Sunday Homily, August 13, 2017, 19th, Ordinary Time
Sez Tori, "Welcome in, Everybody."
Readings:
1 Kings 19, 9, 11-13, After the fire there was a tiny whispering sound.
Psalm 85, Lord, let us see your kindness and grant us your salvation.
Roman 9, 1-5, I speak the truth in Christ, I do not lie.
Matthew 14, 22-33, Storm at sea & Peter walking on the water.
Harper likewise, sez, "Come in, Folks."
Observations on 1 Kings
What: 1 Kings is the 3rd book in a 4 book set which includes 1 & 2 Samuel and 1 & 2 Kings. The first chapters of 1 Kings is all about the great Solomon, the son of the great king David. With Solomon's death the kingdom split into north and south. Elijah the prophet condemns this. He is our subject this morning.
Leo, today you really begin the job of being an altar helper. We'll make it fun.
Tiny Whispering Sounds
This morning I would like to talk about the tiny whispering sounds and propose that they take place often, even daily, both outside of us, and also inside of us.
I want to begin with a story about our dearest Jackie Urbanczyk, who is a spirit whisperer for me and whose memorial we celebrated yesterday at Hackberry Creek Country Club Las Colinas. Over 200 people celebrated this lady.
Emma, our delightful Candle Lighter of the Week, at work.
Story #1. 15 or 20 years ago we had a Father’s Day party at Jackie & Rick’s house. It was an annual party we had for the men’s group that met in my little Jesuit office every other Thursday night or so to give the 20 guys who showed a chance to share the blessings of their weeks or the difficulties. We all sat on the floor, backs against the wall. The party took place after the Masses I did at St. Marks.
As I remember, things were going along normal, lunch, talking with wives and even kids. It was super. We would usually end up with everybody circling up and sharing the blessing of the year.
Leo and Buddy, it is so fun having you up here to help out.
Suddenly I get clobbered with a water balloon. Rick & Jackie had two awful little girls whom I loved. It had to be them. Time goes on and I get hit again and I spot the villain, Kristen, no less.
So what did I expect? I expected that Jackie would tell Kristin that you cannot throw water balloons at the holy priest. Dream on, Stack. She was even enjoying it.
Shonda, Ben, and David, can it get any better than this!
I’ll always love her for that. Jackie’s whisper to Kristin was that it was okay to throw water balloons at that priest guy. A spirit whisper to her daughter.
Maybe 3 years ago Jackie came home from being declared cancer free. Rick had gathered a small group for a surprise party and Jackie danced in the driveway. Then the symptoms returned.
Rick Urbanczyk opens the Memorial for his dearest wife, Jackie.
This past Christmas Eve Mass Jackie looked terrific. I was so happy for her. Two months later at our Sunday Mass I saw her and knew.
Shonda & David provided music for Jackie's Memorial, along with Becka, a niece.
Let me give you an example of an inner spirit whisper. Not always one I want to hear
The scene is Hy-Vee grocery store in Spencer, Iowa, dinner time and hundreds of bikers are pouring in, buying dinners, looking for seats anywhere in the dining area, which seats maybe 50 to 75 people.
David & I are seated side by side at a small 4 person table. Across from us is a big guy from Iowa and a long haired hippy kind of guy from Spokane. Both really nice guys, especially Grant the hippy. The room is packed and people are searching for empty seats.
The venue for the Memorial was the Hackberry Country Club in Las Colinas. Over 200 filled the ball room.
I suddenly hear the little whispering sound. “It is David’s 32nd wedding anniversary this very night. What are you going to do, buddy? How about standing up and telling everybody to cheer for David? ” I try to shut this whisper up But, no it keeps up and I suspect I will feel guilty if I do nothing. Time is slipping away. I try to focus on our conversations to no avail.
Finally, knowing that I will hate myself if I let the opportunity to pass, I jump up and yell, “Hey Everybody (I have to yell out about 3 times to get everybody’s attention), my buddy David is celebrating 32 years of marriage right here with us this evening.” The place goes crazy and everybody yells and claps.
Two old pros, as of today. Good work, Buddy & Leo. I love working with you both.
I’ll tell you, I hate those tiny whispering sounds inside my head. They get me out of bed at 4:00 on cold mornings to go to the J. They tell me that that second chocolate chip cookie is a no, no. And you don’t need that second glass of red wine.
Ever hear that tiny whispering sound in your head? What does it tell you?