Jesus to us: “Ask for whatever you want…”
Genie to us: “Ask for whatever you want…”
But how things work out is different…
Jesus to us: “Ask for whatever you want…”
Genie to us: “Ask for whatever you want…”
But how things work out is different…
The typical painting of Saint Pius V above. Below, his tomb at Saint Mary Majors. That picture was taken on one of my day pilgrimages in Rome while on the Missionary of Mercy ad limina (so to speak).
In this, the “Sistine” chapel at Saint Mary Majors, just opposite Pius V in location though not in faith, is Pope Sixtus V (also my hero whose repentance I strive to imitate) but I digress.
That’s not the friend I talk about in the homily, though it absolutely could be in his younger days…
O.K. I got a bit carried away. I had to edit the homily in a couple of places. You’ll hear the jumps at least in the flow of the homily when they happen. Bearing wrongs is a work of mercy, but instructing, even rubuking the ignorant is also a work of mercy and is an effective way to bear the wrongs of those who just don’t get it. I am blind and ignorant, so, please bear with me as I rant as if I know something. I should keep my mouth shut.
There’s a strange thing happening among ultra-tradition-al-ism-ists (who may be farther from Sacred Tradition than they think). If they actually think that knowing the truth, for instance, memorizing all the words of the Sacred Scriptures, of all the Ecumenical Councils, of all the ex-Cathedra pronouncements, is going to save them, so that their clever puny little intellects — which we all have in this fallen world and which can hardly grasp anything about the truth — is somehow salvific in and of itself, they are mistaken, and are idol worshipers. Satan knows the facts, is convinced of the facts, incomparably more than us. And Satan isn’t saved. If we think we can save ourselves by knowing something of the truth, anything, we make ourselves God. And that, my friends, is idol worship. Ooooooo! A brain!!!!!
Beautiful. Created by God. But not God. Not by a long shot.
But, ooooooh, we’re smart, cause we know something! No.
But, it’s not about truth. It’s about hating Pope Francis. It’s about entitlement to bitterness. I remember one new guy who said that he was to be congratulated as the first one to hate Pope Francis, and that anyone who comes later so as to agree with him and be on his side in hating Pope Francis is to be rejected as worthy of hell because where the hell were they before when he was proudly alone in his hating. Yep. It’s the ol’ ploy of “You can’t say anything right, even if it is the truth, ’cause we’ll just twist it so that we’ll say what we think you really mean so that we can be really bitter not about what you said but about what we said you said.” Yep. That will help people get to heaven.
Sorry to rant, but more than this, this is about the “Reformation” all over again. Luther reduced divinely infused faith to the assent he made to his cerebral activity about theology. The one is supernatural, the other natural. These so-called ultra-tradition-al-ism-ists make an idol of the truth by saying that knowing the truth automatically saves us, because, you know, we had brain synapses going on, making us the arbiters of equating supernatural and natural, making us God, or at least Karl Rahner redivivus, more Lutheran than Catholic. That’s how he was able to rewrite Scripture, and to throw out whole books of both old and new Testaments. To say that we can’t make an idol of the truth is to make an idol of the truth. To say that we’re so nice that we would never make an idol of the truth is to crucify the living Truth. It’s to say that we are the only ones not to be bad and evil, not needing salvation, to say that we would never stone the prophets while we build their tombs all proud of ourselves, we being the very ones with that attitude that the prophets would rightly and charitably reprimand for the good of our souls. We would kill them. Of course we would. We, on our own, are idol worshipers of ourselves.
Again: Even if someone assents with their brains to the truth doesn’t mean they are saved. Knowing the facts and accepting them (like Satan also does) doesn’t mean you understand, doesn’t mean you are one with the One who is living Truth, God alone.
The One who said “I AM” hung tortured to death on a cross betrayed by someone who thought he knew something.
“Forgive them, Father, for THEY KNOW NOT what they do.”
Goodness! Did I demonize people in this post? In this homily? Make them into idol-demons of themselves?
Such tender snowflakes… [I am too, so are we all if we do anything just on our own.]
Maybe I should have put up the unedited version. But, no. I make it easy. I use an example from another religion. But the analogy is extremely immediate.
Saint Mark is a Lion, pictured here as a winged Cherub, lower-left in the picture above. Jesus chose none of these, of course, upon which to ride into Jerusalem to His crucifixion. That creature was, instead, a __________.
If you’re reading a bit of the Gospels every day[!] it won’t be long before you know about similarities and differences (complementary) in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke. Purified by the ardent fire of faith, don’t be afraid of what you see as if you’re being “critical” of the Holy Spirit. Just be open to using that purified reasoning power given you by the same Holy Spirit who inspired the words of the Gospels to be of assistance in forming us into the Living Word of God. This attitude is very Traditional, if you will, as so very many of the Fathers of the Church throughout the centuries made quite the scientific studies of similarities and differences (complementary) in the Gospels of Matthew, Mark and Luke. All of this helps us to stare at the Sacred Scriptures, listening with our hearts burning within us, finally taking note of the breadth of Matthew, the rabbinic academics of Mark, the incisive ironies of Luke, all of which help us to focus more clearly on Mary’s Divine Son, Jesus.
Well now. That’s scary. I did a massive search for the fellow I mention in this homily and I couldn’t find one single trace of him anywhere.
Anyway, this is how Saint George was put to death by the Roman Empire:
Anyway, Saint George lives! Saint George lives! Saint George lives!
It’s all about Jesus: “Why are you persecuting ME?” Because: “Unless you eat…”
Complete with my usual breaks in logic when I’m waaaaaay overtired. I know what I mean but saying what I mean is another thing. Nevertheless, there is encouragement to be found in the Gospel and perhaps in my mumbling commentary.
If you think you’re clever with the faith, and know stuff, listen to this and let yourself get smacked down. Humility, humility, humility.
We have a great Bishop in Charlotte; he very much enjoys being with his priests. And vice versa. This is rare for bishops and priests. I witnessed this same joy after Mass today out front of Saint Peter’s as in the picture I took above.
There was a phrase from his homily that was like a lightning bolt and it immediately burned itself into my memory:
Gioia più grande d’ogni dubbio. “Joy greater than any doubt.”
He explained this as an encounter with the Incarnate Lord Jesus, risen, with the wounds He would have us see.
And we can see with the eyes of faith, with the Eucharist.
“My Lord and my God!”
That’s not an arrogant possessiveness, he said, but rather speaks to the goodness and kindness of Jesus.
Great insights, really.
Too long of a homily, so, just some bullet points:
Personages in this homily include Mary of spikenard fame, Lazarus, Judas, Jesus, and, as a modern example in the homily, Arnaud Beltrame.
I’ve retranslated the bit about letting Mary keep the spikenard for some unknown future date of Jesus’ burial, which makes zero sense as this is not what the Greek says and, at any rate, she has already poured this out on Jesus. What Jesus says is that she is be left alone for she has been keeping this spikenard right along for burial of Jesus whenever that might be, and now the time has come for anointing His corpse, as it were, for He is presently to be buried. Jesus and Mary of the spikenard team up, in other words, to accuse those present and the others in the crowd who were in those seconds plotting to betray and to kill Jesus, and not only Jesus, but also Lazarus whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Why translators don’t want to see the ferocity of Jesus and Mary of the spikenard when the ferocity of the others such as Judas – in all his explosively murderous ferocity is exploding from the page and right across the centuries I do not know. Fear? Cowardice? Let’s all be nice!? I don’t know.
Update: I am totally amazed at this scene in a way that I’ve never been. This is a daily experience for me. The electrifying immediacy of Jesus’ purpose to stand in our place, to lay down his life for us, is gripping my heart and soul. It’s like I’m a totally unworthy and an utterly useless bystander way back in the day, understanding what is going on, horrified at the evil possessing Judas, but knowing my own weakness at the same time, but watching from the distance of centuries, but like it’s happening all the time in our own day, like I’m not supposed to be such a bystander, like I want to be in solidarity with Jesus as He is in solidarity with us, but wondering how this is going to come about, watching, praying. Isn’t that what we’re all supposed to do? I feel like I’ve wasted my whole life since this is only coming to me with such ferocious immediacy now. Having said that, watch me fall asleep like Peter, James and John in Gethsemane. But Jesus is good and kind. He says: Arise! Let us be going! Behold! My betrayer is at hand!
Too long for an audio. Just some bullet points.
It was when I said those last words Jesus making all things new that I choked up altogether, barely getting out that Jesus loves us so very much. I love preaching, love being a priest, because it’s all about Jesus.
O.K. I forgot to erase the files from the flash card for a while. So, that was that.
Jesus: Abraham rejoiced to see my day (making Jesus really old because he continued to live – as souls do – after death, as life is changed, not ended).
Crowd: You are not yet 50 years old (trying to make Jesus the God-Man really something like a couple thousand years old, going the other direction).
Jesus: Before Abraham was, I AM (with Jesus taking them up on the reverse dating and going a step farther into the past, and not only this, but using the name, title, description, whatever, for God, I AM, of burning bush fame).
Jesus goes way, way, way out of His way to antagonize his adversaries to the point that they pick up rocks to stone Him to death. And they will kill Him, as we all did by way of original sin and our own personal rubbish.
Jesus doesn’t leave us in our dumbed down stupidity, but rather lets us know exactly where we are at so that we can instead be on our way to heaven in His grace by way of repentance and humble thanksgiving.
P.S. There are a multitude of really evil Scripture commentators who say that Jesus never anywhere in the Gospels “claims” to be God. But actually, Jesus is everywhere doing this (with the Father and the Holy Spirit). Everywhere, all the time, blatantly, explicitly. That kind of lying is to be expected by the hateful posing as “believers” who take special glee in scandalizing the faithful, some of whom, mind you, take scandal and with ethereal sophistication say, “But the experts say that Jesus isn’t divine or didn’t know He was divine.” Hey! I know! People can read the Gospels with love and see what’s actually there. It can be done in our Lord’s grace.
The key of knowledge:
Because Jesus, God, who is I AM before Abraham, loves us so very much.
My neighbor at the hermitage, in taking a look at this painting of Jesus, said the same exact thing I said about it, that Jesus has a super snarky look on His face, enthusiastic, but with the effect of implying to the onlooker: “You are just sooooo dead! Hah!” As in: As the Master so the disciple, and isn’t that really cool?! Anyway, I am just so very happy that we are free in the Truth Incarnate, free in Jesus.
Jesus: My Father and I are working for your re-creation so that you might live.
His killers: So, alright then; we’re going to kill you.
This is how it always is, for Jesus, for His disciples. Has it ever happened to you?