“Not everyone who says to me ‘Lord, Lord’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven” [Mt 7,21].
Thursday, May 16, 2024
Catholic Bishops, Where Are You?
Prophecies
“For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own likings, and will turn away from listening to the truth and wander into myths.” ~ St. Paul [2 Tim 4:3-4]
“We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.” ~ Pope Benedict XVI, 2005
“The hero can never be a relativist.“~ Richard M. Weaver, 1948, Ideas Have Consequences
"I don't need a church to tell me I'm wrong where I already know I'm wrong; I need a Church to tell me I'm wrong where I think I'm right" ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
“For the first time in human history, most people are doing things that could never interest a child enough to want to tag along. That says less about the child than about us.” ~ Anthony Esolen
“Schooling deprived of religious insights is wretched education.” ~ Russell Kirk, (1986). “The Assault on religion: commentaries on the decline of religious liberty”
“The modern state does not comprehend how anyone can be guided by something other than itself. In its eyes pluralism is treason.” ~ Richard M. Weaver
"We do not need a censorship of the press. We have a censorship by the press... It is not we who silence the press. It is the press who silences us." ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
“When one remembers how the Catholic Church has been governed, and by whom, one realizes that it must have been divinely inspired to have survived at all.” ~ Hilaire Belloc
“It may be a movement towards becoming like little children to admit that we are generally nothing else.” ~ Charles Williams, Descent into Hell
“When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.” ~ T. S. Eliot
“We’re surrounded by a lot of noise. The world tries to drown out God’s voice. How many never take the time to listen for God’s call, or even believe He’s calling them?” ~ Me (2022)
"Rather than shivering in the cold, modern man has preferred to set the house on fire, and dance for a moment in the final conflagration" ~ Roger Scruton
Monday, May 6, 2024
Kristi Noem and Her Dog
Sunday, April 21, 2024
Homily: 4th Sunday of Easter - Year B
Readings: Acts 4:8-12;
Ps 118; 1 Jn 3:1-2; Jn 10:11-18
I’m going to tell you a story; and
it’s a true story.
Back when I was flying off aircraft carriers, we pilots tended to hang out with each other when off duty. We’d talk about aviation, working on improving our skills -- you know, stayin’ alive. But we’d also talk about other stuff, especially over meals. We'd always been told that officers shouldn’t talk religion or politics in the wardroom. In truth, though, we often talked about these things; but we knew each other well and forgave our differences.
One of our squadron pilots, a friend named Bill, talked a lot about religion. I thought that was strange since at best he was agnostic. Anyway, it really bothered him that so many of us were believers, especially Christians. One evening, before one of those tiring night missions, several of us were probably on our fifth cup of coffee, when Bill started on his favorite rant.
“Just look at the universe,” he
said. “It’s just too big to imagine with its billions of galaxies. Then we have
earth, this tiny planet of ours, so infinitesimally insignificant, stuck in
some little cosmic corner.
“Is there a God who made all this?
Maybe so. I don't know.
“But you Christians believe that
this God who created everything, and maintains it all, that He decided to come
down here to our nothing little planet, become one of us, tell us how to live,
and then let us kill Him by nailing Him to a Cross.”
Then he said, “I’m sorry, but this
is just beyond…as you would say, beyond belief.” Yes, indeed, Bill thought
Christians were idiots.
Now, I was just another pilot, but
felt I had to say something in defense of our faith, so I just said, “Bill, do
you love your wife?”
Well, that surprised him. “What do
you mean?”
“Just what I said. Do you love
Marie?”
“Of course I do.”
“Yes, I’ve seen you together. I can
tell you love her. And you’d do anything for her, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah, I would.”
“Would you give your life for her?”
“Of course I would. Heck, I’d even
give my life for you guys, though you don’t deserve it.”
“Yeah, we know that. You see, Bill,
the God who created that great universe you described, also created you and me,
and created us in His image and likeness.
“He created us out of love and
created us to love. And because of His love, you can
love Marie.”
All Bill said was, “Well…maybe.” I
guess I wasn't very convincing.
A few years later I received word
that Bill had taken his own life. When we first heard the news one of my more
fundamentalist friends said, “How sad that he’s now in hell.”
Well, that made me angry, and for a moment, I just stared at him in disbelief. Finally, I said, “You really think you’re God, don’t you? That you can decide who's saved or who or isn’t. But salvation is God’s business, not ours. All we can do is what Paul told the Philippians:
“…work out your salvation with fear and trembling” [Phil
2:12].
"Only God knows what Bill
struggled with, what fears claimed him. Only God knows what was in his heart. All I know is God will look on Bill with
love and mercy, for 'His mercy endures forever.' Because that’s who our God is. And I know nothing else, nothing
else for certain.”
I just walked away angry, which was stupid. I’d like to think I’d handle both situations differently today.
Sisters and brothers, today on Good Shepherd Sunday, we celebrate God’s great love for us, and we do it despite the skepticism and disbelief of so many in the world, people like my friend Bill.
In John’s Gospel we hear Jesus
clearly revealing who He is and how important we are to him.
“I am the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd lays down his life for his
sheep.”
Jesus doesn’t abandon us in the
face of danger; no, He sacrifices Himself.
Just consider what it means for God
to sacrifice His life for us. This divine sacrificial act has led some to ask:
Is God of the Christians insane? Is He crazy? I suppose Bill thought that too.
But our Gid isn't crazy; no, our God is Love. His is a love, not simply beyond our capability, but it’s beyond our understanding. In St. Paul’s words, “He emptied himself” and became one of us to offer His life to save ours. And He did this solely out of love. Do you see the kind of God we have, this Good Shepherd who cares so much for us?
Then, to ensure we get the point, Jesus turns to us and tells us to love others as he has loved us, to be willing to give our lives for them, even for those the world says just aren’t worth it. Our love for God, Jesus tells us, must be mirrored in our love for others.
Remember that wonderful scene
described in John’s Gospel when, on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, the risen
Jesus asks Peter three times:
“Simon, son of John, do you love me?”
…and each time Peter responds,
“Yes, Lord, you know that I love you.”
To the first yes, Jesus said “Feed my lambs”; to the second, “Tend my sheep”; and to the third, “Feed my sheep.” Your love for me, Jesus is telling Peter, will be evidenced by how well you tend my sheep, my people, those for whom I sacrificed my life to save.
But Jesus didn’t stop with Peter.
He turns to all of us, all of us in the Body of Christ. He doesn’t say,
“love me as I have loved you.” No, instead He commands, "love one another as I have loved you."
In our first reading, we learned
that our love for others must manifest God’s love, and the good that we do must be done
in Jesus’ name. As Peter proclaimed:
“There is no salvation through anyone else, nor is there any other
name under heaven given to the human race by which we are to be saved."
It’s all Jesus Christ, in Jesus
Christ, through Jesus Christ, and only Jesus Christ.
John presents this a bit
differently in our 2nd reading:
“See what love the Father has bestowed on us that we may be called
the children of God. Yet so we are.”
Children of God… you and me… all of
us:
- the poor in need of a meal or a place to sleep...they're God's children
- the Alzheimer’s patient in memory care...is a child of God
- the lonely, the depressed, whom nobody visits...a child of God
- the neighbor undergoing radiation and chemo-therapy...she's a child of God
- the prisoner locked away in his cell...yes, he too is a child of God
- the single mother struggling to make ends meet...a child of God
And, yes, many of us may be suffering as well, but that doesn’t mean we stop loving.
For all of us, children of God, are brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ. We’re not strangers; for children of the same loving Father can’t be strangers. Brothers and sisters of our Lord, Jesus Christ, can’t be strangers.
Jesus calls us not simply to love
others, but to see and hear Him in them, to realize that what we do for and to
each other, we do to Him.
“I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of
mine, you did for me.’
I suppose at judgment we will judge
ourselves by our response to this calling as children of God.
Years ago, Diane and I attended a
papal audience in Rome, and heard Pope Benedict say:
“As a community, the Church must practice love…The Church cannot
neglect the service of love any more than she can neglect the Sacraments and
the Word.”
At every level, then — the universal Church, the diocese, the parish, the home – we must love. This is how the Church shows who she really is.
Outside a Catholic church in Syracuse, NY there’s a statue of a man seated on the sidewalk. I think there's a similar statue at Ave Maria University here in Florida. It’s a statue, a sculpture, of a beggar, wearing a hood, his face covered. His hand is stretched out toward those who walk by, much like the hand of the beggar reaching out to Peter in our reading from Acts.
But if you look closely, you’ll notice a nail hole in that hand. Yes, it’s Our Lord, the risen Jesus bearing the wounds of His love; it’s the Jesus who humbled Himself to became like a slave, a beggar.
For those who pass by it’s a
constant reminder to look beyond appearances and see Jesus in all who reach out
to them.
And for you and me it’s a reminder
that Christ has His hand stretched out to us right now.
God love you.
And please…pray for my friend, Bill, and for all those veterans who found their lives to hard to live.
Tuesday, April 2, 2024
Homily: Tuesday within the Octave of Easter
“Whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.” [Mt 25:20]
And it hit me...hard. I hadn't done very much, had I?
Brothers and sisters, it's not enough just to know about Jesus,
We have to know Him, know Him personally.
We have to meet Him, to meet Him and see Him in everyone we encounter.
And then we have to love Him.
Friday, March 22, 2024
Resurrection: A Poem by Jennifer
Our parish is blessed to have many people who want to deepen their lives of faith through the study of God’s Word revealed in Sacred Scripture. We now have over 130 parishioners participating in our parish’s Bible Study. To accommodate so many people we offer three weekly sessions. As the usual facilitator, I occasionally cannot attend a particular session and must call on one of our parishioners to fill in for me. Most often I turn to Jennifer Smart, who kindly and ably takes the reins and actually does a far better job than yours truly. A lifelong student of the Bible and ancient history, Jennifer has also spent a considerable amount of time in both Egypt and Israel and brings to our sessions valuable first-hand knowledge of the Middle East and its people.
Jennifer is also a poet who some years ago wrote the following poem, Resurrection, which she recently shared with our Bible Study participants. It seems fitting to include it here as we begin Holy Week. I trust you will enjoy reading and meditating on these verses:
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Resurrection
“He is not here, but know that He is risen,”
The gathered mourners heard the angel say;
We marvel how this deathless gift
was given
To those who witnessed that first
Easter Day.
The
rock that sealed Christ’s chamber seemed a portal
To darkness shrouding hopelessness
and strife;
Instead it was a door to God
Immortal
And passageway to everlasting life.
We
join in Easter fellowship with others
To share the angel’s words the
world has known;
Whenever we reach out to one
another,
We link our hands and roll away the
stone.
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Thank you, Jennifer; and a blessed and fruitful Holy Week to all.
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Homily: 5th Sunday of Lent (Year B)
Readings: Jer 31:31-34; Ps 51; Heb 5:7-9; Jn 12: 20-33
When I was a kid in suburban New York, during the
spring and summer months, my mom would sometimes ask me to help her weed her gardens.
I always grumbled because she usually called me away from really important
stuff, like playing stickball…but I obeyed. If you don’t know what stickball is,
just ask someone who grew up in New York.
Anyway, Mom had two gardens, a small vegetable
garden in the backyard and a rose garden out front. I’d usually end up in the
rose garden, getting attacked by the thorns. I refused to wear the gloves she’d
given me because they were pink girly gloves with flowers all over them. Out in
the front yard, I couldn’t risk being seen. Some things are more important than
pain and suffering.
Mom had names for her two gardens: Eden and
Gethsemane. One day I asked, “Why those names?”
“The Garden of Eden,” she said, “far more than our little vegetable garden, was filled with wonderful things to eat, all kinds of fruit and vegetables that God provided for Adam and Eve. It was a very nice place.
"But our beautiful rose garden, as you’ve discovered, can also be a
painful place. I’m sure the Garden of Gethsemane was beautiful with its ancient
olive trees, but for Jesus it became a place of deep suffering.”
“Perhaps tonight,” she said, “after supper, we
can read about these two gardens in the Bible” – Mom’s way of opening the
Scriptures to us.
Thorns Protect the Rose
This memory of long ago came to mind as I read the readings with which the Church blessed us today.First, we heard the prophet Jeremiah, as he
revealed the purpose of all that had come before, the fulfillment
of the promises, the covenants God made with Abraham, Moses, and David. All will
be fulfilled, Jeremiah tells God’s People, through a New eternal Covenant, very
different from the Old. The Holy Spirit revealed to the prophet that God will
pour His Law into His People and write it on their hearts. “All will know me,”
says the Lord, ”from the least to the greatest.” This is the New Covenant
fulfilled by Jesus, the eternal High Priest, the Son of God who offers Himself
in sacrifice for the salvation of all, the salvation of everyone, from the
least to the greatest.
Moments from now, Father will take the chalice
in his hands and proclaim the words of consecration, Jesus’ words at the Last
Supper:
“For
this is the chalice of my Blood, the Blood of the New and Eternal Covenant,
which will be poured out for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins.”
Did you catch all that? The New Covenant is
sealed in the Blood of the Son, the Blood of the Lamb of God, Blood poured out
for us. Why?
“I will forgive their evildoing and remember their
sin no more.” We are redeemed.
As Mom explained to me, “It began in Eden, in
that garden filled with good things. But sin brought it all to an end, which led
to more sin, to illness and pain and suffering, and to death itself.”
Those weren’t very happy words to throw at a ten-year-old
kid, but Mom always spoke the truth to us. Then, pointing to the crucifix, she
said: “God made a promise. Jesus, who is God Himself, died for us on that
Cross, so we might be forgiven of all of sins, and live forever with Him in
heaven.”
Well, pretty good catechesis. It hit the high
points and heaven sounded better than suffering and death. So, I asked, “What
about the rose garden?” Her answer?
“Jesus spent the night before He died in the
Garden of Gethsemane to prepare Himself for the Cross. He saw all the bad
things people had done…so hard for Him that His sweat became like drops of blood.
And those band-aids on your hands are just a tiny sign of what Jesus suffered for
you and me.” Then like every Catholic mother in those days said to her kids when they
companied, “Offer it up!”
“I am troubled now. Yet what should I say? ‘Father, save
me from this hour’? But it was for this purpose that I came to this hour.
Father, glorify your name.”
…and again, we’re reminded of this in today’s 2nd
reading from Hebrews:
“…He offered prayers and supplications with loud cries
and tears to the one who was able to save Him from death.”
Yes, Jesus knew He would have to suffer. But it’s
also in Hebrews where our unknown author makes an astounding theological claim:
“God
made His Son perfect through suffering”
We ask ourselves, “How could God’s Son need to
be made perfect? And why through suffering?” But that’s not all. Hebrews goes
on to tell us, “He learned obedience from what He suffered.”
What does it all mean? For Jesus to be made
perfect doesn’t mean He was ever morally flawed. No, He freely chose to take on
human nature in its fallen state, with its weaknesses, pain, and death; and
through His suffering to perfect His human nature in holiness. In the Garden
and during His Passion, Jesus allowed the evil of the world to pour over Him, and
out of this to create the most perfect act of love, trust, and obedience to God
that could ever come from a human heart. It was in this furnace of suffering
that His human nature was refined to perfection, transformed for His
entrance into divine glory through His Resurrection.
To make us holy, Jesus had to become one with
us. As St. Paul reminds us, our salvation comes from God, Who lowered Himself
to share our very being, in all but sin. Jesus, then, Son of God and Son of
Man, is not ashamed to call us His sisters and brothers. Indeed, He’s overjoyed,
for He became one of us in the most radical way: He became our blood relative.
All of this sets a pretty high standard for you
and me. How did He put it in the Sermon on the Mount?
Again, what does it all mean for us? Let’s look first at ourselves, then turn again to the Gospel.
Here we are, most of us retired, living
comfortable lives in central Florida. From a global perspective, materially,
we’re probably in the top 10%. And for those of you still working, thank you.
Thank you for funding our social security.
Yes, indeed, we have lives worth living, don’t we? But are they lives worth loving?
Jesus speaks:
“Those who love their life lose it, those
who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.”
For Jesus, loving earthly life means placing it
above all else. To hate our life in this world just means it must never
outweigh our striving for eternal life. Yes, unless the grain of wheat dies, it
cannot bear fruit. Can we die to this life? Can we, too, accept our suffering,
the thorns in our lives, that lead to the perfection God desires of us.
How many today make the pleasures, comforts,
wealth of their earthly lives ends in themselves? Indeed, we live in a world
that preaches the denial of mortality, that offers a thousand ways to ease
physical or mental pain, that promises youth even to the oldest among us, yet
leaves us spiritually dead.
Some weeks ago, while visiting a parishioner in
the hospital, I had a brief chat with the patient who shared his room. His
first words to me: “My wife died years ago, but now because of my heart, I can’t
play golf anymore. It’s made my Ife no longer worth living.”
How very sad that nothing in his life was more
important. Yes, “those who love their life lose it.”
What, then, is more important than our life in
this world? Jesus provides the answer:
Whoever serves me must follow me, and
where I am, there will my servant be also. Whoever serves me, the Father will
honor.
Yes, our confession of faith is necessary, but also
insufficient. We must live our faith. We must serve.
Perhaps this should be our focus during these
final days of Lent.
I can’t tell you how God is calling each of you
to serve. His call, what He expects of us, is the fruit of our own prayer life,
our willingness to listen to God’s Word as He speaks to us. God calls some,
like the rich young man in the Gospel, to sell everything, and give it all to
the poor. And yet, He doesn’t ask that of everyone. But to all of us, God commands:
“Follow me and serve!” Get you hands dirty,
brothers and sisters…
Feed the hungry, give drink to the
thirsty, welcome the stranger, visit the sick and imprisoned…and inherit the
Kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
How many, like the Greeks who came to Philip,
would like to see Jesus, to see Jesus in their lives, to hear His Word, to
taste His goodness?
How many are waiting…waiting for
you or for me or for someone else to share God’s love with them?
How many?