Tag Archives: HOMILIES
When I got to the part of the story in the homily about the man ready plunge the butcher knife into the heart of the priest, pretty much everyone did a guardian angel face-palm.
Am I too rough? If I told you the full story, you would have cheered if I had hit the guy.
The fiercest Divine Mercy Sunday homily I’ve ever preached, that’s for sure.
Peter: Let’s go fishing because we don’t have the gumption to speak about Jesus because we ran away from Calvary and we have no credibility. Maybe we can regain credibility by having better policies about fishing vacations for priests.
Other ten apostles: Hey! Great idea! Let’s have conversations on how to save ourselves and our credibility while not changing a thing about our lives.
Jesus: To hell with you sinners if you keep that up! You will never be credible. Why would you want to be credible? The point of religion is NOT to give yourselves credibility. Belief is to be directed at God, not yourselves. Do you pretend to be God in seeking credibility? Preach about God and stop congratulating yourselves about what supposed heroes you are. You are not. Admit it, and in that way, being forgiven for your sin, be a good example, pointing people to me, your Savior, the Son of the Living God. It is I who will come to judge the living and the dead and world by fire.
- In this homily the modus operandi of the abuse crisis is attacked.
- I never know what I’m going to preach about. I learn at my homilies. I blame my guardian angel for anything good in my homilies. I will surely never look at this Gospel the same way again. I am convicted of my own lack. Jesus, mercy!
Re-posted today, the Feast of Saint George, as the pictures are great!
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!
Too long of a homily, so, just some bullet points:
- God’s Word, His Son, becomes Incarnate so as to forgive our sin in all mercy but by way of justice, He taking on the punishment for our sin, death, the innocent for the guilty, so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us.
- We ask in our idiocy: “Where is God? Why is He silent?” But we don’t mean it. We don’t want to hear God speak to us. That’s why we killed him.
- Jesus’ corpse answers with silence that screams out His love for us so loudly that our reaction so as not to hear Him is to distract ourselves with such noise that can’t hear His silence speaking to us from the tomb. We seal ourselves off from everything and everyone, especially Jesus in His eloquent silence, through alcohol and drugs and distractions which really cost us lots of money. When I mentioned in my homily about the distractions which really cost us lots of money, there were very many who laughed.
- When we finally hear the silence of God, of Jesus, in the tomb, speaking His love for us, He having heard us, He coming to the rescue with a mercy founded on justice, doing it the right way, with God knowing what suffering and death means, when we are stunned finally by the goodness and kindness of Jesus right to the end, perhaps then we can say in all the unearthly silence with His blood all over us – along with the soldier who had just shoved his spear into the side, into the Heart of Jesus: “Truly this was the Son of God.” That is: Truly this is the Son of God who hears us and speaks to us so eloquently from the tomb.
The Parable of the Vineyard and the murderous High Priests and Elders of the people. The more times change, the more they’re the same.
I reference something absolutely disgusting that will shrink the flock of Our Lord’s Catholic Church down to about nothing right around the world, but I don’t say what it is. It’s a policy change on the vetting of seminarians. Sooo disgusting… More on that elsewhere.
But there’s hope. Find out why:
In direct proportion to how much I realize I’m bad and evil, that’s also how much I love preaching. Well, to put that differently, preaching draws me into the Tremendous Sacred Mystery of Christ’s love for us. The transfiguration is about all of salvation history. Yikes. I need redemption, salvation. I love preaching. I absolutely love preaching.
Jesus tempted on His mandates being a Prophet, Priest and King, tempted from the outside, teaches us how to deal with temptations from the world, the flesh and the devil, that is, in all our weakness.
All that prayer and fasting and almsgiving: so annoying; so aggravating! ;-)
One of our elderly men in the parish was laughing throughout this homily, thinking that what it meant was – as he told someone after Mass – that there was no way that they’re ever going to move me from the parish!
I guess this homily is one of those realistic homilies. It made for a lot of laughter that was admitting that what I was saying is the truth of it.
Obviously, the “sex synod” is a total failure even as it only begins. I’m not happy. So, let’s see… Who can we call Satan?
I’m so clever. I can come up with sophisticated meditations on the beatitudes.
And in that self-congratulation, I can avoid the life of the beatitudes. Indeed.
The beatitudes are too scary for me. Too in-your-face. Kind of like lightning. When it’s about to strike you it’s not possible a millionth of a nano-second beforehand to say, “Stop! Let me get out of the way!” No. Lightning strikes you and you are thrown to the ground. You are stunned if not outright unconscious. And in utter stupidity, I rely, I depend, I run to my clever, sophisticated commentary, thus remaining in my stupor.
There’s no way out of this for any of us from inside of ourselves, nor does Jesus say: “Do this! And then you will be happy!” No. The beatitudes are a description of the way things are when they are already being lived.
We can’t just “make a decision” so that then we are living the beatitudes and then we are happy. We can’t lift ourselves up by our own bootstraps, just ending up on our keisters.
If, instead, with the grace of Jesus, He drawing us into His friendship, we are enlivened by love of God and love of neighbor received into our hearts and souls and minds from Him, that is, His love and truth and goodness and kindness, then when we happen to come across the beatitudes on a random Sunday or in our own reading of the Scriptures, it will be like a lightning bolt striking us, but this time not stunning us, but rather vindicating us, strengthening us, encouraging us, we realizing that the joyous beatitudes are ours, not because we have gone after them, but because they have come after us, because Jesus has come after us.
Look up the beatitudes in the Gospels and ask how they strike you. Are you wiped out or enlivened, stunned into a catatonic state or steadfastly happy in your friendship with our Lord Jesus?
That citation from the account of Isaiah’s vocation to dull hearts, stop up ears and blind eyes lest anyone see with their eyes and hear with their ears and understand with their hearts and turn to the Lord and be saved… you know… THAT citation that no one goes near lest we die of wretchedness.
A separate rant on Mark: I chose this passage in Mark for my doctoral seminar topic, discovering heaps about Mark’s usage, a totally cool citation from the Rabbis citing Isaiah. ;-) But NO ONE wants to hear about that because, you know, it’s always been said that Mark ignores the Jews and writes only for the Gentiles, you know, a short catechism thing. But that betrays everything in Mark. Interesting thing about Mark, whose Gospel commentators dismiss as being early, simplistic, a nothing burger, interesting that the passages which Mark shares with, say, Matthew, are longer in themselves than Matthew or at least are each even much more theologically developed than in Matthew. Weren’t expecting that, were you?
We had a big crowd for the closing day of the novena sponsored by the Knights of Columbus. At the end, Holy Mass was offered for a very specific intention, that respect for life would increase, respect for life from natural conception to natural death. A homily, a sermon actually, was encouraged. It’s a bit longish, but has a certain ferocity about it. It’s a bit of a fright when the role Satan has had in the culture of death is described. It’s a bit of a fright when the provenance of the entitlement mentality gripping the nation is presented. Yikes!
There are a thousand stories to recount, and there’s so very much more to say on any and every level, but you can’t say everything in one homily.