Easter 2

Readings: Acts 4:32-35; 1 John 5:1-6; John 20:19-31

Thomas said he wouldn’t believe
until he saw the body.
And who can blame him;
it seems, after all,
a pretty incredible story.
Thomas said he wouldn’t believe
until he touched the body of Jesus
with his own hands,
saw its wounds,
put his fingers in the nail holes,
put his hand into the wound in his side.
Thomas said he wouldn’t believe
unless there were some way
in which he could experience for himself
the concrete presence of the risen Christ.

Thomas said he would not believe it,
and who can blame him?
Why should we believe something
without at least some evidence?
Why should we believe
not only that death could not defeat Jesus,
but that his very body itself was raised to life?
If his body still lives, show it to me.

In the Gospel today,
Jesus gives Thomas what he asks for:
“he said to Thomas,
‘Put your finger here and see my hands,
and bring your hand and put it into my side,
and do not be unbelieving, but believe.’”
And Thomas responds
with one of the boldest confessions
of faith in Jesus
in the entire New Testament:
“My Lord and my God!”

So much for Thomas;
he got what he asked for.
But what about us?
Jesus said, “Blessed are those
who have not seen and have believed.”
And yet, we still want to see;
we still want something tangible
to make this incredible claim more credible.
If Jesus is truly risen, then where is his body?

“The community of believers
was of one heart and mind,
and no one claimed
that any of his possessions was his own,
but they had everything in common. . . .
There was no needy person among them.”

Among the first disciples in the city of Jerusalem
the new life of the risen Jesus was palpable
in their love for each other,
in the concrete actions that showed that love,
in their unity of heart and mind.

If Jesus is truly risen, then where is his body?
At Corpus Christi parish in Baltimore Maryland
people give many hours of their time
planning liturgies,
toiling over budgets,
preparing music,
distributing food,
taking communion to the sick and shut in.

If Jesus is truly risen, then where is his body?
At Corpus Christi parish in Baltimore Maryland
people gather to pray
for themselves and for the world;
they sing their songs of praise
to the God of life;
they initiate children and adults
into Christ’s family;
they take, bless, break and share
Christ’s Eucharistic body and blood;
they mourn with each other in sorrow
and rejoice with each other in gladness.

I do not mention these things
in order to flatter you.
We all know that we,
both as individuals and as a community,
are far from perfect,
that we often fail to be a clear sign
of the dying and rising of Christ,
that we can be as petty or ill-tempered
or lazy or selfish as anyone else.
Sometimes it takes an act of faith
to believe that we are
what our name proclaims:
Corpus Christi, the body of Christ.
But our faith tells us that by God’s grace
we are that risen body,
that in our best moments
the Spirit of truth finds a way
to bear witness through us
to the truth that Jesus Christ is truly risen,
that his body lives.
And not only in us,
but in the many members of Christ’s body
throughout the world.

Like Thomas, the world will only believe
if it can see the risen Christ for itself.
St. Thomas Aquinas said,
“nothing shows the truth of the gospel better
than the love of those who believe”
(Super Io. cap. 17 lec. 5 no. 2241).
So let us seek to love one another,
let us open our hearts to the Spirit
who can make of us that risen body,
so that the world might see,
so that the world might believe,
that Christ is truly risen.

Easter Vigil

Readings: Genesis 1:1-2:2; Exodus 14:15-15:1; Isaiah 54:5-14; 55:1-11; Baruch 3:9-15, 32 -- 4:4; Ezekiel 36:16-17a, 18-22; Romans 6:3-11; Mark 16:1-7

Why are you here?

Could you not think of anything better to do 

on a Saturday night

than to come to church for two-and-a-half hours

and light candles and listen to huge chunks of Scripture

and bless water and remember you baptism

and celebrate the Eucharist late in the night?

Why would you do such a strange thing?

What have you come looking for?

Maybe you came because your life is going well

and you want celebrate the joy that you feel in you heart.

Maybe you came because you seek solace 

for the sorrow you carry 

and cannot seem to  put down.

Maybe you came because you always come,

because at some point you fell hopelessly in love

with the liturgy and lore of Christ’s Church,

and despite the ups and downs of your faith

you simply cannot imagine Easter without the Vigil.

Maybe you came because of all three.

I know that our parish as a community 

and we as individuals

have in the past year celebrated 

new births, new jobs, new homes, new friendships:

all of which we come to celebrate in the joy of this night.

I also know the some of us have suffered losses:

frustrations at work, financial troubles,

illnesses, anxiety, disappointments, deaths.

We bring these things too to this night.

For “this is the night,

when Christ broke the prison-bars of death 

and rose victorious from the underworld.”

This is the night 

in which the stone that sealed the tomb 

where hope was buried

is rolled away.

If you brought joy with you,

let this night increase your joy a thousand-fold.

If you brought sorrow,

let this night drown those sorrows

in the flood of new life 

that has burst forth from the tomb.

Alleluia, Christ is risen!

But what about tomorrow?

What about the next day?

What about when Easter is over 

and we are back in the midst of our daily lives,

back in the midst of our everyday joys and sorrows? 

Notice that in Mark’s account of the resurrection

the women do not see the risen Jesus –

rather they see only the empty tomb 

and the stone rolled away,

a sign of hope.

Remember the message 

that the women who find the empty tomb

are given to carry back to the disciples:

“He is going before you to Galilee;

there you will see him as he told you.”

Galilee:

the obscure province 

where they first encountered Jesus;

the place of their daily lives 

as fishermen and tax collectors;

the place that they left 

to follow Jesus on his journey to Jerusalem

where the great drama of death and resurrection 

would be played out.

Back to Galilee,

back to daily life,

back to their everyday joys and sorrows.

This is the night, 

in which we have been given a sign of hope,

a tomb burst open.

But when you leave here tonight

you will return to your own Galilees,

your own daily lives,

your own joys and sorrows.

The message of this night is that, 

“there you will see him, as he told you.”

Why are you here?

Because this is the night:

the night of the great drama of death and resurrection,

the night when we are given a sign of hope

that we cannot live without.

But tomorrow, 

and the next day, 

and the day after that –

as you celebrate your daily joys

and struggle with your daily sorrows –

in that place of your daily life,

“there you will see him, as he has told you.”

On this night of nights

may God bless you 

as you go forth to Galilee

to meet the risen Jesus. 

Palm Sunday

Readings: Mark 11:1-10; Isaiah 50:4-7; Philippians 2:6-11; Mark 14:1-15:47

What a waste.

An entire alabaster jar of expensive perfumed oil

broken and poured upon the head

of an obscure rabbi 

from one of the more distant and impoverished districts.

It could have been sold

and the money spent for some practical purpose.

What a waste.

In a few days he would be dead anyway.

What a waste.

Jesus arrived in Jerusalem to the joyous cries of the crowds,

ready to accept him as their king, as David’s heir.

Now could have been the moment

when he leveraged his political capital

and brought change that we could believe in.

What a waste.

He squandered that political capital

by claiming to be more than a king,

by claiming to be the Christ, the son of the Blessed one,

by claiming that God is his Abba, his father.

And now he is publicly tormented in a shameful death.

What a waste.

“Though he was in the form of God,”

the eternal Son, fully sharing in divinity,

“Jesus did not regard equality with God 

something to be grasped.

Rather, he emptied himself,”

pouring himself out like the perfumed oil 

from the woman’s alabaster jar,

“taking the form of a slave, 

coming in human likeness, 

humbling himself. . .

becoming obedient to the point of death, 

even death on a cross.”

What a foolish, senseless waste.

But the foolishness of God is wiser than worldly wisdom.

“The Lord God is my help, therefore I am not disgraced;

I have set my face like flint, 

knowing that I shall not be put to shame.”

Because he willingly poured out his life

for love of God 

and for love of each and every one of us,

“God greatly exalted him,”

raising him up and revealing him 

to be the Lord of creation;

raising him up so that the lives of all those

who have poured themselves out 

in the cause of love,

like precious ointment from an alabaster jar,

might rise also with him,

their lives not wasted

but truly found, truly saved, even unto eternity.

Lent 3

Readings: Exodus 20:1-17; 1 Corinthians 1:22-25, John 2:13-25

Both our second reading and our Gospel

speak of our human desire for some sort of sign.

In John’s Gospel the people ask Jesus for a sign

that would help them to understand 

his mysterious actions in the Temple

and to know whether or not to believe in him.

In Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians,

he says that the Greeks will not believe 

without rational arguments,

and his own Jewish people will not believe 

without signs.

The word “sign,” in the New Testament,

carries some pretty heavy theological freight –

meaning something like a “miracle” or a “mighty deed” –

something that is an indicator of God’s presence and activity.

It might help, however, to step back just a bit 

from these theological meanings

and to think about signs in their more mundane sense:

as things that help us figure out where we are

and that point us in the right direction.

One thing about signs in this mundane sense

is that you have to keep your eyes peeled for them,

and sometimes they can be very hard to see:

I certainly have had the experience of driving at night,

perhaps through heavy rain and high winds,

not entirely sure that I am even moving in the right direction,

and squinting through my foggy windshield

trying to read names on street signs

but finding myself unable to see one.

I don’t know if it’s a prayer or a cry of frustration,

but I have found myself muttering under my breath,

just give me a sign!

Not the heavens opening up,

not an angel with a flaming sword,

but just something to point me to where I need to go.

You also need to know how to read the signs:

to know that the squiggly black line

means the road is about to get curvy

or that what looks like a “T”

means that your road 

is about to dead-end into another road.

You have to make sure 

that you’re not so busy looking for one kind of sign –

say, a sign with a street name –

that you don’t miss another, 

perhaps more important, sort of sign –

say, a Stop sign.

Misreading signs, or reading the wrong signs,

can be a dangerous business.

Now many of you are perhaps thinking,

Why don’t you just get a GPS?

Why squint through your windshield 

on a dark and rainy night,

trying to catch a glimpse 

of a road name or highway number

to reassure you that you are moving in the right direction,

when you can have the dulcet tones 

of your Global Positioning System,

perhaps speaking in the voice of your favorite celebrity,

telling you, “turn right ahead” or

“you missed your turn; turn around and go back”?

Well, maybe a GPS would be a good idea for driving,

but in matters of faith 

there is no Global Positioning System.

As far as I can tell, 

God does not sit on your shoulder

and say “turn right ahead”

or “you’re dating the wrong person; 

turn around and go back.”

As far as I can tell, we have only signs 

that we must try to read and interpret

without ever having vision 

as clear as we would like it to be:

that is what we mean by the word “faith.”

The people in our Gospel who ask Jesus for a sign 

are not wrong in asking;

their error lies in not understanding 

that when he says,

“Destroy this temple 

and in three days I will raise it up”

he is saying that his death – 

the destruction of the temple of his body –

and his resurrection to new life on the third day

will be the true sign of God’s power

and the only real basis for faith in him.

The Greeks are not wrong for wanting wisdom

and the Jews are not wrong 

in seeking signs of divine power;

the error is in not seeing, in the crucified Jesus,

“Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God.”

The cross is the sign that shows us the path to true life,

the sign that we must discern in faith.

St. Thomas Aquinas said that whoever wishes to live fully

only need look to the cross

and reject what Christ rejected there

and desire what Christ desired there.

What Christ rejected was all attachment 

to riches and honor and glory;

what Christ desired was love, patience, humility

and obedience to God (Sermon 6 on the Apostles’ Creed).

In this way, the cross truly is a sign 

that directs us on our journey toward God.

There is no cosmic GPS for the journey of faith,

no magic voice to guide us through each and every turn.

Indeed, the journey of faith often takes place

on what seems to be a dark and unmarked road

with heavy rains and strong winds.

But when the road seems darkest 

the cross of Jesus still shines forth,

showing us where we are, 

pointing us in the right direction,

and revealing to us the path to true life.

5th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: Job 7:1-4, 6-7; 1 Corinthians 9: 16-19, 22-23; Mark 1:29-39

In our first reading, Job sounds pretty unhappy –

and with good reason.

He is a righteous man 

who has lost his wealth and his family

because, unknown to him, 

God has allowed Satan to test him.

He has no explanation for his misery

but he will not accept the conventional wisdom 

offered by his friends

that prosperity in this life is a reward for goodness

and that suffering is a punishment for evil,

since he is suffering and yet knows he has done no evil.

The only conclusion he can draw 

is that human life on this earth

is simply a life of drudgery,

that he is like a slave who can expect 

no justice from his master,

that his life is like the wind

and that his days will end 

without hope or happiness.

In other words, having rejected the idea 

that the misfortunes that we suffer

are a just punishment for our wrongdoings,

he seems to have come to the conclusion

that there is no reason why some prosper and others suffer.

And yet Job refuses to break off his dialogue with God,

hoping against hope that God will provide an explanation.

The book of Job manages in the end 

to give Job something like a happy ending,

with his property restored,

without falling back into the idea 

that prosperity in this life is a reward for goodness

and that suffering is a punishment for evil.

When God finally speaks with Job 

this is only to strengthen Job’s conviction

that the reason why there is so much suffering in this life

is ultimately a mystery to us.

And  we have not gotten very far in the centuries since

in dispelling that mystery.

Even those people of great faith 

who can sincerely say

in the face of their own tragedy and suffering

that everything happens for a reason,

that everything is a part of God’s plan,

cannot claim to know how specific tragic events fit into that plan.

The passage of the centuries has not really increased our ability

to find reasons for our suffering or the suffering of others.

Knowing that worldly attainment is temporary 

and wealth tenuous

does not take away the difficulty 

of losing a job or a home.

Knowing that relationships are fragile 

and hearts are fickle

does not lessen the pain 

of a broken marriage.

Knowing that death is the common lot 

of all human beings

does not eliminate the fear and grief that grips us

when faced with the death of someone we love.

I suspect all of us here have, at some time,

found ourselves in a darkness like Job’s.

I suspect that all of us have, at some time,

found all of the proffered explanation of the world’s pain

as unsatisfactory as the arguments made by Job’s friends.

And while we might someday be able to say

that everything happens for a reason,

that everything is a part of God’s plan,

this is really more a statement of faith and hope

than it is an explanation of tragedy, pain and suffering.

And in our Gospel today,

we find Jesus smack dab in the middle 

of our tragedy, pain and suffering.

He enters into Simon’s house 

and heals his mother in law:

“He approached, grasped her hand, and helped her up.”

As word of this healing spreads, Mark tells us,

“they brought to him all 

who were ill or possessed by demons”

and “the whole town was gathered at the door.”

The whole town. . .

the pain and suffering of an entire community 

brought to Jesus,

so that he could heal them of their illnesses,

so that he could free them of their demons.

He doesn’t offer them any explanation for their pain,

but plunges into the midst of that pain

to heal what is wounded and to drive out what is evil.

He is there with them not to explain 

but to grasp their hands and help them up.

God’s answer to the question of human suffering

is the healing presence of Jesus.

But it remains a mysterious answer.

Tragedy, pain and suffering remain with us

as long as we are on our pilgrimage toward God’s kingdom.

The presence of Jesus with us on that journey

is no guarantee of immunity from pain and suffering.

Indeed, Jesus himself drinks deeply 

from the cup of suffering on the cross;

God incarnate shares the lot of Job and of all who suffer,

definitively refuting the idea 

that prosperity in this life is a reward for goodness

and that suffering is a punishment for evil.

Jesus speaks to God on behalf of generations of humanity

when he cries out, 

“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

But he also speaks to those same generations on behalf of God;

in his resurrection he speaks a word of comfort and a call to faith.

The mystery of human suffering remains,

but in Jesus that mystery has been taken up into God

so that it may be healed,

so that he might draw near to us, 

grasp our hands, 

and help us up,

so that we might continue with him 

on the journey to God’s kingdom.

Epiphany

Readings: Isaiah 60:1-6; Ephesians 3:2-3a, 5-6; Matthew 2:1-12

When God made the covenant with Abraham

and established the Israelites as God’s people,

God made clear that this was not simply 

for the benefit of Abraham

or of the nation that his descendants would become,

but it was for the blessing 

of “all the families of nations” (Genesis 12:3).

Over the centuries the Jewish people 

came to think of this

in terms of the “pilgrimage of the nations”

that we hear spoken of in our first reading:

“Nations shall walk by your light,

and kings by your shining radiance.

Raise your eyes and look about;

they all gather and come to you. . . .

the riches of the sea 

shall be emptied out before you,

the wealth of nations 

shall be brought to you. . . .

all from Sheba shall come

bearing gold and frankincense,

and proclaiming the praises of the Lord.”

In other words, if the descendants of Abraham

are faithful to their covenant with God

then they shall be a light to the “nations” – 

the Gentiles –

who shall see that light and come in pilgrimage,

bringing with them all the riches of their cultures,

to worship and serve the God of Israel,

the one true God,

under whose rule all the nations of the earth

shall become one people of God and live in peace.

This was the hope.

This was the dream.

This was what the Jewish people 

looked for God’s anointed one,

God’s messiah,

to do.

When the messiah came, 

he would make Israel

a light to the nations,

to draw all the families of nations 

into God’s family.

The nineteenth century Jesuit poet, 

Gerard Manley Hopkins,

in a journal that he kept while on retreat,

remarked, after spending a day 

meditating on the events of the Epiphany –

the story we have just heard in today’s Gospel –

that the Jewish people had looked 

for the pilgrimage of the nations,

but, “when it came it brought 

an unexpected circumstance with it,

as God’s works always do” 

(Sermons and Devotional Writings, 269).

This is something worth pausing over, for just a moment:

when what they had been hoping for from God

came to pass: 

“it brought an unexpected circumstance with it,

as God’s works always do.”

As God’s works always do:

isn’t this always the way?

What we hope for,

what we wait for,

what we pray for,

never arrives 

in quite the way that we expect it to.

In the case of the story of the Epiphany,

the pilgrimage of the nations

is represented by the three Magi

who come from the east 

seeking “the newborn king of the Jews.”

But they do not find him in King Herod’s palace,

but in the humble dwelling place of Mary and Joseph;

the savior does not arrive with the splendor of a king,

but with the humility of a child;

his parents are not powerful and secure,

but weak and threatened, 

and soon enough in flight for their lives.

“It brought an unexpected circumstance with it,

as God’s works always do.”

The one who summons the world’s nations

to bring their gifts to the God of Israel

and to become part of God’s people

appears among us as what St. Augustine called

the verbum infans – which we might translate as

“the infant Word, unable to speak a word.”

He is offered gold and incense, 

because he is king and God,

but he is also offered myrrh, 

a spice used in burial,

because he is a king who will rule 

and a God who will save

by living among us as one of us

and by giving his very life for us.

Unexpected circumstances indeed –

circumstances that should drive home for us

that truly it is God who is at work here,

in that typically unexpected way that God has.

It should remind us also that, 

while the work of God in our lives

is also a part of these unexpected circumstances,

God’s work in us is not a puzzle to be solved

but a mystery to be pondered and celebrated:

the mystery of God’s Word found in a speechless infant,

the mystery of life found in death,

the mystery of power found in weakness,

the mystery of the love that unites us as one people of God.

Advent 2

Readings: Isaiah 40:1-5, 9-11; 2 Peter3:8-14; Mark 1:1-8

Advent is, of course, a time of expectation –
expectation of the birth of Christ
but also of his second coming –
and in today’s first and second readings
we have voices that present us with images
of the coming salvation of God
that involve a cosmic transformation
of the very fabric of the universe.
Isaiah tells us that, “Every valley shall be filled in,
every mountain and hill shall be made low,”
and, even more strikingly,
the Second Letter of Peter says that,
“the day of the Lord will come like a thief,
and then the heavens will pass away with a mighty roar
and the elements will be dissolved by fire,
and the earth and everything done on it will be found out.”

These voices remind us that world as we know it
is merely temporary, not eternal,
and that the very fabric of reality will be transformed
in the marriage of heaven and earth –
transformed by God in a way that we cannot even imagine
and so we must speak of it in metaphors
of valleys being filled in and mountains being laid low,
of heavens roaring and the elements being dissolved in fire.

After presenting such dramatic images Second Peter asks,
“Since everything is to be dissolved in this way,
what sort of persons ought you to be?”
In other words. . . so what?
If this is all true, how does it affect my life now?
Peter answers his own question,
saying that if this is true we should be,
“conducting [our]selves in holiness and devotion,
waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God.”

Waiting and hastening.
These two things might seem incompatible.
How is it that we can patiently wait for something
and yet still impatiently seek to hasten its arrival?
Even more, how can we,
by acting with holiness and devotion,
do both things at the same time:
both waiting and hastening?
In answer to his own question
of what people we ought to be
in the face of God’s coming transformation of the world,
Peter says our lives should be a hastening that waits
and a waiting that hastens.

We need somehow to work for the world’s transformation
while at the same time waiting for that transformation,
which only God can bring about in God’s own time.
That day we work to hasten
is what Second Peter calls “the day of God” –
the day whose coming belongs entirely to God and not to us.

A hastening that waits and a waiting that hastens:
what Peter says about the kind of people we ought to be
might at first sound quite strange and paradoxical
but perhaps it is not so unfamiliar as it first appears.
Think of the process of growing from a child into an adult.

Of course for me that was a long time ago,
so I think of this in terms of my more recent experience
as the parent of teenagers.
I know that, as a parent, I want my children
to work at developing into adults
and to act like the adults they are becoming,
How many times have I said,
“you’re too old to act this way”?
At the same time,
I want them to be patient with themselves,
not to rush too quickly into adulthood,
but to let it arrive in its own good time.
How often have I said,
“Sorry, you’re too young for this”?
I want them both to wait for adulthood
and to hasten toward it.
And this is not, I hope,
simply one more unreasonable parental demand
because, oddly enough,
these two things often occur simultaneously
in a hastening that waits and a waiting that hastens.
Sometimes it is a step toward maturity to recognize
that you are not yet mature enough for something
and that the most adult thing you can do
is to let yourself be a child for a little while longer.
At other times maturity involves stepping forward in faith
into a risky new experience,
despite all hesitation,
trusting that, whether your succeed or you fail,
it is all part of your becoming an adult
though it may require patient waiting before you can see that.

Maybe if those of us who are adults
can recall how it was that we became adults
we can have some idea
of the sort of persons we ought to be
as “we await new heavens and a new earth
in which righteousness dwells.”
If we listen to the voice of the apostle Peter
calling us to cultivate lives
of holy waiting and devoted hastening,
then the Advent season can be for us
a time both of anxious yearning for the world’s redemption
and of patient waiting to receive it as God’s gift.

Thirty-second Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: Wisdom 6:12-16; 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18; Matthew 25:1-13

I recently heard the current Eurozone crisis
compared to Aesop’s fable of the ant and the grasshopper,
with the Germans compared to the ant,
who worked hard all summer to provide for the winter,
and the Greeks compared to the grasshopper,
who frittered away the warm days playing music
and when winter arrived came begging to the ant,
only to be turned away,
with the concluding moral:
“Beware of winter before it comes.”

Maybe because the Greek debt crisis has been so much in the news
this fable immediately came to mind
when I read the parable in today’s Gospel
of the wise and foolish virgins.
The foolish virgins, who forget to bring extra oil,
are the grasshoppers who take no thought for the future,
while the wise virgins are the ants who plan ahead
and make sure they have enough oil
to keep their lamps burning
until the bridegroom arrives.

But in fact the message of Jesus’ parable
of the wise and foolish virgins
is not the same as that of Aesop’s fable
of the ant and the grasshopper.
For in Aesop’s fable the wisdom of the ant
is about calculating the times and seasons –
of knowing how to put the right amount of effort in
at the right time –
and the foolishness of the grasshopper
is a matter of not grasping the obvious fact that winter arrives
more or less reliably at more or less the same time every year.
For Aesop, wisdom and foolishness
are a matter of understanding or failing to understand
a calculable reality
so as to be ready at some fixed point in the future
for the arrival of winter.

In Jesus’ parable, however,
neither the wise virgins nor the foolish virgins
are able to calculate in advance the time of the bridegroom’s arrival.
The wise virgins, though they have brought extra oil with them,
had no way of knowing if it would be enough to last
until the bridegroom showed up.
If he were delayed another few hours,
perhaps they too would run out of oil.
In other words, the wise virgins simply were lucky
that the oil they had brought was enough.
So they are not really like the ant,
who knows more or less when winter is arriving
and who knows more or less how much food she needs
to make it through the winter until the return of summer.

I think a key to understanding the parable
is that the difference between the wise and foolish virgins
does not manifest itself
until the immanent arrival of the bridegroom is announced.
It is only at that point,
when the bridegroom’s arrival has been announced,
that the foolish virgins run off looking for more oil,
rather than staying to greet the bridegroom.
It is as if they can think only of how unwise they will look
if their lamps are not burning brightly,
if they are dark and empty of oil,
and so they leave to buy more oil
and miss the arrival of the bridegroom.
In other words, their foolishness lies in thinking
that it is more important to appear as if they had properly calculated
the arrival of the bridegroom
and had secured beforehand a sufficient amount of oil
than it is actually to be present at the joyful arrival of the bridegroom.
They preferred the appearance of wisdom to wisdom herself,
and in doing so show themselves to be most unwise,
missing the moment for which they should have been longing,
all for the sake of securing a little bit of oil.

How often do we ourselves prefer
the appearance of wisdom to wisdom herself?
How often do we get so wrapped up
in wanting to seem prepared, competent, or clever
that we focus on trivialities and miss the main event?
How often do we forget to ask ourselves
about what it is that really matters
and give ourselves whole-heartedly to that,
the way that the wise virgins gave themselves whole-heartedly
to welcoming the bridegroom?

Next week we will be asking you to consider
your level of financial support to our parish.
I’d like to say that this isn’t really about money,
but actually it is about money.
At least, it is about money to the degree that we need money
to keep the lights on and the heat going,
to pay the salaries of staff members
and to provide programs for the parish.
But your support of the parish is not just about money.
It is about time and talent and, more than anything else,
it is about discerning what it is that really matters to you
and about how to give yourself whole-heartedly to that.

When we gather on Sunday, we are doing nothing less
than joining together to receive Christ joyfully
and to celebrate his arrival in our lives.
This is either the main event, as it was for the wise virgins,
or we are just fooling ourselves that it has any importance at all.
Financial times are hard,
and maybe you don’t have any more money to give.
Life is busy,
and maybe you don’t have an extra hour to give.
Maybe you feel as if you are like the foolish virgins
whose lamps were empty and dark
or maybe like the grasshopper
who had not planned ahead.

But that doesn’t matter.
What matters is that the bridegroom is arriving.
What matters is the wisdom of knowing that,
however much or little we have to give,
we give it joyfully in thanksgiving
for the great gift of God in Christ.

28th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: Isaiah 25:6-10a; Philippians 4:12-14, 19-20; Matthew 22:1-14

At this point in my ministry as a deacon –
four and a half years after my ordination –
I have performed a fair number of wedding ceremonies
and I realize that wedding can be times of high tension
 for everybody involved.
But even so, the characters in the parable
that Jesus tells in today’s Gospel
seem unusually stressed-out.
We’ve all received invitations
to weddings we did not particularly want to attend,
but it seems a bit extreme
to kill the person delivering the invitation.
And while it might hurt our feelings
to have our invitation rejected,
it hardly seems a fitting response
to burn down the city where the invitee lives.
And though an underdressed guest
might raise a few eyebrows,
we would probably not tie up his hands and feet
and cast him “into the darkness outside,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth”
(presumably the wailing and grinding of teeth
of those who cannot get into this joyous celebration).

Matthew’s version of Jesus’ parable
is hardly a realistic depiction
of even the most emotionally fraught wedding.
But of course it’s not really a parable about wedding etiquette
and the deadly consequences of breaching that etiquitte.
Jesus’ parable trades upon the imagery
of the great feast at the end of time
that God, our first reading tells us,
“will provide for all peoples,”
a feast of “rich food and choice wines,
juicy, rich food and pure, choice wines.”
At this feast, “The Lord God will wipe away
the tears from every face.”
It is this feast that fulfills the promise in our second reading
that “God will fully supply whatever you need,
in accord with his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.”

The book of Revelation presents a particularly striking image
of this great feast at the end of time
in which Christ the lamb is united to his spouse, the Church.
At this feast the joyous guests sing, “Alleluia!
The Lord has established his reign,
God, the almighty.
Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory.
For the wedding day of the Lamb has come,
his bride has made herself ready. . .
Blessed are those who have been called
to the wedding feast of the Lamb” (Rev. 19:6-7, 9a).

In all these texts the joy of a wedding feast
at which two lives are joined together
becomes an image of the joyous event
of the union of our life with God’s life,
when God will consummate human history,
wipe away all its tears,
and fill every cup to overflowing. 

In the Eucharist that we celebrate every Sunday
we share already in the wedding feast of the Lamb.
I have heard the Eucharist described
as the rehearsal dinner for the Lamb’s wedding feast
but I believe it is something more than that
because in the Eucharist the Lamb is truly present with us
and the wedding feast is already begun.
We come, week after week,
to have our lives joined to the life of God,
to have our tears wiped away,
to have our cups filled to overflowing.

In the new translation of the Mass
that, as I mentioned last week, we will soon be using
the invitation to communion will now be,
“Behold the Lamb of God,
behold him who takes away the sins of the world.
Blessed are those called to the supper of the Lamb.”
This is not only a more literal translation of the Latin,
but it makes just a bit clearer the connection of our Eucharist
with the wedding supper of the Lamb –
the great feast that God provides for all people
at the consummation of history.

We have been called, like the guests in the parable,
to the wedding supper of the Lamb
who has taken away our sins,
and we are indeed truly blessed
to have received this call.
But the parable is also a warning
not to take lightly so great a call.
Though the actions of the characters in the parable
seem extreme,
the very exaggeration of those actions
drives home the point
that this is a call to the feast of life itself
and to decline that invitation
is to reject the gift of life that is offered.
At the same time,
 the invitation is not to be accepted lightly;
we are to adorn our souls
with the wedding garment of love,
a garment that, as St. Gregory the Great put it,
is woven of two strands of wool:
love of God and love of neighbor (Homily 37).

In the Church we sometimes speak of the “Sunday obligation” –
that is, the obligation of all Catholics
to be present at Mass each Sunday.
But if we understand what the Eucharist is –
that it is our sharing in the wedding feast of the Lamb –
then the language of obligation,
which we might associate
with something we do grudgingly and under duress,
might seems to miss the mark a bit.
At the same time, as our parable reminds us,
how we respond to this invitation
is a matter of life and death,
and our weekly presence
at the wedding feast of the Lamb
is an obligation,
but not an obligation that we owe to God
or to the Church
but to ourselves:
the obligation
to let our lives be joined to God’s,
to let our tears be wiped away,
to let our cup be filled to overflowing.

Blessed indeed are those called to the supper of the Lamb.

25th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Readings: Isaiah 55:6-9; Philippians 1:20c-24, 27a; Matthew 20:1-16a

The prophet Isaiah commands us,
“Seek the LORD while he may be found.”
But how do we fulfill this command?
On this weekend when our religious education programs resume
it is worth asking ourselves what it means to seek the Lord,
and who this God is whom we are seeking.

In his homily a couple of weeks ago,
Fr. Jerry Lardner mentioned the Baltimore Catechism.
Who remembers the Baltimore Catechism?
I don’t mean, “who remembers that there was a Baltimore Catechism?”
but rather, who remembers what they learned from the Baltimore Catechism?
As those who were taught from the Baltimore Catechism will know,
it consisted of set questions and answers concerning the faith
that children memorized and repeated back.

Let’s try a test:
Who made you?
God made me. 
Why did God make you?
God made me to know Him, to love Him, 
and to serve Him in this world, 
and to be happy with Him forever in the next.

Though the fact might have been lost, at least at first,
on the children who were made to memorize them,
these are profound words.

“Who made you?”
I have been made by God,
the supreme, infinitely perfect maker of the universe.
You might think that, as important as God is,
this task might have been delegated to someone else,
such as an angel or a demi-god.
But the Baltimore Catechism tells us
that each and every one of us
has been brought into existence directly by God,
who shapes our lives
with the intimacy of the potter shaping the clay vessel.

But there is more. . .

“Why did God make you?”
God has not simply brought me into being,
but God has given my life a purpose,
a meaning,
a “why.”
God says to us through the prophet Isaiah,
“As high as the heavens are above the earth,
so high are my ways above your ways
and my thoughts above your thoughts.”
And yet the Baltimore Catechism tells us that that even so
God has made each and every one of us
to know, love and serve God in this life.
We are made by God so that we might seek God out.
Though God’s ways are unfathomable to us,
God has made us so that
we can know God, however imperfectly,
we can love God, however falteringly,
we can serve God, however unworthily.

And even more than this,
our imperfect knowledge,
our faltering love,
our unworthy service
can, through the grace of God
that comes to us in Jesus Christ,
be transformed into a path
to eternal happiness with God
when this life is done.

Though it may have been lost on them at the time,
those who were made to memorize
these words of the Baltimore Catechism
were given a profound truth,
a life-changing truth,
a saving truth.
They were given the truth
that each and every human life
is of infinite significance
because it is a gift from God
that can blossom forth into eternal joy.

Our methods of catechesis have changed over the decades,
but our goal is the same.
We may emphasize memorization less
and understanding more,
but our desire is still
to help the children of our community
to seek the Lord while he may be found.
Our desire is to communicate to them the saving truth
that they have been made by God
and that their purpose in this world
is knowing God with their minds,
loving God with their hearts,
and serving God in their daily lives,
so that their lives can be of eternal significance.

As any parent knows,
we live in a world that increasingly pressures children
to polish their résumés
with a dizzying array of activities and accomplishments.
We Christians, however, have a counter-cultural message
to hand on to our children:
that their lives are significant and important
not because of what they have accomplished,
not because of what they have done,
not because of awards they have won,
but, as in the parable in today’s Gospel,
because of what God has done for them
in calling them into life and redeeming them through Christ,
and that therefore their lives should be lives of gratitude and service.
This saving truth is what our catechists seek to give our children
and what we who are parents must reinforce for them every day
in our deeds and in our words.

And this is true not simply for our children,
but for all of us.

St. Gregory of Nyssa wrote:
"Do you want to know the opportune time to seek the Lord?
The simple answer is: all your life."
Our lives are lives of continual seeking and continual finding.
So we should all seek the Lord while he may be found.
We should seek the Lord who made us
to know, to love and to serve him in this life
and to be happy with him forever in the next.