Sunday Homily, February 5, 2017, 5th Ordinary Time
Readings:
Isaiah 58, 7-10, If you bestow your bread on the hungry, then light shall rise for you in the darkness.
Psalm 112, The Just Person is a light in darkness to the upright.
1 Corinthians 2, 1-5, God chose the foolish of the world.
Matthew 5, 13-16, You are the light of the world.
Kristin and Everett say, "Welcome in, Everybody. " And we say to you, Everett, "Welcome into our world."
Isaiah reminders, again—(I lied again, Folks. I thought we were finished with Isaiah, my favorite, until next Advent. Nope. Not really sorry, though. We have him again Feb. 26, last Sunday before Lent.)
Author: This is Isaiah #3, the composer of chapters 56-66. Isaiah #3 lives after the Israelites have returned to the ruined city of Jerusalem. It is a very depressing experience after the exuberance of being allowed to depart from slavery in Babylon. Like returning to your shattered home after a tornado, hurricane, or forest fire.
Hi, Leo, good to see you.
Date: Ca. 555 before Christ, the composition. The Jewish people of Jerusalem are home again.
Subject: A great day will come for you Jews. You will be a bright light at dawn and your wound will be healed (of your defeat and slavery), if you take care of your neighbor, providing food, clothing, and shelter. The corporal works of mercy.
Welcome to our marvelous community, Michael Tuck. It is so nice to have you and you are welcome any time Ray cannot make it. Or even if he can.
Your Light must shine before Others
This is the fourth or fifth Sunday we have dealt with delightful readings that involve light, either receiving light or giving light. Guess what. I want to talk again about 3 people who are lights for me.
I have talked before about a guy whom I greatly admire, Jim Mahar, a professor of something like economics at St. Bonaventure University near Buffalo, NY. This guy just continues to amaze and humble me.
Hi, Harper. Welcome to the Queen of Girl Scout Cookies.
I first met Jim through Bill Hammond. He, I, and Bob McGrath, all went down to Galveston to help with the clean up and repair of the city after the hurricane Ike in 2008. It seems to me like yesterday and, yet, incredibly long ago.
There were 20-25 of us, mostly students probably on spring break. We stayed in a very hospitable Protestant church. The pastor himself was most friendly and accommodating. The kids had bunk beds on the left & right of the church. We old guys bedded down in a rectangular room with about 20 Baptist Men volunteers. I could talk about those guys all day, they are so good. The only problem that time: one guy in our dorm snored like a bear.
Buddy, our Candle Man of The Week. Thanks, Buddy.
These guys had an 18 wheeler trailer that they had rigged up with a number of showers. The people in the church community fed us 3 meals a day.
This was the first time I worked with Jim Maher. I also went to Moore, OK, a suburb of OK City to help with a tornado that passed through. And now just a week or so ago I get a facebook note from Jim, working with a bunch of St. Bonaventure kids in maybe the Bahamas.
Offertory, Cindy, Bill, and Marlene.
Jim is a bright light in my life. In fact, his light is blinding. I am exhausted just following him from one disaster to another. He and some kids even came to help in Rowlett last year. I did not get to help out, but Bill Hammond was there.
Secondly, I have told you about another light of mine, Coach Frank Hart, mostly bed ridden in a home for elders. I have been visiting Frank almost every Friday afternoon for some years.
Ready or not, here we go.
When I first started entering this house, I noticed the particular accent with which three black caretakers ladies spoke English. I immediately recognized from where that accent comes, East Africa. They were marvelous caretakers.
So one afternoon, I took a minute to speak with one of the girls who bubbled over with personality. I addressed her in Swahili, which I totally still remember.
Anybody know who these characters are??
Folks, I thought she was going to faint, drop her teeth, and go crazy. She yelled to her 2 girl friends and we had a marvelous time. They were from Kenya. Very caring, very courageous girls. Lights to me for their courage in making a better life for themselves and others, like Coach Frank.
The third group: our kids. They don’t have to do anything and I love them. I am so delighted with their presence, which brings light to our celebrations.
The "Juliets," just us ladies into eating together."
I have always welcomed little kids at the Masses I celebrate, and for sure, at St. Marks. I would normally invite them up around me during the Eucharistic prayer. One time a little boy knocked over the standing candles and another time a little baby barfed on my shoulder while I was welcoming her for maybe the first time.
Is this not a pretty tough group?! Hi, Carol. Love the hair.
Guess what, everybody was so timid and cowed they did not even stop me to let me know the baby had thrown up on my shoulder until after the Mass, when even I was beginning to wonder about where that smell was coming from. These events both took place in the big church, not the 10:30 cafetorium. That 10:30 crowd would have spoken up, probably laughing at me.
And another play station.
Again the questions:
Who gives you light?
To whom do you give light?