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 32^nd 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?

Folks, You are witnessing a Changing of The Team, Kevin's last formal day, Leo's first formal day.  

Readings:

Daniel 7, 9-10, 13-14,   His dominion is an everlasting dominion

Psalm 97,   The Lord is King, the Most High over all the earth.

2 Peter 1, 16-19,  This is my son with whom I am well pleased.

Matthew 17, 1-9,  The Transfiguration.

Even our Special Greeter, Genevieve, is back to honor her brother Leo.
 

Observations on Daniel

Who : a prophet foretelling better times.  Daniel is the hero, not the author, who is unknown.

Time: Babylonian captivity the scene, but put together ca. 160 before Christ during another persecution.

Subject: Dreams foretelling better times.

Today: A dream in which a great leader will come and rule with peace.

Can you find a brighter smile than that anywhere!  Peighton says, "Hi, Folks, Welcome.
 

Transfigurations Today

This morning I would like to talk about transfigurations today and propose that this phenomenon can be almost a daily experience.  Transfiguration moments create greater peace of heart, gratitude, and humility.

Guess where I saw this recently.  Yes, I had a whole week of transfigurations last week in Iowa riding my bike across that state along with 15 thousand other riders. 

Emma, you only get better each week as our Candle Lighter of The Week.

I have three example of how I was touched by the beauty of nature,  of people, and the beauty of trust. 

So, one morning about 6:30 I was pulling out of one of our first overnight towns, probably Spenser.  I was one of hundreds of bikers all heading into the coming sunrise.  The sky was crystal clear blue and there was ground fog.  On either side of us were green contoured corn fields and soy  beans.

After pedaling all week for ca. 500 miles, I find it overwhelming to come over a hill and look down suddenly on this marvelous, enormous  Mississippi.

At one point we were climbing a gentle rise and curving slightly to the left.  I could see a mile ahead and what I saw was the silhouettes of the riders in the fog against the brightness of the coming sunrise.   It was breath taking.  I was just so happy to be alive and where I was, riding my bike.  A transfiguration moment of beauty.  A moment of greater peace, gratitude, and humility.

Secondly, people.  Picture this.  It is time to eat dinner in about the 4^th or 5^th overnight town.  I choose to go to the Methodist church for scalloped potatoes, ham, a salad, and desert for $10, all you can eat. I was looking for lasagna, but could not find it.

We pass through beautiful rolling fields of corn & soy beans, gorgeous sun rises with early morning ground fog, even a national park with serious climbs & descents.   Arriving at this extraordinary, ancient river just takes my breath away.

So I walk in the side door, buy my ticket, and descend to the basement where they are serving and there are whole bunches of long tables, almost all full.  I find a seat in the middle of one of those tables, across from another older guy like me.  We get talking and the usual question comes out fairly quickly, “Where you from?’  Turns out he is from Iowa and very friendly.  At this point the people on both sides of us finish, leave, and they are replace by 4 guys & women on each side. 

The question gets asked and Michigan & out west all are represented.  One of the new guys even asks me how many Ragbrais I’ve ridden, the second most common question.  And, then, ‘How old are you.” 

Hungry for the salad/dessert bar at Hy-Vee grocery & food court?  Leave your bike, your helmet, and your gloves, all unlocked.   Don't forget where you leave your bike.  Return in an hour, all will be awaiting you.  Incidentally, poor Hy-Vee was completely overwhelmed with the tidal wave of bikers who came through their doors.  Even bikers pitched in to help bus tables (like yours truly).

That causes a ruckus.   Lots of congratulations and compliments. 

This was a people transfiguration.  I came out of there not only with a good meal, but also a sense of greater peace, hope in the goodness of people, and humility. 

Thirdly, a trust transfiguration.  I  have two favorite vendors in Iowa, a grocery store called Hy-Vee and a 7-11 type convenience store called Casey’s.  Casey’s has the best & cheapest coffee in the morning.  They are in every village.

A small piece of advice especially to first trippers, Do not ever forget where you have parked your bike.  

Let's say you find your bike.  Next question, Can you extricate it from the tangle of other bikes.  They are usually hitched to cables running the  length of the main street of each little village.

Hy-Vee has great, all you can eat salad bars for $9.  Trouble is, Hy-Vee is only in the larger villages.  We had 2, Spenser & Orange City.  You want to get something at one of these places?  Just ride up, find a place to park your bike, go in, spend 15 minutes or 60, come out, and your bike & helmet await you.   Nothing is stolen.

A trust transfiguration.

Still ready to join the music team, Genevieve?   Or ready to help Leo?
 

The Old Pro and The Rookie, Two Winners.  

A bonus transfiguration.    As a Jesuit I was challenged by the goal of the Renaissance man.  The man is well rounded, intellectually, spiritually, and physically.  I found one.

Intellectually the guy is not only a chemical engineer.  He is a car mechanic.   He plays the piano.  He is into model trains & camping.  Spiritually he is solid.  Physically he is a dynamo biker.  All of this & more I discovered about our own David Dinsmore.

Where do you find your transfiguration moments?   The last one?

A Renaissance Man, David Dinsmore.

Readings:

1 Kings 3:5, 7-12,  Give your servant an understanding heart.  

Psalm 119,   Lord, I love your commands.

Romans 8,  28-30,  We know that all things work for good for those who love God…

Matthew 13, 44-52,  Kingdom Parables

Kevin and John ready to start Mass.

Homily:

We heard of Solomon’s call to be king of people of God

We heard in Paul’s Letter our call to be “conformed to the image of Jesus” 

And we heard in Matthew the parables about putting the treasure buried in a field and the pearl of great price ahead of everything else we could have.

The Offertory helpers, Bill, Paul and Carrie.

Our word for today is asking how we hear our call and how do we answer our call?

I remember the answer I was given growing up (long long ago), hearing it in sermons and in weekend retreats at Grand Coteau, Louisiana. We were told that we are called to be holy and holiness was presented as perfection— You know the quote from Matthew: “Be you perfect as your heavenly father is perfect”. According to Matthew Fox, in his book Original Blessing, the quote from Matthew’s Gospel, “Be you perfect…”, does not refer to moral perfection and does not have here the later Greek meaning of being totally free of imperfection. The word ‘teleioi’, translated as “be you perfect”, actually meant “to be full-grown, to be complete or whole”.

Our musicians, Celeste, Shonda and Ben.

Remember also how we were given the lives of the saints, in which they were portrayed as achieving perfection and we were taught to imitate those perfect people. The lives of the saints inspired me, but there was no way I could live up to the idealized stories of their lives of perfection. Going to seminary at age 18 and to a monastery at age 22 was how I chased after the ideal of holiness as perfection.

Remember also how we were taught to make an examination of conscience, detailing everything we thought or did wrong–not about what we thought or did that was good or generous or loving or courageous or compassionate, not how we were becoming more full-grown or complete. The implication was that we were lacking and in sin almost all the time; that was scary folks. We were told we were imperfect, not holy, and I took that to mean I didn’t measure up, I wasn’t good enough. We were taught that there was a time, in the beginning when our original parents were in a paradise and were good/perfect, and connected to God. But that in Adam we sinned and were separated from God.  

Georgie and Mom, Michelle.

What if we came to learn in the last 400 years, like Matthew Fox did, that there was never a state of perfection in our world, that creation in our universe has been going on for 20 billion years and that our universe has been expanding all that time, and is this moment expanding at unimaginable speed. It’s not really about being perfect.

In all creation beauty and imperfection go together. Every tree is beautiful, but if you get up close you will see that every tree is imperfect. The same is true of the human body. Every human body is beautiful, but every human body is imperfect. In creation, in nature, imperfection is not a sign of the absence of God. It’s a sign that the ongoing creation we are part of is no easy thing. We bear scars from the living process, and we can and must celebrate those scars, those imperfections.

Georgie's sister, Zoe.

My take on updating the idea of holiness includes thinking about how we accept imperfection, including our own, and about how we are growing, not to be perfect, but to be more complete, more whole, more caring for ourselves and others and more caring for mother nature and our place in the universe.

Yesterday I was visiting a friend who, when I said I was doing the Mass today, asked what my homily would be about and I said holiness. My friend said, I just finished watching a Ted Talk by Ann Lamont, a favorite author of mine. She said “Laughter is carbonated holiness.”

Question: How do you think of ‘holiness’ in our time?

Georgie's sister, Tori.

And Georgie's brother, Buddy.