Instead, I would suggest our God is a God of gifts. We are challenged to be alert, yes, & watch out for the beautiful gift of the moment. And there are many each day.
Let me exemplify with three stories from Iowa and the Ragbrai bike rally.
If there is a candle lighting Olympic category, sign up our man, Cole.
Firstly, on the third or fourth night of our week we pulled into a scenic hilly town called Centerville. Our group of about 25 was invited by a couple to camp in their front and back yards.
I arrived about 4:00 and immediately went out to get something to eat. I returned and found the hosts, Terry and Kevin, had produced a huge spread in their driveway, hamburgers, brats, cookies, and two gallons of vanilla ice cream with, of course, chocolate sauce. I could not believe my eyes.
Camping in the shady yard of a beautiful Victorian two story.
I was most touched and thanked them over & over. This hospitality was a norm and it never ceased to catch me unaware and to touch me. Our God is a God of Gifts.
Secondly, the Air Force. Every year I see Air Force men & women in these marvelous blue & white bike outfits with big, upright wings on their back. I remember other years when we had 50 or 60. This year there were ca. 115, according to one guy I asked.
The Air Force, not only riding, all 120 plus of them, but helping anyone who came up with a flat, a dropped chain, or an accident. They were everywhere and I told them I was really proud of them. Sign up next year, Ryan, Chebino.
The men and women not only rode the 500 miles, they also stopped to help bikers who had a flat or who had dropped their chain. And, of course, they patched bikers up who had scratches & bruises. Likewise, they can phone in for an ambulance, of which I saw a bunch. I would see them all along the road. I am so proud of these Air Force people. Our God is a God of Gifts.
Likewise, David, himself stopped once and patched up a girl he saw fall down.
Oh, my gosh, where did I put my bike? A typical scene in every town we entered.
Thirdly, on the second day coming out of Shenandoah and heading toward Creston, going up a hill, I spot a three wheel bike with two people. One person is a woman in, say, her thirties. Next to her was an older man, slender with white hair. She is pedaling.
On the back of the tricycle there was a hand written sign. “My father is 81 years old and he has stage 4 cancer. This is his first Ragbrai.” Wow. Talk about being moved.
Does life get better than this??
This was only part of the story. A guy had ridden past this dad & daughter, had dropped his bike up the hill, run back down, and was pushing the three wheeler up the hill. Further up the hill I saw another guy had dropped his bike on the shoulder, and he, too, was running down to help push.
Our God is a God of Gifts.
And you were hoping to get through this town in how many minutes? And you still have not reached the town square.
Because of many of these & many other similar moments, when I finally arrived at the marvelous, mighty Mississippi, I just had tears streaming down my cheeks.
Our God is a God of Gifts.
What are yours today?
Our God is a God of the Gift of cuddly grandmothers for lovely girls like Zoe.