So, shoot me, I went overtime in this homily.
Jesus is the One. He’s the only One.
So, shoot me, I went overtime in this homily.
Jesus is the One. He’s the only One.
When I was a seminarian about all I heard was that there was a Messianic Secret. I still can’t wrap my mind around that.
Jesus was preaching, teaching, healing diseases, exorcising demons, raising the dead, reprimanding the religious and political leaders of the day. There was no one who was more well-known than He was, and He never slowed down. He continuously provoked murderous individuals and groups.
So, that doesn’t quite seem to be a Messianic Secret, does it? No.
But why did Jesus tell those who were spreading the truth about Him not to say anything to anyone, you know, like the Apostles and the demons He was exorcising. The demons were mocking Him. The Apostles didn’t know what they were talking about at all, not until our Lord would rise from the dead and send the Holy Spirit.
Peter himself was called Satan. His purposed ignorance was astounding, and of no use to Jesus. But later, after Easter, O.K.
Having the smallest parish in North America, and with only six people attending, Father George was all calm at 8:30 AM Mass at Prince of Peace in Robbinsville:
At the 11:00 AM Mass at Holy Redeemer in Andrews, however, he was obviously all wound up, and unleashed, triggered somehow, letting us know what he really thinks. There were perhaps forty some people present:
I have to apologize. All my homilies are made up on the spot, even while reading the Gospel at Mass itself. So, they can be a bit disjointed. That’s the best I can do. I just can’t can’t can’t read a text. As soon as I start I start ad libbing. That’s just the way it is.
I’ve met and worked with plenty of lepers in my life, of all kinds. One in particular, who was one of the ones actually suffering from what is otherwise called Hansen’s disease, as the gentleman in the picture above. He would sit below an ATM at a bank on Via Nazionale near Piazza della Republica in Rome. I would sit there with him. I would try to convince him to come with me to the Missionaries of Charity who had plenty of medicine for him, but he said he wanted the wounds so as to get money for his family, that this was the only thing he could do. The desire to be cured completely must be immense.
This outrageously delicate and yet strong flower, surviving snow and ice and many days of freezing temps, was outside the door of my oldest “shut-in” way up in Northwest Graham County. Just as there is a huge difference between merely North Carolina and Western North Carolina, just so is there a difference between merely Graham County and Western Graham County. Yikes!
Not having the photo-app set on “save”, only the image could be saved to screen, as it were, so that I had to take a picture of the picture, hence the “screen waves.” It’s like the original picture, but not quite, enhanced or less so depending on whatever you think.
Meanwhile, the next homily I would give, yesterday, would see me having problems with the recorder once again. So, just one point needs to be brought up.
Sometimes we see things in Scripture we think we’ve seen before. There are the synoptic Gospels; there are the Chronicles, and on it goes. The later citation is either an enhancement or less so depending on whatever you think. Although – hah! – it doesn’t work that was with Sacred Scripture. Everything is most extraordinary. This needs to be stated in these dark times of cynics among biblical “scholars”. A striking example is the “Magnificat” of Mary when she greets Elizabeth recalling Hanna’s declaration in the books of Samuel. Let’s take a look, firstly at Luke 1:46-55:
And Mary said: “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my savior. For he has looked upon his handmaid’s lowliness; behold, from now on will all ages call me blessed. The Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. His mercy is from age to age to those who fear him. He has shown might with his arm, dispersed the arrogant of mind and heart. He has thrown down the rulers from their thrones but lifted up the lowly. The hungry he has filled with good things; the rich he has sent away empty. He has helped Israel his servant, remembering his mercy, according to his promise to our fathers, to Abraham and to his descendants forever.” (Luk 1:46-55 NAB)
Now let’s take a look at what Mary is recalling with Hanna and little Samuel of “Here I am Lord! Send me!” fame. This is from 1 Samuel 2:1-10:
And as she worshiped the LORD, she said: “My heart exults in the LORD, my horn is exalted in my God. I have swallowed up my enemies; I rejoice in my victory. There is no Holy One like the LORD; there is no Rock like our God. “Speak boastfully no longer, nor let arrogance issue from your mouths. For an all-knowing God is the LORD, a God who judges deeds. The bows of the mighty are broken, while the tottering gird on strength. The well-fed hire themselves out for bread, while the hungry batten on spoil. The barren wife bears seven sons, while the mother of many languishes. “The LORD puts to death and gives life; he casts down to the nether world; he raises up again. The LORD makes poor and makes rich, he humbles, he also exalts. He raises the needy from the dust; from the ash heap he lifts up the poor, To seat them with nobles and make a glorious throne their heritage. He gives to the vower his vow, and blesses the sleep of the just. “For the pillars of the earth are the LORD’S, and he has set the world upon them. He will guard the footsteps of his faithful ones, but the wicked shall perish in the darkness. For not by strength does man prevail; the LORD’S foes shall be shattered. The Most High in heaven thunders; The LORD judges the ends of the earth, Now may he give strength to his king, and exalt the horn of his anointed!”
What Mary is doing is “up-dating” Hannah’s comments, not that the comments of Hannah about the infant prophet Samuel of “Here I am, Lord! Send me!” fame are irrelevant because they are in the past, but because they are super intensely relevant because they are being utterly fulfilled with Jesus and the little tiny Jesus in the womb of Mary.
Samuel single-handedly up-ended the entire and by now very corrupt system of temple sacrifice and brought about all the circumstances for the future Son of David, that is, Jesus, with Samuel witnessing the smashing down of Eli, Hophni, Phinehas and then Saul, finally setting up David as priest, prophet and king in his own right.
But, instead, what did I always hear in my biblical studies in Rome in my seminary days and then at the Pontifical Biblical Institute? That probably Mary was an ignorant and illiterate and simple girl who knew nothing about anything and couldn’t possibly have cited Hannah in relation to her own circumstances as this was surely done by a “school” of Jewish and now Catholic scribes in the first century. It’s too brilliant for stupid Mary, they say. “They say.” Sorry for the language, but I think it is appropriate: Who the hell are they?
In a more polite form that is the question I never forgot since the first time I heard it listening to everything that the Venerable Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen ever preached at least as recorded and reproduced by the at the time “Keep the Faith” ministry. Yes, that’s right. Who are “THEY”? And who do “THEY” think they are.
This dissing of Mary tells me that “THEY” have never understood what intellectual anything is about. They’ve never had the experience, for instance, of noting the good simplicity, as simple as the light, of an Aquinas, or a Catherine of Sienna. It is a wisdom of walking with God, who is truth, now Incarnate. It is the love which judges all things, understands all things, quite instantly. Love is like that. Truth is like that.
Purity of heart. Agility of soul. That’s Mary. That’s the Immaculate Conception.
I’ve been called a heretic because:
If you have to ask, you’ll not understand the answer given to you plainly and clearly.
This is my dead-pan logical voice that is over tired. And yet…
I knew it was only a matter of time. An internet bully in London/Sheffield has been wanting me to hate Pope Francis as much as he does, he claiming that he has the righteousness of the scribes and Pharisees, you know, with “reason” and all that.
Yet, I agree with Pope Francis that “reason” without love is quite diabolical, and brings you to the reasoning of the bully boys in the market who would have you dance or mourn, whatever they want because they want it, which is most reasonable to them.
But unless your righteousness surpasses that of the scribes and Pharisees in all of their self-righteous reasoning, you will NOT enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Some serious words, those. The scribes and Pharisees can do no wrong, ever, for if they did, they would not know where to turn to forgiveness, except of course to themselves. So, they always have excuses for themselves, you know, loopholes.
And this is where the corruption spoken of by Pope Francis comes in. They find all sorts of loopholes that allow them, they think, to hate their brother, never encourage their brother, never forgive their brother, never have mercy on their brother. For them, mercy is diabolical. It forgives people who, like, you know, sinned! And that’s just not right! They should all rot in hell those damned sinners! Thank God we are not like the rest of men! All exclamation points because they cannot, will not listen to the fact that God is both truth and love, that it is not a sin to love others into the truth, by the truth, with the truth, for the truth.
The bully even thinks that I am perhaps Lutheran, you know, like Pope Francis. I wonder if he is the author of this picture (his editing):
Well, I mean, you know, my grandmother on my dad’s side was Lutheran. I’m sure that explains it all, though I never met her. Anyway, I’m Jewish. :-)
Anyway, you might want to listen to the homily.
So, back at recording homilies. This one is on the feast of John of the Cross, but I wax poetic about those who are violent taking heaven by force. No tender snowflakes!
I had nothing to say for this homily as I’m pretty sick and really tired. I was simply going to say that I had no homily. But then, this homily came out. What a fright!
I gotta wonder about the new found conversion of those praising Jesus for this healing right after they had been trying to forbid it, kicking this fellow in the face. The tables are immediately turned when he gets his sight back and they look like total fools. Yet this fellow is not vengeful, but rather praises God. And perhaps this leads them to true conversion. They see the love of Jesus and love he receives back. And they like it. Good.
This past Sunday’s Gospel was on the multiplication of talents. It seems I have no talent for recording. The digital memory card maxed out. Gotta erase the previous sessions. Some points: