Showing posts with label homilies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homilies. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

GUEST BLOGGER: IF ONLY WE KNEW WHAT HE WAS THINKING

The following is a transcript of Fr. Simone's homily from this past weekend.  It is a pious reflection on St. Sebastian's thoughts.  A number of people have asked that it be posted here so here you go!  Good job Fr. Simone!

As a Soldier, I came to serve Jesus.  As a soldier, you’re trained to discipline yourself for a life of service, to deny yourself, to step-out from safety into danger for the glory of Rome, to fight for victory: an honorable life.
But you can’t defeat your own pride.  You can’t run from the pain you feel, from the pain you caused.  Under all the armor and muscle, there is a wounded heart from the violence you’ve seen, a conscience suppressed under orders, a soul neglected and empty.
But one day, Your grace broke-in.  In my brokenness, God reached-in and showed my strength to be weakness.  For the first-time, I felt hope for hope: a way beyond-me, that I might find a way to the freedom my heart has been aching for.  My heart knew, more than glory and honor, I need love and somehow, I’ve never really known what love is.
Suddenly these Christians who seemed so foolish, who were mocked, who were killed, who I’ve dismissed all these years, maybe they see something I’ve never seen.  Maybe they’ve found something I need, that I was meant to have.  Suddenly, these strangers feel like brothers and sisters.  This Son of God: Jesus this Jew from Nazareth, He might be real.  If He is who they say He is, I need this: this faith they seem to have.
My Jesus, My Lord, that day I met you!  I’ve never been the same!  It was the best day of my life!  Forgive me for all the years it took for me to find You.  How can I go back to the way I was?  I can’t!  I’d rather die than leave you, now that I found You.
These men I’ve served with, fought with, bled with, these brothers in arms who I’ve come to know.  How can I not share this with them?  If I don’t at least try to bring them to You Jesus, I mind as well be their enemy!
Jesus, I don’t know what’s going to happen.  I used to doubt myself and hate my past, but I know-better now.  You brought me just where I needed to be: right here.  I have to go where You are needed.
I don’t care what happens to me.  Your love is all I need.  I Trust Your strength, not mine!  May my strength be Yours.  I won’t insult You by worrying about what I will say, what I will do, to make You known.  I know You found me, saved me and raised me-up for a reason.
I’m Yours.  I belong to you.  Make-me Your servant.  Make-me Your soldier.  I’m not afraid of anything anymore.  I’ve never felt so alive, so loved.  I can’t imagine my life without you now and I’d rather die than lose You!

Wherever this path leads, lead me Lord.  Your life in me is all that matters now.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

STILL LOOKING - STILL PROCRASTINATING

Today Christmas trees and wreaths are being placed around the church.

Today I continue my writhing over my Christmas homilies.

*sigh*

Yesterday I was blessed to visit with the good sisters at the Christ the Bridegroom Monastery in Burton, Ohio.  Sitting in the kitchen while they busied about their duties I asked them if they had any ideas for Christmas homilies.  Here are some:

“You know, Mary didn’t have time to get the manger ready, but the manger would have to greet the Christ Child just the same.  Even though we are so busy and may feel unprepared, we must greet him with what we have.”



 “Mary didn’t have time to ‘nest.’”  (I think I get what that means.)  “Invite her and the Holy Family to nest in your heart, to find rest, comfort, and time to ‘be’ in your heart.”

I’m not sure I’m the best one to talk about nesting though.

“God gives us this longing as a gift a Christmas.  We try to fill it with all kinds of things and when all of the commotion and distractions cease, we may feel a bit of a let down if we have not filled they cradle sized space in our hearts with the Christ child.”

Pretty good stuff guys.  I’ll let it marinate a little while longer while I avoid writing again by posting your ideas.


THANKS!

Monday, December 19, 2016

MONDAY DIARY: ALMOST EXCRUCIATINGLY TRUE STORIES: TO DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE HOMILY

Gads it's demoralizingly difficult to come up with a Christmas homily.  There are so many factors involved.  There are those that this will be your one shot per year to say something meaningful.  What can be more meaningful than to suggest that this is a way of life rather than something to do at Christmas:
 And who exactly for whom do you fashion your homily?  For children?  For adults?  For practicing Catholics?
 There's a tightrope to walk between so many competing considerations:
 So I decided to do the most productive thing.  Avoid working on it

Monday, July 18, 2016

MONDAY DIARY: ALMOST EXCRUCIATINGLY TRUE STORIES: A LITTLE BIT OF THIS, A LITTLE BIT OF THAT

Sometimes people ask, "How do you come up with your homilies Father?"  Sometimes it just comes the moment I read the Scriptures early in the week.  
Sometimes not.  Sometimes it seems like something has to happen first and THEN it becomes clear what the Holy Spirit wants said.  Sometimes it is as late as Saturday.
I remember once, as a kid, we went to Mass right after Princess Dianna died.  As we walked out of Mass I heard someone comment with some sadness, "I just KNEW that he wouldn't say anything about Princess Dianna."  So I've always tried to include important goings on of the day in the mix to the extent that I can.
Sometimes are easier than others.  This week was a challenge.
And sometimes, when you are trying to build a horse, you get a horse.  Sometimes when you want to build a horse, you get a giraffe or a camel.  But, hey, what would this world be like without giraffes or camels?

Linda, who was at a Mass at which I preached was moved to send in this poem.  I hope you enjoy.

Kitchen Prayer

Klara Munkres


Lord of all pots and pans and things
Since I’ve not time to be
A saint by doing lovely things or
Watching late with Thee
Or dreaming in the dawn light or
Storming Heaven’s gates
Make me a saint by getting meals and
Washing up the plates.
Although I must have Martha’s hands,
I have a Mary mind
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals Lord I find.
I think of how they trod the earth,
What time I scrub the floor
Accept this meditation Lord,
I haven’t time for more.
Warm all the kitchen with Thy love,
And light it with Thy peace
Forgive me all my worrying and make
My grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
In room or by the sea
Accept this service that I do,
I do it unto Thee.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

MERRY AND BLESSED CHRISTMAS SEASON

Because people try to be helpful and adjust the sound system, usually causing us to have to hire a company to come out and retune to whole system for a LOT of money I put this sign on the front of the cabinet:
It didn't work.

Someone got in and switched RECORD to PLAY BACK and so we didn't get to record our Christmas homilies.  The happy thing about this is that it gives me something to post.  First is roughly my Midnight Mass homily.  (It was updated a bit on the hard copy.)

Merry Christmas to you,
and I know, not only is it the Christmas season,
it is also the season of Star Wars
but I beg your indulgence for a moment
because I was to say something about Star Trek.
In particular, Star Trek V
Considered the worst Star Trek ever made.
The one that almost finished the franchise.

Legend was
that coming up on the 25th anniversary of the inception of Star Trek
that, flying on the success of Star Trek IV
they were discussing a possible plot line for the next movie
But whatever it was, it had to be really, really big!

What hadn’t they seen yet?
What hadn’t they done yet?
What would be so big that 
it would blow everything else out of the water.

And supposedly someone said,
How about the Starship Enterprise travels to the very center of the universe
and Kirk, and Spock, and Bones and the whole crew meet God.

And apparently William Shatner said,
“No, It’s really gotta be big!”
(if that isn't true, it should be.)

So, in a similar way,
 my priest friends and I 
were having a lively discussion this past week
about what we would homilize about for Christmas
and there was the usual bag of tricks:
1. God is born a man
2. Virgin Mary & the fulfilling of ancient prophecies 
3. Angels singing & shepherds 
4. The beginning of our redemption
5. The healing of our nature
And we said, “No, it’s really gotta be something big and more exciting!”

But of course all of that IS big,
HUGE
EARTH SHATTERING
ETERNITY IS ALTERED
THE UNIVERSE CHANGED
It is absolutely beautiful.
The problem is we get used to it.
We are rich with it.
We can spend it freely because we are so immersed in it like the great lakes - 
It’s hard to get excited about water when you are swimming in it.
Though to others in the world - maybe in the desert
there would be nothing greater.

So it might be a beneficial thing to do
to put ourselves in a spiritual desert as it were
in order to remember the awe and beauty of this night.

TRY SOMETHING XXXXXXXXXXXXX

I want to tell you a story that I heard on the radio the other day:
(On this American Life)
There is a man named Jose Migel Socola (sp?)
and he own an ad agency in Columbia (south America)
And they work on projects for products you would expect:
Dog food
bug repellent

But in his country there is civil unrest.
There has been war between the government and gorilla fighters
for as long as he has been alive.

The gorillas are everything you think of when it comes to an army:
they live in the jungle
they wear fatigues
and they are heavily, heavily armed.

The government of Columbia hired his ad agency
to try to help bring an end to the war
by getting the gorillas to de-mobilize, stop fighting.

They tried a number of things over the years
until one of them noticed that they were always most successful
at Christmas . . . and so they divided a plan for Christmas 2010
called OPERATION CHRISTMAS

They went into the jungle
and found gigantic fir trees - 75’ tall
and the decorated it with thousands of Christmas lights - 
A gigantic Christmas tree in the middle of the jungle.

There was a sign that lit up when the gorillas would walk by
and it said,
“IF XMAS CAN COME TO THE JUNGLE, YOU CAN COME HOME.  AT CHRISTMAS, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.”

There were not presents, no parties, no family, 
just the promise of Christmas.
and about 5% of the fighters demobilized,
and went back to their families.

The people who walked in darkness
have seen a great light:
upon those who dwelt in the land of gloom
a light has shone.

The next year at Christmas they had “OPERATION RIVER OF LIGHT”
The gorillas the had demobilized the previous year
informed them that,
“You know, we may have lived in the jungle,
but we rarely walked through it.
The real highways of the jungle are the the rivers.”

So they designed the plastic balls,
about the size of softballs
and at night they glowed purple.

They then went to the villages and had people write Christmas notes,
or donate a trinket of some sort,
and the put these inside the glowing balls
which had clear tops so that you could see what was inside,
and then at Christmas
they let 7,000 of these glowing balls loose in the river.

Can you imagine what a beautiful sight that must have been,
In the dark, dark jungle,
thousands of purple glowing balls lazily floating down the river
bringing tidings of great joy.

You have brought them abundant joy
and great rejoicing
as they rejoice before as at the harvest,
as people make merry when
dividing spoils.
For the yoke that burdened them,
the pole on their shoulders
and the rod of their taskmaster
you have smashed as on the day of Midian.”

The next year was OPERATION BETHLEHEM.

The next year there were no lights in the jungle at all.
The jungle remained absolutely dark.
Instead,
the lights were put in the villages - 
these lights were powerful spot lights that shown straight up into the air.
I giant been
reminiscent of the light that they put in New York City
to pay tribute to where the Word Trade Towers had been
right after 9/11

But there were signs in the jungle again,
and they said this:
“THIS CHRISTMAS FOLLOW THE LIGHT THAT LEADS YOU HOME”

For every boot that trampled in battle
every cloak rolled in blood
will be burned as fuel for flames.
For a chid is born to us,
a son is given us:
upon his shoulders dominion rests.
They name Him Wonder-Counselor,
God-HERO
Prince of Peace
His dominion is vast
and forever peaceful
from David’s throne
and over His kingdom
which He confirms and sustains
by judgement and justice,
both now and forever.
The zeal of the Lord will do this!”

This is the Christmas message
not just for those lost on the darkness of jungle
and the terrors of war:
but for us
who at times are equally lost
in the darkness of our sin and fear,
in the distraction of work, traffic, obligations, worries, and seemingly endless duties:

If Christmas can come to you in the city
You can come home to Jesus

Follow His light that leads you home

At Christmas, anything is possible.

It has become a standing tradition at St. Sebastian that the homily at the 4:00 Christmas Vigil Mass at which many children come be done in rhyme.  This year's rhyme is based on the story, "The Burglar's Christmas" by Elizabeth L. Seymour.  You can find the original HERE.  (Believe me, I know that rhymes are not great!)


Twas the Christmas Vigil Mass
And I know, very soon!
Everyone here will be asleep



Beneath a freakishly warm, late December moon.

Each and every child
in good ole’ West Akron
will be beneath sheets
of 50% cotton, 50% Dacron.

Sebastian dreams 
of squeaky toys in his teeth
And LeBron James dreams of Christmas free throws 
going through Christmas wreaths

The blimp is all nestled 
in its air dock
And the Swenson runners
are all off the clock.

All was as still
and quite, and sweet
Except for one man
walking down Mull Street.

He grew up  here
and went to our school
Played in Forest Lodge
and swam at the JCC pool.

But many years ago 
he took off in flight
and hadn’t been back
till this very night.

He was hungry!  So hungry
and down on his luck
All the change in his pocket 
didn’t equal a buck.

So on Christmas Eve night
foreswearing peace and goodwill
He crafted of plan
That bode nothing but ill

He’d fallen, he knew
to a particular low
but to become the Christmas thief?
Now that was a blow.

He’d given away 
his self-respect
Devised a plan
about whose Christmas he’d wreck.

He spotted a house
with poor locks and no dog,
broke in with ease
and his eyes went agog.

Here were presents
and wealth beyond all measure
a house unguarded
to rob at his leisure.

He filled his pockets
with all he could find
and with it, tomorrow
he’d have food and good wine.

When all of a sudden
the room went quite white.
Some light sleeper awoke
and turned on the light!

“James!” cried a woman
her hand on the switch
“You’ve come home for Christmas!”
Her joy fever pitch.

Our thief’s stomach clenched,
for while he’d be gone
his parents had moved
and he’d broke into their home!

His Mother embraced him
gave kisses and blessings
His wirey body
to her bosom pressing

“You don’t understand!”
James’ eyes steel blue
“That this house was yours
I hadn’t a clue!”

“I came here to rob you
See in what I’m indulging?
With your jewelry and money
my pockets are bulging!

A thought about you
I couldn’t spare
about what I wanted
was the source of my care

Don’t be silly said she
“This you can’t do
how can you steal 
what already belongs to you?”

“You don’t understand,”
(he had a tear in his eye.)
“Ah but I do,”
was her simple reply.

“Look at this manger
and the baby within
who came to save us
who were lost in sin.

He showed even me 
His mercy when
I was young and
far less virtuous had been.

If this is His gift to me
on His birthday
how much more should I
His generosity repay?

So as He showed us mercy,
And I mercy you,
Now vow to be generous
with mercy too.

To pass on the gift
granted this holy night
that causes sin
to take quick flight.

So 

Here is a lesson
for this Christmas night
that where there is darkness,
you be Christ’s light.

Let those know
who far from him roam
that he waits in a manger
to welcome them home.

For the love that you know
that He brings you this day
You must pass on to those 
who come your way.

For all of your darkness
He can turn into light
and with that I wish you

a Holy Christmas night!