Sunday Homily, September 23, 2018, 25thnd, Ordinary Time
Harper says, "Welcome in, Everybody."
Readings:
Wisdom 2, 12, 17-20, The wicked say.
Psalm 54, The Lord upholds my life.
James 3, 16-4 3, Where jealousy & selfish ambition exist, there is disorder.
Mark 9, 30-35, Whoever receives one child.
Our Candle Lighter of The Week, Victoria.
Wisdom observations:
What:One of the 14-15 books of the deutero-canonical books of the bible. Not OT nor NT, but in between and the subject of controversy over the centuries. The “in between books.” Were they really part of the bible or not? How do you know? Catholic church accepts the books.
Subject matter: the book makes use of traditional Jewish material, as well as ideas borrowed from Greek philosophy, in order to teach that God rewards those who are faithful to him.
Georgie reads the Blessing of the Autumn Candles.
Author: not Solomon, but a Jew living in Alexandria, Egypt who wrote and spoke excellent Greek. The book is sometimes called “The Wisdom of Solomon.”
Date: ca. 100-200 before Christ. How do we know these facts? Because of text analysis. For example, while the author wrote in Greek, he uses phrases and expressions that have a Hebrew flavor. Also, he mentions rulers and places that reveal date and locale.
Our Selection: what a wicked person thinks should be done with a good person–beat & kill. This links up with the suffering servant poem from 2 Isaiah last week. Jews think the good person getting beaten is the Jewish race/nation. Christians think the person is Christ.
James: presents a pretty negative image of people. What would be a compassionate image?
The Best Music, Ben at his Best.
Says the child, “Numero uno or last??”
This morning I would like to talk about receiving the child. In particular, I would like to focus on the inner child, the child inside all of us, even in old geezers like myself.
I also want to say a word about the notion of being first or last.
What did you do, Gil? You got Gene, Bern, and Loretta all laughing.
To exemplify the points, a story. I have used the story before. It is too good to bury. The story, the musical play Most Happy Fella.
The play is about a guy named Tony, middle aged Italian American, successful wine maker from Nappa Valley, and a bachelor.
He eats in a restaurant one evening in, say, Chicago. He likes the waitress and leaves her a note with his tip, despite his shyness. They begin a long distance correspondence and start to get close. Both are looking for partners.
The Offertory Team (all characters!): Jan & Sir Charlie, Teresa & Tom (who lost all their checked luggage before they began their cruise.)
They decide to exchange photos. Tony, who has been taking a lot of risk because he is so shy, is afraid to show her his picture. He thinks he is too old & too ugly. So he sends her the photo of his handsome young farm foreman. The foreman has already told Tony he is planning on moving on anyway.
So Tony and his girl decide to wed at the farm. On the day of her arrival and the big wedding, Tony discovers that the foreman decided to hang around for the wedding & party. Tony loses it. He goes out, rolls his pickup, and almost kills himself.
Is this not a Full Service Community? Even to a play room.
Meanwhile, the girl arrives and thinks the nice foreman is the groom. In fact, they get rather enamored of each other. Then Tony is brought in on a stretcher. Guess what happens then. I’ll tell you at the end.
Let me make 2 observations about Tony.
A tremendous team when one has parkinsons.
First, Tony might have had ambitions about being numero uno, but he really thought he was the last, a loser, ugly, and old. His challenge: get away from thinking best or worst. Both are traps. Just accept Tony as okay.
Secondly, when Tony let himself leave the note for the waitress, he was letting his inner child out for a minute. In his correspondence he was letting that child play. The child wants to be loved and to play. Trouble was, the child was not used to getting out and was afraid. So he tries the picture trick.
Happy Birthday to our Dearest Twins.
I can resemble Tony. Thinking I am first, numero uno in anything, or last, both are traps. I would propose it is irrelevant. I am okay just as I am.
Like Tony I have an inner child. Want to know what the child wants? Just watch our kids here. To be loved and to play. I think this is what I am doing when I ride my bike across Iowa or in the Hotter N' Hell Hundred, and when I hike around Yosemite. These are great times for my inner spirit, that is, my inner child.
Happy Birthday, Dearest Georgie. I remember when you were just a cute little girl. Now look how pretty you are. What happened?? Whatever happened, you are a terrific young girl.
So, two questions today:
First, where do you think of yourself, first, last, or just okay?
Secondly, how do you let your own inner child out to play?
What happened to Tony? He eventually became a most happily married fella.
Happy Birthday, Jackie, and thanks so much for all you do for the community.
