32nd Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: 2 Maccabees 7:1-2, 9-14; 2 Thessalonians 2:16-3:5; Luke 20:27-38

“You can’t take it with you.”

That is at least part of Jesus’ reply

to the Sadducees in today’s Gospel.

The Sadducees were a group within Judaism

who held to a very traditional interpretation of the Law

and who, in particular, rejected what they considered the novel idea

that in God’s kingdom those righteous one’s who had died

would be raised to new life.

We see this belief testified to in our first reading,

from the book of Maccabees:

“the King of the world will raise us up again to live forever.”

For the Sadducees, this idea was a dangerous innovation

that undermined their more traditional view

that people were rewarded or punished by God in this life.

So they pose to Jesus,

who teaches this dangerously innovative idea of resurrection,

the following puzzle:

If a woman’s husband dies, and she marries his brother,

who in turn dies, and she marries another brother,

and so on and so forth through seven brothers

(if I were the seventh brother

I would think twice before marrying this woman),

when the dead are raised to new life,

whose wife will she be?

Jesus’ answer to the Sadducees is twofold.

The first part of his answer is to make clear

that the kind of life led by those

whom God will raise from death to new life

is something quite different from the sort of life we live now.

Those who live in the kingdom of God

“neither marry nor are given in marriage.”

No doubt in God’s kingdom we will still love

those whom we have loved in the time of this life,

but the institution of marriage itself,

tied up as it is with creating households and raising children,

is for this world, not for the kingdom.

People say, “you can’t take it with you,”

and it would seem that, according to Jesus,

marriage is one of those things you can’t take with you.

The second part of Jesus answer to the Sadducees

is that we believe that the dead shall be raised

because we believe that our God is the God of the living;

what it means truly to live is to live in relationship with God

and God’s relationship to those whom God loves

cannot be defeated, even by death.

As Paul says in our second reading,

“the Lord is faithful;

he will strengthen you and guard you.”

Those whom we think of as dead are not dead to God,

and when God’s kingdom is manifested in its fullness

we shall see and know the fullness of life

that is enjoyed by those righteous ones

who have died in God’s cause.

While the saying “you can’t take it with you”

applies to many things in this world,

it doesn’t apply to our relationship with God.

In fact, it seems that this relationship

is the one thing you can take with you.

So Jesus’ response to the Sadducees is to remind them

that the things we think of as making up the fabric of our life –

institutions like marriage,

political structures,

economic systems,

and even the outward forms of the Church –

are in fact simply temporary bulwarks

that we construct against the terrifying reality of death,

and in the age to come they will give way

before the one reality that is the true fabric of our life:

God’s love for us.

You can’t take these things with you

because you don’t need to take them with you;

in the fullness of God’s kingdom,

God’s love alone will unite us with God and with each other

and we will not need those temporary structures

that form the fabric of our lives in this world.

But, of course, we do not yet live

in the fullness of God’s kingdom.

In the time of this life

people still marry and are given in marriage,

they vote and run in elections,

they invest and spend money,

they gather weekly as Church

to hear God’s Word spoken in human words

and to encounter God through sacramental signs.

In the time of this life these things,

provisional though they be,

are the warp and woof from which our lives are woven.

In the time of this life these things,

provisional though they be,

are of crucial importance

to the life that we hope to live in the kingdom of God.

In the time of this life these things,

provisional though they be,

are the means by which we bear witness in this age

to the life we hope to live in the age to come.

Though there will be no marriage in the kingdom of God,

how we live our committed relationships in this age

can become a sign

of how we will live our risen life in the age to come

if we live those commitments

with integrity and honesty and self-sacrifice.

Though there will be, thank God,

no politics or economies in the kingdom of God,

how we inhabit the political and economic structures of this age

can become a sign of our dwelling in God’s kingdom

if we inhabit those structures in such a way that we always look,

not to our own concerns and well-being,

but to the concerns and well-being

of the poor, the outcast and the defenseless.

Though there will be no need

for sacramental signs in the kingdom of God,

how we gather as Church in this age

can become a sign of the heavenly liturgy

that we will celebrate in the kingdom

if we give ourselves generously and without reservation

to the worship of God.

Marriage, power, money,

even the outward structures of the Church. . .

you can’t take them with you

into the risen life of God’s kingdom.

We can, however, use them in this age,

in the time of this life,

as a means by which we begin to live that risen life now.

They are the strands from which

the fabric of our lives is woven,

the lives that we are called to place

at the service of God and neighbor.

Next week we will be asking you to consider again

your financial support of our parish.

I always tell people that if they do not give more money

our doors will not close,

our current staff will not have to be let go;

we will find a way to make do.

But that is not why we give.

We given because even though

both our money and our parish community

are simply provisional realities,

neither of which will go with us into God’s kingdom,

the two of them together

can become a sign of that kingdom here and now.

You can’t take it with you,

but you can use it now in such a way

that it becomes a sign

of the risen life we will lead in the age to come.

28th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: 2 Kings 5:14-17; 2 Timothy 2:8-13; Luke 17:11-19

There are many interesting issues raised in today’s Gospel –

concerning healing, gratitude and so forth –

but I want to begin with one question:

why is it that, when the ten lepers ask Jesus to heal them,

he tells them to go show themselves to the priests?

According to the book of Leviticus,

it was the role of the priests in the Temple

to examine those who had been afflicted

with the disease of Leprosy

in order to see if they had recovered,

so they could be re-admitted to the community of Israel.

When Jesus tells them to go and show themselves to the priests,

he is telling them to do what the Law of God required them to do.

So perhaps we ought not to be so hard on the nine lepers who went on their way

without so much as a “thank you” to Jesus.

They were, after all, doing what was right

in the eyes of their religious tradition;

they were doing what was expected of them

as good Israelites.

But one leper came back. Why?

Well, he was a Samaritan.

As you may know, the Samaritans

were something like second-cousins to the Jews

who worshipped the God of Israel,

but did not worship at the Temple in Jerusalem

or accept the Temple priesthood.

What is surprising

is that he would have approached Jesus in the first place,

for at the time of Jesus there was a great deal of hostility

between Jews and Samaritans

and the fact that Samaritan

would have gone to a Jewish holy man for healing

can only be a sign of just how desperate he was.

But it is not surprising that he would have felt no great urgency

to fulfill Jesus’ command

to go show himself to the priests,

since Samaritans did not think much

of the priests in Jerusalem to begin with.

He knew that he was an outsider,

and that even now that he had been cleansed of his leprosy

he was still an outsider.

But being an outsider helped him to see

something that the insiders missed;

it allowed him to see that it was Jesus who had healed him

and it was to Jesus that he was to give thanks.

His nine fellow-lepers were so well schooled

in their traditions and customs

that they seem to have been blinded

to what God was actually doing in their midst.

They were so focused on religious business-as-usual

that they missed something truly extraordinary:

the kingdom of God present in the healing ministry of Jesus.

“Has none but this foreigner returned to give thanks to God?”

The insiders could benefit from the perspective of the outsider.

This valuing of the perspective of the outsider

is a theme that runs throughout the Old and New Testaments.

Those who are not settled

within the well-worn patterns of religion and culture

bring to us fresh eyes with which to see

what God is doing in the world.

Prophets like Jeremiah seem deliberately

to make themselves outsiders

so as to better hear the Word of God.

This insight is an integral element

in the long-standing Catholic tradition

of openness to and advocacy for migrants and refugees.

In his 2003 Message on the World Day of Migrants and Refugees

Pope John Paul II called this openness part of,

“the Christian duty to welcome

whoever comes knocking out of need.”

In other words, it is nothing less than what we must do

if we wish to hear on the day of judgment:

“Come, you who are blessed by my Father.

Inherit the kingdom prepared for you

from the foundation of the world.

For I was hungry and you gave me food,

I was thirsty and you gave me drink,

a stranger and you welcomed me” (Matthew 25:34-35).

But this openness is more than a matter

of simple Christian charity,

for we are called not simply to give to the outsider,

but also to receive from the outsider,

to receive from the outsider a fresh perspective

on ourselves, our world, and our God.

Pope John Paul went on in the same message to say,

“Such openness builds up vibrant Christian communities,

enriched by the Spirit with the gifts brought to them

by new disciples from other cultures.”

We cannot be complete without the other, the outsider,

who can see us in a way that we can never see ourselves.

In the foreigner who returns to give thanks,

who perceives God present

in a place we never thought to look,

we learn something new about ourselves and about God.

We have seen this in our own parish community,

in all that we have gained in the past few years

from our Filipino parishioners,

who have enriched us with their customs

and given us fresh eyes with which to see

what God is doing in the world.

They have helped our parish to become more Catholic,

more universal,

through the Missa de Gallo,

Our Lady of Perpetual Help,

and most of all their prayerful presence among us.

I believe it is particularly important

to recall our Catholic tradition

of openness to and advocacy for migrants and refugees,

and our Catholic belief that we are enriched

by those who come to us as outsiders,

as questions of immigration reform begin to come to the fore

in America’s political debates.

Immigration reform is a complex issue,

and I would not presume to suggest in this forum

how we should go about balancing

compassion,

justice,

and concern for the common good

in the enacting of legislation.

People of good will can differ on these issues

and on details of various proposals.

These matters are complex and the correct solution is not always obvious.

But politics can get ugly,

and sometimes we can get ugly along with it.

Sometimes we can get locked into the framework of American politics

and forget that we are first of all Catholics.

But, as Paul reminds us in our second reading,

the word of God is not chained,

and today God's word reminds us that

there are some things that we as Catholics can never do.

We can never use the stranger in our midst as a political football

in order to gain an electoral victory.

We can never demonize those we perceive as outsiders

or to use them as scapegoats for a host of social problems.

We can never convince ourselves that we “insiders”

have nothing to learn,

nothing to gain,

in welcoming these “outsiders.”

We as Catholics can never forget

that Christ is to be found in the stranger that we welcome

and that it is sometimes the foreigner among us

who sees that to which we are blind,

who recalls to us what we have forgotten,

and who reminds us to return to give thanks to God.

25th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: Amos 8:4-7; 1 Timothy 2:1-8; Luke 16:1-13

How do you react in a crisis?

When you find yourself at a crossroads

and are confronted with events

that threaten to turn your life upside down,

what do you do?

Where do you find the resources to know how to act?

In today’s gospel Jesus tells the story of a man who is faced with a crisis

that many people today are also faced with: the impending loss of his job.

Of course, in his case he is about to lose his job

not because of an economic downturn

but because he has been squandering his employer’s money.

But what is important is that he doesn’t panic but rather, true to form,

sets about securing a golden parachute for himself.

He does this by, as it were, cooking the books to help out those

who are in debt to his employer,

so that when he is turned out on the street

they will all owe him a favor

that he can cash in.

Funny enough, by means of this craftiness,

he earns the admiration of his employer,

who is probably none too honest himself.

The rich man praises his dishonest employee for his prudence;

the Greek word is phronesis,

which is the name the philosopher Aristotle gives

to the disposition of the mind

by which we know how to act in a particular situation

so as to achieve a fulfilling life.

And in this case, the dishonest employee certain shows phronesis,

particularly given that his own understanding of “fulfillment”

seems bound up with having material possessions.

Indeed, he does not hesitate;

it is as if he had been preparing for this crisis his whole life,

and he knows exactly how to respond.

Earlier this week, the Church offered for our consideration

the story of another man facing a crisis.

Last Thursday was the feast of St. Cyprian of Carthage,

who was a bishop in North Africa in the third century AD.

Cyprian had guided his flock

through a period of severe persecution under the emperor Valerian

until the time came when he too was arrested

and put on trial for being a Christian.

At his trial the Roman governor of the province told him

that if he would perform a ritual sacrifice to the emperor,

signifying his renunciation of the Christian faith,

his life would be spared.

Cyprian responded, “I will not do so.”

The governor said, “Consider your position,”

to which Cyprian replied,

“In such a just cause there is no need for deliberation.”

The governor then decreed that Cyprian would be executed,

as an example to other Christians,

to dissuade them from resisting the emperor’s decree.

So the sentence was carried out.

Like the dishonest employee in Jesus’ parable,

Cyprian too does not hesitate;

it is as if he had been preparing for this crisis his whole life,

and he knows exactly how to respond.

What makes us capable of responding in a crisis,

and what determines how we respond?

How do we acquire prudence or phronesis?

Jesus says,

“The person who is trustworthy” –

the Greek word is actually pistos or “faithful” –

“in very small matters

is also trustworthy in great ones;

and the person who is dishonest in very small matters

is also dishonest in great ones.”

In other words, we prepare for great moments of crisis

by means of the little choices we make each and every day,

the choices that form our character,

that make us the people that we are.

The dishonest employee in the parable

spent his life being dishonest in small matters,

and when the moment of great crisis comes,

he is dishonest then as well.

St. Cyprian spent his life seeking God’s grace to be faithful

and when the moment of great crisis comes, he is faithful to the end,

boldly professing Christ even in the face of death.

This single moment of boldness

grew out of a multitude of small acts of love,

thousands of brief prayers for grace and assistance,

hundreds of occasions when he gathered with God’s people at Christ’s altar

to be strengthened by the Eucharist.

These are perhaps small matters, taken singly,

but they were for Cyprian

what prepared him for the decisive moment

in which he would witness to Christ at the cost of his life.

The Roman governor said Cyprian would be executed

as an example to others.

As sometimes happens, he spoke better than he knew,

for he meant that Cyprian’s death would be a warning to other Christians,

but instead, Cyprian became for them an example

of a truly fulfilling life: a life of faith.

He became an example of how being faithful in small matters

can lead to faithfulness in those moments

when everything in our lives comes together as if at a crossroads,

a moment of crisis.

It is not so different with us here today.

Many people in this parish have had to face moments of crisis,

when everything comes together as at a crossroads:

the death of someone they love,

the loss of a job or a home,

the painful ending of a relationship,

the realization that they or someone they love suffers from an addiction,

moments of doubt about themselves and even about God.

And I have seen them respond

with a faith and a resilience that is astonishing.

Of course, in the end all of this is a matter of the sheer grace of God,

freely given to us out of love.

But this is not a grace that is suddenly dumped on us in that moment of crisis,

but a grace that works its way into our hearts and minds

over the course of a lifetime,

as we have sought to be faithful and hopeful and loving in small matters.

So let us pray for the grace to live our lives in such a way

that when the decisive moment comes,

and it seems as though the meaning of our entire life

hangs on how we respond,

we will be able to speak and act in a way

that shows us to be who we have become:

faithful disciples of Jesus, who live by his Spirit.

Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Readings: Rv 11:19a; 12:1-6a, 10ab; 1 Cor 15:20-27; Lk 1:39-56

Although we habitually speak of heaven as “up” and of hell as “down,”

I suspect that most of us know, as most Christians have always known,

that neither place can be reached by traversing a physical distance.

Indeed, a number of years ago

Pope John Paul II reiterated the traditional Christian view,

saying, “the ‘heaven’ or ‘happiness’ in which we will find ourselves

is neither an abstraction

nor a physical place in the clouds,

but a living, personal relationship with the Holy Trinity”

(General Audience, Wednesday 21 July 1999).

In other words, “heaven” is not so much a place

as it is a state of being.

It is good to remind ourselves of this

when we celebrate a feast such as the one we celebrate today.

Today, the feast of the Assumption, we celebrate our belief

that Mary, upon her death,

was taken body and soul into heavenly glory.

Already in the 451 AD, when the Emperor Marcian

asked the bishop of Jerusalem

to bring Mary’s bones to Constantinople

so that they might be placed in the cathedral there,

the bishop responded to his request by saying that,

“Mary had died in the presence of the apostles;

but her tomb, when opened later . . .

was found empty

and so the apostles concluded that the body was taken up into heaven."

Universal acceptance of this belief

developed over the centuries in the Church

until it was solemnly defined by Pope Pius XII in 1950

as part of the official body of teachings of the Catholic Church.

Now one might imagine this event

as one often sees it depicted in art:

with Mary slowly rising up into the clouds,

perhaps with angels beneath her feet,

giving her an extra boost.

But if heaven is not a physical place,

but rather a state of being in perfect relationship with God –

a state that involves a radical transformation

of our entire self, body and soul –

then these artistic imaginings

must be understood as precisely that:

acts of the human imagination,

in which we attempt to depict for ourselves

realities that go beyond what our minds can fully grasp.

So when we speak of Mary being “assumed” or taken up into heaven,

we aren’t really talking about a direction to which we can point

or a distance that we can traverse.

Mary is not, literally speaking, “up there”

because heaven is not, literally speaking, “up there.”

But it is not too hard to imagine

why people have spoken that way over the years.

There is something about the sky –

or, as we sometimes call them, the heavens –

that speak to us of that exalted state of being

that we might call “heavenly glory,”

that state of being into which Mary has entered.

This summer, while on vacation in Northwestern Colorado,

in one of those increasingly rare places

where there is no electrical lighting for miles around,

I was amazed by the night sky.

In contrast to Baltimore, where at night our stingy skies

might favor us with at best a glimpse of the Big Dipper,

there the stars were strewn across of sky with reckless prodigality.

Their number and their variety were almost more

than the mind and senses could take in;

the immensity of the space of the sky

was like a pool into which one could fall forever.

I was put in mind of the words

of the Jesuit poet Gerard Manley Hopkins:

“Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies!

O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!"

It was as if in the sky above us

God had provided the whole world

with a symbol of heavenly glory.

The night sky spoke of a mystery

in which there is always more to discover,

a pearl of great price

for which it just might make sense to risk everything,

a standing invitation

to join the fire-folk dwelling there in glory.

It made it possible to imagine

that that which spread itself out above me

was not merely a sky,

but was indeed the heavens.

What better place to imagine Mary,

“a woman clothed with the sun,

with the moon under her feet,

and on her head a crown of twelve stars”?

Surely of all Christ’s followers, Mary is among the fire-folk,

those in whom God’s grace has kindled the fire of divine love.

St. Augustine wrote:

“My weight is my love.

Wherever I am carried, my love is carrying me.

By your gift we are set on fire and carried upwards;

we grow red hot and ascend” (Confessions, 8.9.10).

Mary loved God,

and that love has carried her into heavenly glory.

It is perhaps fitting that,

on this feast of Mary’s being taken up

into the mystery that we call heaven,

our Gospel lets Mary herself speak

of the love that burns within her,

the divine gift by which she is carried upward.

She sings in her Magnificant, her song of praise to God,

of the love that casts down the mighty from their throne

and has lifted up the lowly.

Mary is lifted up in her lowliness

because she said “yes” to God’s love,

said "yes" to the invitation

to become the mother of Jesus, God with us.

But this feast is not just about Mary,

for Mary is not only the Mother of God,

but also the first disciple,

the first to say “yes” to Jesus Christ.

And all of us who say “yes” to Jesus stand with Mary:

we have hope that Mary’s destiny in heavenly glory

will also be our destiny;

we have hope that the unimaginable joy of eternal life with God

will be ours as well;

we have hope that we too will be among the fire-folk

who burn with divine love.

So heaven may not be “up”

and hell may not be “down,”

but the next time you happen to be away from the city’s lights

and the night is particularly clear,

and you find yourself beneath that great symbol of heaven,

“Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies!

O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!"

Imagine Mary among the stars in glory,

and imagine yourself there too.

16th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: Genesis 18:1-10a; Colossians 1:24-28; Luke 10:38-42

In the Christian tradition,

today’s Gospel has usually been understood

in terms of two different sorts of Christian callings –

the calling to the life of active service, represented by Martha,

and the calling to the life of contemplative prayer, represented by Mary –

and the relative superiority of the life of contemplation to the life of action.

But if we read this story from Luke’s gospel in light of our first reading,

which is the story from Genesis

about Abraham’s reception of three mysterious angelic figures

who bring him unexpected tidings

of the impending birth of Isaac, his son,

then the story of Mary and Martha can also be read

as a story about hospitality.

In particular, it is a story about our hospitality

and the hospitality of God.

In our parish of Corpus Christi

we tend to think of ourselves as a pretty hospitable bunch,

welcoming all sorts and conditions of people into our community

and seeking to live together the good news of our salvation in Jesus Christ,

good news that inspires us to reach out to the stranger.

Indeed, the annual event of Artscape allows us to show our hospitality

by offering our church building as a venue for performances,

as well as offering the building itself

as one of the significant works of art in the city of Baltimore,

a space that speaks through the medium of art

of the fundamental mysteries of our Catholic Christian faith.

And, in the past few weeks,

we have had the additional opportunity to flex our hospitality muscles

in welcoming Fr. Marty as our new pastor.

It is precisely these sorts of occasions

that invite us to reflect on what it means to be hospitable.

In the ancient world, receiving hospitality was necessary for survival

when one found oneself a stranger in a strange land

and hotels, motels, and bed and breakfasts had not yet been invented.

The first reading notes that Abraham sees the three visitors,

“when the day was growing hot”

and that he offers them shade and water, as well as food to eat.

In a harsh physical environment, receiving and offering hospitality

can be a matter of life and death.

In this case, the three visitors

are messengers or angels sent from God,

so it is not so important that they receive hospitality

as it is that Abraham offers it to them.

Indeed, throughout the Old Testament God tells the Israelites

that they are to show hospitality to strangers

because God has shown hospitality to them,

taking them in when they were wandering strangers without a homeland.

Part of what it means truly to receive God’s hospitality,

is to show hospitality to others.

In the Gospel, Martha reacts to the arrival of Jesus

in a way not unlike Abraham

reacting to the arrival of his three guests:

she runs around, getting things ready,

becoming in the process, as Jesus notes,

“anxious and worried about many things.”

Indeed, she gets herself in such a state

that she asks Jesus, her houseguest,

to take her side in an argument with her sister:

“Lord, do you not care that my sister

has left me by myself to do the serving?

Tell her to help me.”

Think about this for a second:

someone comes to your house

and you try to drawn him into a domestic dispute.

This is hospitality?

It sounds more like Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf.

It would be as if we asked our newly-arrived pastor

to take a side in some long-standing feud among parishioners,

and I know none of us would ever do something like that.

Martha may think she is the one being hospitable,

but in fact she has tried to put Jesus, her guest,

in a very uncomfortable position.

Moreover, she is so busy doing things for Jesus

that she cannot take the time to be with Jesus, her guest,

except to pop in to complain about her sister.

We might be inclined to forgive Martha these breaches of hospitality

since she, like many of us, is burdened with much serving.

Also, she is, after all, only doing what she thinks is expected of her

as a woman in the household.

Indeed, she probably presumed that, as a woman,

all that she could offer a religious teacher like Jesus

was her anxious, worried activity.

What she cannot imagine –

but which somehow Mary can imagine –

is that Jesus wants her to be with him,

in the position of a disciple,

sitting at his feet

and learning from him the mysteries of God’s kingdom.

Mary chooses the better part

because she chooses to be with Jesus;

she gives her guest the one thing that he really wants:

herself as his disciple.

True hospitality, Jesus seems to be saying,

is not so much a doing-for as it is a being-with.

In our everyday acts of hospitality,

all of our anxious and worried activity –

cooking food, making beds, cleaning bathrooms –

must at some point come to a stop

so that we can finally do the one thing

at which all our activity aims:

being with our guest;

giving ourselves to him or her by opening ourselves

and truly listening to what our guest has to say.

And when the one whom we are welcoming is God,

it is even more the case

that the only thing we really have to give

is our attentive presence.

We cannot really do-for God;

but we can certainly be-with God.

It is as if we show God hospitality

by accepting the hospitality God offers us.

That, after all, is all that God really desires.

And in the hospitality that we as Christians show to others –

whether through opening our church at Artscape,

or welcoming couples who wish to get married here,

or inviting people who want to explore the Catholic faith

to consider the RCIA process,

or even celebrating the arrival of a new pastor –

what we are really doing is inviting them to join us

in accepting God’s hospitality,

to join us in being-with God by being-with each other.

For it is in giving and receiving such hospitality

that we truly are corpus Christi: the body of Christ.

11th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: 2 Samuel 12:7-10, 13; Galatians 2:16, 19-21; Luke 7:36-50

The biologist Richard Dawkins, in his best-seller, The God Delusion,

writes of what he calls

“the unhealthy preoccupation of early Christian theologians with sin.”

He continues,

“They could have devoted their pages and their sermons

to extolling the sky splashed with stars,

or mountains and green forests, seas and dawn choruses.

These are occasionally mentioned,

but the Christian focus is overwhelmingly

on sin sin sin sin sin sin sin.

What a nasty little preoccupation to have dominating your life”

(The God Delusion p. 252).

To some, it might seem that our readings today

would bear out his charge:

we hear first of David who,

once he is caught out by Nathan and threatened by God,

repents of the sin of having Uriah killed;

then we hear Paul speak of our unrighteousness

and our need to be “justified” before God;

finally, we hear the story of this sinful woman,

whom Jesus compares to a debtor,

before he forgives her sins and sends her on her way.

So is sin the “nasty little preoccupation”

that dominates the minds of Christians?

Do we take some masochistic delight

in pondering and proclaiming our own wretchedness,

or, perhaps more plausibly, the wretchedness of others?

And does our “nasty little preoccupation” with sin

stunt our sense of the beauty and wonder of the natural world?

Some who do not share Professor Dawkins’s atheism

might still agree with him

that we’ve really had too much of this sin business

and that we ought to focus more on the goodness of God,

on God’s blessings,

and not so much on sin,

which simply leaves us paralyzed with guilt –

Catholic guilt, which apparently is the most virulent variety.

One might think that if we focus on our sinfulness,

we will miss the beauty of what God gives us;

we will fail to see the blessing of, in Dawkins’s lovely phrases,

“the sky splashed with stars,

or mountains and green forests,

seas and dawn choruses.”

The more we are preoccupied with sin,

the less we will perceive God’s goodness.

Well, Jesus seems to be of a different opinion,

at least in today’s Gospel reading.

While dining at the house of Simon the Pharisee,

a woman – apparently a well-known sinner in town –

interrupts the proceedings

by washing Jesus’ feet with her tears,

drying them with her hair,

and anointing them with an expensive ointment.

The reaction to this of Simon –

who sees only the woman’s sins

and her temerity in touching Jesus –

prompts Jesus to speak of the great love that has moved her

to such seemingly outrageous actions –

crashing a dinner party

and daring to touch a prophet with her sinner’s tears.

He implies that her love’s greatness is directly proportional

to the burden of sin that had been lifted from her,

the debt that is to be forgiven her:

“her many sins have been forgiven

because she has shown great love.

But the one to whom little is forgiven, loves little.”

It is only because she knows how great her sins are

that she can have this great love awakened in her.

Her “nasty little preoccupation” with her sins

has opened before her vistas of divine love

vaster than the sky splashed with stars

and more beautiful than the dawn choruses.

How do we find this great love;

how can we have it awakened within us?

Where can we go to hear Jesus say to us what he said to her:

“Your sins are forgiven. . . Your faith has saved you; go in peace”?

In the Catholic tradition one of the privileged places

where we encounter Christ’s forgiveness

is the Sacrament of Reconciliation.

It is no secret that this is a sacrament that, in the past few decades,

many Catholics have come to practice only infrequently, if at all.

Recent data from the Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate

at Georgetown University

shows that among those Americans who identify as Catholic,

only about a quarter goes to confession on even a yearly basis.

For about a ten-year period of my life,

I was among the three-quarters majority who never go:

held back by embarrassment, inertia, inconvenience,

and who knows how many other reasons.

I won’t speculate about other people’s reasons for avoiding the sacrament,

but I know that for myself

that the longer I stayed away from the sacrament

the harder it became to contemplate going,

as I imagined the priest saying,

“It’s been how many years since your last confession?”

I suppose I feared I would encounter someone who,

in terms of our Gospel,

was more like Simon the Pharisee and less like Jesus.

When, somehow moved by God’s grace,

I finally did return to the sacrament –

walking around a field in France,

confessing to a Benedictine monk

who was the only native English speaker in his monastery –

I was shocked to find that he was not shocked

by my long absence from the sacrament.

In fact, he didn’t seem much shocked by anything I said.

I discovered that all my reasons for not going to confession

were in fact excuses,

and that what had been dominating my life

was not my “nasty little preoccupation” with sin,

but my studious attempts to avoid thinking about sin –

or maybe I should say, “sin sin sin sin sin sin sin” –

in any personal way.

For Jesus, being aware of our sins –

indeed, confessing them,

weeping over them,

getting to our knees before the God whose love we have offended

and asking for mercy –

is not a “nasty little preoccupation,”

but a prelude to the great love

that can only be experienced in forgiveness.

It is not neurosis to know that we are sinners,

but rather a realistic assessment of our situation:

we have sinned in our thoughts and in our words,

in what we have done and in what we have failed to do.

To deny this is the true neurosis;

it is to lock ourselves into a world of illusion,

and to make ourselves

blind to the infinite vistas of God’s goodness

and deaf to the song of divine mercy.

For we cannot know how good God is

until we see that, despite our sins,

Jesus does not shrink from our touch.

We cannot love God with all our heart, mind and strength

until we know how great a debt has been forgiven us,

until we hear Christ say,

“Your sins are forgiven. . . Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”

Easter 5

Readings: Acts 41:21-23; Revelation 21:1-5a; John 13:31-33a; 34-35

As many of you know,

the pastoral council’s survey of the parish last year

revealed that 65% of those responding

have been in the parish for fewer than ten years,

and 51% had been in the parish for fewer than five years.

(I should note that, having been in the parish twelve years,

this makes me one of the “old timers” –

something I’m not too happy about.)

And if you have been paying attention

to those who tend to stand in the back of the church

you might have noticed that in the past six months

we have had something of a baby boom.

And when you add this to the seven children

we welcomed to Christ’s altar

at last week’s first communion celebration,

one has something of a sense of what John felt in the book of Revelation

when he heard the voice form the heavenly throne say,

“Behold, I make all things new.”

He must have felt a sense of exhilaration

at the new vistas opening up before him:

the new Jerusalem descending from heaven,

the city where God will dwell with the human race,

where “there shall be no more death or mourning, wailing or pain,

for the old order has passed away.”

At the same time, John must have felt a sense of apprehension

at the prospect of all things being made new –

the prospect of the transformation of all that is familiar

into something new and different.

How, we might ask, will we find our way

if God makes all things new,

if the old order passes away entirely?

These thoughts occur to me at this particular moment

because on Thursday we buried Ruby Strawberry,

eighty-nine years old,

a long-time and faithful parishioner

who attended the 4:00 Mass,

and because in a few minutes we will baptize

two of our newest parishioners, Theo and Mary.

Somehow, at least in my mind, these two events

keep intersecting with each other.

It is tempting at such a moment

to think of an old order of things passing away

and a new order of things beginning,

to think of the passing the torch from one generation to another

as part of the ceaseless cycle of birth and death.

But I think there is something far more mysterious going on here.

It is not that Theo and Mary are arriving just as Ruby is leaving.

This might be true in terms of the natural cycles of birth and death,

but it is not true when we take into account the mystery of God’s grace.

For our faith is that Ruby hasn’t really left us;

reborn in Christ, she is not part of the old order that has passed away,

but rather is a citizen of the new and heavenly Jerusalem

where she dwells with God.

She is not gone;

she has simply moved more deeply

into the mystery of Christ’s body,

the same body of Christ into which

Theo and Mary will soon be baptized.

By our human reckoning Ruby might belong to one generation

and Theo and Mary to another,

but in Christ’s body they share a common birth into eternal life,

and are “fellow citizens with the saints

and members of the household of God” (Eph. 2:19).

Somehow, in the mystery of the Church,

Mary and Theo will be Ruby’s friends;

they will pray for her

when our book of memory is presented each November,

and I am confident that she will pray for them

in the mysterious eternity of the Church triumphant.

This is what it means to be the Church:

to believe that we are united by God’s grace in Christ’s body.

And this is why Christ commands his disciples in today’s Gospel

to love one another with the same love with which he has loved them.

This is the love that can united us across barriers of time and distance,

and even across the barrier of death.

It is important always to keep this love that Christ commands

before our eyes

as we live our life together as a community of faith.

Given human nature, we can be tempted either to cling to the past,

to the ways that we have always done things,

or to become so enamored of the new that we dismiss our heritage

as merely part of the old order that has passed away.

Both temptations must be resisted

if we are to fulfill Christ’s command of love.

The one who says, “Behold, I make all things new”

constantly calls us into a future that requires us to change,

to think in new ways,

to venture outside the boundaries with which we are comfortable.

The large influx of new parishioners in the past decade

is a wonderful sign of life

but is also a challenge to those of us who have been around a while:

a challenge to think in new ways and to ask new questions,

to listen to new voices and consider new possibilities.

At the same time, we have a body of accumulated wisdom:

the wisdom of our long-time parishioners

and the wisdom of the tradition of the Church,

and this too must be listened to

if we are to be faithful to who we are.

What will make all of this possible is love:

the love with which Christ loves us

and with which he commands us to love each other.

Like Mary and Theo and Ruby,

we meet on the common ground of the love of Christ,

trusting that Christ crucified and risen is in our midst,

and that God’s spirit is here to guide us.

Our treasured past,

our challenging present,

and our unknown future

are all united in the God whom St. Augustine called

the “beauty so ancient and so new.”

So let us love one another:

old timers and newcomers,

children and adults,

progressive and traditional.

Let us love one another with the same love

with which Christ has loved us.

We owe it to Mary and Theo.

We owe it to Ruby Strawberry.

We owe it to ourselves.

Easter 4

Readings: Acts 13:14, 43-52; Revelation 7:9, 14b-17; John 10:27-30

Today’s reading from John’s Gospel

is an echo of Jesus’ longer discourse in that Gospel

about himself as the good shepherd

who lays down his life for his sheep.

Taking up this image, Jesus says

“My sheep hear my voice;

I know them, and they follow me.”

Some scholars argue that the image Jesus is using here

reflects the custom in the ancient near east

of the members of a village

keeping their sheep in a common pen at night;

when morning comes

and it is time for the shepherd to take his sheep

out of the pen to pasture

he would call them with a distinctive cry

and they would separate themselves

from the other sheep and follow him.

A pretty neat trick, if you ask me.

I can’t even get my dog to come when I call.

In John’s Gospel Jesus uses this image

to indicate how those who are members of his flock

will recognize his call and follow him,

separating themselves from those who do not recognize his call.

It is an image shaped both the concrete situation

in which John’s Gospel was written –

a situation of conflict between the Church,

the synagogue,

and pagan culture –

as well as the perennial call of Christians

to live in a manner that distinguishes them

from the culture and values of the world around them.

Thinking about our own vocation

to hear the voice of Christ and to follow him,

we might interpret this passage as a call

to separate ourselves from a world

that seems in many ways hostile to the Christian faith,

and, in particular, to the Catholic Church.

As we watch the Church and her leaders

pilloried in the press on an almost daily basis

over the scandal of sexual abuse by the clergy

and the cover up of that abuse by Church leaders,

some have suggested that this experience is showing us

that the secular world is out to get the Church

and that now is the time to circle the wagons,

pull up the draw bridge,

batten down the hatches,

leave the common sheepfold

and follow Jesus our shepherd to some place

where we can be free from these attacks.

Let me say that I think it would be a mistake

to take such a lesson from today’s Gospel.

 

My reason for thinking it is a mistake

is not because I think that there are no people in our world

who are anxious to use the current scandals as an occasion

to settle long-standing grudges with the Catholic Church.

I think some – though probably a minority –

of the current critics of the Church fall into this category.

As the ancient proverb says,

“When you want to beat a dog, any stick will do,”

and in this case the stick is the misdeeds of Catholic clergy.

Nor do I think it is a mistake

because I think that Christians should in no sense

seek to distinguish themselves from the world around them

and its culture and values.

Rather, I think it is a mistake

because Christians should be distinguished

not by their withdrawal from the world into a sheltered enclave

but by the way in which they live in the midst of the world.

Our way of living as those who follow Christ the shepherd

should not be one in which we flee our critics

into the safe haven of self-congratulation or self-pity,

but rather should be a life

of fearless self-scrutiny and on-going conversion.

What should distinguish us from the world

is our ability to hear the truth about ourselves,

no matter who speaks it,

and to repent and reform when needed.

The Christian calling involves

hearing the voice of the shepherd

even in the voices of those who would criticize the Church,

and to follow the shepherd into the new life that is promised

to those who let the blood of the lamb wash away their sins.

In the image from the book of Revelation

of the lamb who is our shepherd,

we see that following the call of Christ

is not a fleeing of the world to a place of invulnerability

but precisely our willingness

to let ourselves be wounded as he was

so that he might heal us.

And we are able to face the truth about ourselves,

to let the truth wound us.

because we believe the promise of Christ:

“I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish.

No one can take them out of my hand.”

The recognition of painful truth about ourselves

is the path to resurrection.

Some criticism is unfair and uninformed;

some is even malicious.

But the distinguishing mark of Christians –

both as individuals and as a community –

is not to flee from criticism to some imagined place of safety,

but our willingness to listen for the voice of our shepherd

even in the words of our critics.

Because our willingness to hear

uncomfortable truths about ourselves

grows from our faith

that no one can take us out of God’s hands.

If we are following the voice of the shepherd,

we have nothing to fear from the truth,

no matter who may be speaking it.

Easter Sunday

Readings: Acts 10:34a, 37-43; Colossians 3:1-4; John 20:1-18

“Seeing is believing.”

It is a phrase by which we express credulity:

“I didn’t think that Tide could get out stubborn stains,

but I saw an advertisement on TV that convinced me.”

It is also a phrase by which we express incredulity:

“Well, Congress may have passed healthcare reform,

but I’ll believe that it works when my insurance premiums go down.”

“Aunt Martha claims that UFOs land in Druid Hill Park every July 4th,

but I’ve never see it for myself.”

“You say that you are going to change,

but talk to me when you’ve been six-months sober.”

“Seeing is believing.”

We also sometimes apply this principle

when it comes to religious faith.

Students in my classes at Loyola

will often venture the opinion

that faith was easier for people in the time of Jesus

because God worked a lot more miracles back then,

and that if they could have seen a miracle –

Jesus healing someone

or walking on the water

or feeding the multitude –

then they could believe because, after all,

seeing is believing.

But the Gospels repeatedly make the point that,

at least when it comes to Jesus,

seeing is not believing,

at least not necessarily.

Again and again in the Gospels, Jesus will work a miracle –

sometimes a quite spectacular miracle –

and some of those who see it believe,

but many of those who see it do not.

Indeed, in our journey through Holy Week

we have heard how the disciples,

those who had been with Jesus since Galilee

and who had seen his mighty works,

all abandon him in the end,

because though they had seen,

they had not believed.

Even in the face of the mightiest work of all,

Jesus’ resurrection,

seeing is not always believing.

John’s account of the resurrection tells us

that at the empty tomb

the beloved disciple “saw and believed,”

but this was not the case for everyone there in that garden.

Mary Magdalen, who finds the stone rolled away from the tomb

and who summons Peter and the beloved disciple,

tells them “They have taken the Lord from the tomb

and we don’t know where they put him.”

She doesn’t specify who “they” are,

but presumably she thinks that someone has stolen Jesus’ body.

For Mary Magdalene, seeing the empty tomb is not believing.

Once the disciples return home, Mary stays at the tomb, weeping.

She peers into the tomb and sees two angels in white

who ask her why she weeps,

and the responds again that “they” have taken her Lord away.

For Mary Magdalene, seeing the angels is not believing.

Then she turns and sees Jesus,

but she thinks that he must be the gardener

and she asks him if perhaps he is the one

who has taken away Jesus’ body.

For Mary Magdalene, seeing the risen Jesus himself is not believing.

 

She must have turned away from him in disappointment,

because John tells us that when he speaks her name

she turns back to him.

She turns back because now, suddenly, she recognizes him,

and she says to him “rabbouni” – “my teacher.”

There is nothing there to see that was not there before,

but now Mary believes.

She believes because the risen Jesus calls her by name.

Gregory the Great wrote that it is as if Jesus were saying to her,

“Recognize him who recognizes you” (Homily 25).

Mary believes not because of what she sees

but because she stands before the one

who knows her to the very depths of her heart

and who reveals himself to her there.

The resurrection is surely something that happens to Jesus:

the one who was killed on Good Friday

is the one who lives on Easter morning;

his tomb is empty and his body is raised.

But it is also something that happens to his followers.

The resurrection involves not simply a change in Jesus,

but a change in those who, like Mary Magdalene,

will become witnesses to his resurrection.

Paul tells us in the letter to the Colossians

that we have died with Christ,

so that our life is hidden with Christ in God,

and that we have been raised with Christ,

so that we ought to seek that which is above.

Seeing is only believing if the one who sees is transformed.

Were we to stand at the empty tomb,

were we to see angels

and the risen Christ himself,

we would not, could not, believe

until the risen one calls us by our name,

summoning our belief

in the good news of the resurrection.

Jesus is truly risen,

but to know this we must be risen with him;

along with him we too must rise from death:

the death of sin and sorrow,

the death of doubt and disappointment.

To truly recognize the resurrected Lord

we must experience

not simply his rising from death,

but also our own.

Otherwise, the story of the resurrection

is just another tale

about something that supposedly happened

a long time ago

in a land far, far away.

During Lent we have focused on a phrase

from the letter to the Ephesians:

“Let the eyes of your heart be enlightened.”

We have prayed in this season of Lent

that God would help us to see

with the eyes of the heart,

that our vision might be transformed.

And now as Lent blossoms forth into Easter

we continue that prayer.

We don’t simply want to see,

but we want to see with the eyes of faith,

the eyes with which Mary Magdalene

was able to see the risen Jesus.

We want the faith that will allow us

to recognize him who recognizes us,

to know him as a living presence

in this community of faith:

in the words of scripture,

in the sacraments,

and in one another.

We want the faith that enlightens the eyes of our hearts.

Because seeing is not believing;

rather, it is believing that allows us to see.

Easter Vigil

Readings: Genesis 1:1-2:2; Exodus 14:15-15:1; Isaiah 54:5-15; 55:1-11; Baruch 3:9-15, 32-4:4; Ezekiel 36:16-17a, 18-28; Romans 6:3-11; Luke24:1-12

“Evening came, and morning followed. . .”

This phrase, along with the refrain “God saw how good it was,”

punctuates the story of creation

found in the opening chapter of the book of Genesis.

And throughout the history of God’s saving work,

by which God seeks to restore and perfect that creation,

we see evening and morning

punctuating the lives of God’s people.

In the book of Exodus, evening comes

as the Israelites camp at the edge of the Red Sea

with the Egyptian armies bearing down upon them,

intent upon their enslavement and destruction.

But God parts the sea for them and they pass over to safety

and as morning comes God closes the sea back,

destroying the Egyptians.

Evening came, and morning followed.

In the book of the prophet Isaiah,

after the long night of exile in Babylon,

the light of God’s love dawns upon the Israelites

as they return to their homeland,

and they are invited: “come to the water. . .

come, receive grain and eat. . . drink wine and milk.”

The night’s long fast is ended as the people of Israel

return to their promised land and its abundant fare.

Evening came, and morning followed.

The word of God comes to Ezekiel,

so that he might speak to God’s people,

to tell them that though they have defiled themselves

with deeds of darkness,

God will cleanse them,

and place within them a new heart and a new spirit,

hearts of living flesh in place of their stony hearts.

The night of God’s wrath

gives way to the light of forgiveness.

Evening came, and morning followed.

Dawn follows sunset,

morning follows evening,

down through history

until we come to that morning when,

“at daybreak on the first day of the week

the women who had come from Galilee with Jesus

took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb.”

Day is breaking after what must have seemed to those women

to be one of the longest and darkest nights of their lives.

This is a morning that brings with it no joy, no hope,

but only the sorrowful but necessary task

of preparing the dead body

of the one in whom they had placed all their hopes.

For them, what lies dead in the tomb

is not simply the teacher from Nazareth

but hope itself.

Though the sun may crest the horizon,

and its light fall upon the world,

for these women it seems

that an evening has come

that no morning will follow;

they are dwelling in a darkness of despair

that the sun cannot dispel.

But evening and morning,

darkness and light,

despair and hope:

these are in the hands of God.

As the prophet Baruch reminds us,

God is the one “who dismisses the light, and it departs;

calls it, and it obeys trembling.”

On Easter morning,

at the mouth of an empty tomb,

the women learn what our Exultet proclaims,

that Jesus Christ is “the Morning Star which never sets. . .

that Morning Star, who came back from the dead,

and shed his peaceful light on all humankind.”

The women learn that Christ is risen from the tomb,

and their hope is risen with him.

Evening came, and morning followed,

and the hope that was resurrected with Christ on Easter morning

is a light that will never set.

As Paul says, “Christ, raised from the dead, dies no more;

death no longer has power over him.”

And we know that this is true

because this history of salvation is our history as well.

The death and resurrection of Christ

is one that we mystically share in baptism.

“If we have died with Christ,

we believe that we shall also live with him.”

This is the mystery into which Laura will be baptized,

the mystery of Christ’s saving death and resurrection.

This is the mystery that Dan will reaffirm

in his reception into the Church.

Of course, as all of us who are baptized know –

and as Laura no doubt suspects –

after our rebirth in Christ

evening still comes

and morning still follows.

Even for those who have died and been raised with Christ in baptism

there is the daily dying and rising,

an evening and morning,

that remains the fabric of the Christian life.

Yet in the resurrection of Christ God has given us,

like those women at the tomb at daybreak,

a rebirth of hope.

And so we live, with the alternation of

evening and morning,

woe and wellbeing,

sorrow and joy,

but always knowing that Christ’s victory over death

has changed the world forever,

so that even in the darkest night

the light is still with us,

even if we can only see it

with the eyes of faith, hope and love.

“At daybreak on the first day of the week. . .” –

on the first day,

the day on which God said “let there be light” –

God speaks again:

let the morning of light and life

follow the evening of darkness and death.

Evening has come and morning has followed,

and it is the first day once again:

the victory of light over darkness;

the victory of life over death.

Christ has risen!

Death is defeated!

Let there be light!