8/17/25

Homily for August 17: AUDIO and TEXT

Here's a link to the audio of my homily for this weekend - where Jesus reveals a side of himself we don't often see!
 
You'll do well to read the gospel for this Sunday:
Jesus said to his disciples: 
“I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing! There is a baptism with which I must be baptized, and how great is my anguish until it is accomplished! Do you think that I have come to establish peace on the earth? No, I tell you, but rather division. From now on a household of five will be divided, three against two and two against three; a father will be divided against his son and a son against his father, a mother against her daughter and a daughter against her mother, a mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.” 
And here's the text of my homily:
 

Well, did you come to church expecting to hear that?

In the gospel last week, we heard Jesus speak some really beautiful words. He said, "Where your treasure is, there also will your heart be.” And if you were here last week, you may remember that in my homily, I listed 98 things that I treasure in my life. (If you weren't here, you might now be either glad or sorry that you weren't!) I listed those things and spoke of my hope that as I stand before God, those treasures in my heart will be worthy of God. Beautiful imagery!


But then in this week’s gospel - the same chapter of Luke, in the same sermon - Jesus roars, "I have come to set fire to the earth. Do you think I came to establish peace? No, I came for division.”  Who IS this Jesus? What's he TELLING us? What does he MEAN?

 

He means that if we take him at his Word; if we try to take seriously the inexhaustible treasure of the wisdom of his word; if we try to take his word to our hearts - and endeavor to live out that word in our words and deeds.  If we do all of that, then there are going to be people who misunderstand us; people who don't get what we're all about; people who think we're fools; people who think we’re deluded and impractical; people who think we're deaf and blind to reality - that we're naive, gullible, and stupid.


Who among us who wants to be thought of in those terms? Who among us wants to be discounted or rejected as - foolish?


The gospel here, Jesus here, calls us to consider how often you and I are quiet about our faith. How often we're slow to reveal who we are and what we believe as Christians: slow to speak about or to share with others our relationship with Jesus. How often we fail to bring our beliefs into conversations with families and friends. How often we fail to allow what we believe to inform and shape, impact and change, our own points of view, our attitudes, our political stances, our social constructs.


How often are we sometimes quiet about our faith - for fear of being misunderstood by others, for fear of being ridiculed or rejected or dismissed. OR… are we sometimes quiet about our faith, even within ourselves, because we sense, we intuit, that taking what we say we believe more seriously might have implications and consequences for us that were reticent or even afraid to countenance, let alone confront or adopt.


What Jesus is saying here is that if we follow him, if we treasure his word, take it to heart - that doing so might jeopardize the ties that bind us to one another - might divide the bonds that ensure our security in the social order, our connectedness with and our acceptance by others. He's teaching us that the Word of God, the word of the gospel, though intended to reconcile and make us one, can also have the effect of dividing us from one another. Division is not Jesus’ mission or purpose, but it may be, and often is, a consequence for those who treasure and take his teaching to heart.


Don't we all experience this dynamic in the contemporary political climate? When Jesus says “From now on a household of five will be divided, three against two and two against three…”  we know what he means, don't we? It happens in our own families. In our own circle of friends, in our parish.


Consider how careful we are about what we say - and what we keep quiet about; about the topics we bring up - and the topics we don't bring up; what conversations we begin - or won't begin - precisely because we know that there are names and words and issues that might easily divide a household, disrupt a gathering of family and friends, interfere with productivity in the workplace, ruin what could otherwise have been a really nice time for people to get together.


To be clear, when Jesus calls us to follow him and join him, he is not instructing us to become controversial jerks at the dinner table: we do that well enough on our own. Jesus is, at heart, a man of peace and reconciliation - but he's reminding us that division may well be a consequence of his word and mission.  But that’s the path he walks - and invites us to walk with him. It is not an easy path, but it is worth the hardship.


Again, to be clear, Jesus is not suggesting that we go out to cause division. But it might be helpful for each of us to ask ourselves, “How and when has my faith and my expression of my faith been strong enough and clear enough that I have bumped up against this consequence of division - because I said out loud what I believe. OR.. do I keep my beliefs kind of under wraps, avoiding conflict? Do I try to maintain peace at all costs - even at the cost of being true to what I say I believe. Do I settle for artificial harmony (the absence of overt conflict) and call that “peace.”  


I realize I'm treading here on a terrain that is littered with land mines! In a culture like hours that prizes both tolerance and political correctness. It often seems that all views are to be respected and accepted - except for those views that, well, everybody knows… you're not supposed to accept those views. 


It's a tough playing field to which Jesus leads us, and as on any team, each of us is going to have different roles, positions, responsibilities, and assignments. Let me suggest the following is a place where we might begin the work that lies before us.


• At home, at work, at school, with others: strive always to be peaceful - not angry, opinionated, convinced, vengeful, or arrogant - but peaceful in the ways we are faithful to Jesus and his Word and his mission.


• At home, at work, at school with others: strive to live with any division that comes -not by walking away from it - but by bearing patiently the burdens that our faith may lay upon us. As the Letter to the Hebrews reminded us today: “not by growing weary or losing heart, but rather by persevering in running the race that lies before us, keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus” and on the truth, and the gift and the wisdom of his word.


I'm 78, so I'm old enough to remember the civil rights movement back in the '60s. There were serious human, moral questions on our nation's table and all kinds of reasons were advanced in opposition to, and in support of, the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the desegregation of our society.


There was much deep rooted, prejudice, hatred, anger, and violence. But the cause and the day were won by the words of a preacher - who called people, black and white, to come together, to walk side by side, peacefully, and to share his dream.


There were many who thought that this preacher from Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta - was a fool; that he was deluded and impractical; deaf and blind to the reality of the United States; and at those who listened to him were naive and gullible.


But Martin Luther King, Jr did not grow weary. He did not lose heart, but rather persevered in running the race that lay before him, keeping his eyes fixed on Jesus.


And he changed the world.


2,000 years ago, people stood at the foot of the cross of Jesus, and they laughed at him, they scorned him, they mocked him, insulted him, and derided him. But for our sakes, he laid down his life so that we might be reconciled to God and to one another - and find and have and live that peace that knows no end.


Pray with me that the Eucharist we celebrate at this altar, the Sacrament of Christ's peace, will nourish us for the work of making peace among ourselves and in our world.

  

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8/16/25

As the days dwindle down...

A small town in the Rockies: Georgetown, CO

 

It's hard to believe that just about six weeks of my two months here in Colorado are now history.

I'm thinking of when I hear on the plane, "Ladies and gentlement, we've begun our  descent into the greater Boston area..." Well, even with two weeks ahead of me, I feel like my time way has entered it's descent, returning to Boston. 

Once again, then, I'm takin' a break: I'll see you on Monday with a Monday Morning Offering! 

AND... in these last two weeks, I may, now and then, take more time off from blogging for breathing in this Rocky Mountain air, the beauty of Georgetown and the gracious company of my sister, bro-in-law and local friends...

  

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Pause for Prayer: SATURDAY 8/16


Every day, people all over Ukraine stop whatever their doing, wherever they are, to observe a minute of silence at 9:00 a.m. in memory of those who have died in the war.

I'd like to join the people of Ukraine in their prayer and silence but Kyiv is 7 hours ahead of Boston, nine hours ahead of Denver. So... I'm going to choose a time in my waking hours and set an alarm on my clock to remind me, daily, to join them in prayer.

Here is a prayer for peace in Ukraine offered by Pope Francis in March of 2022.  It was composed by Archbishop Domenico Battaglia of Naples. 

Forgive us for the war, Lord.

Lord Jesus, son of God, 
have mercy on us sinners.
 
Lord Jesus, 
born under the bombs of Kyiv, 
have mercy on us.
 
Lord Jesus, 
dead in the arms of a mother in Kharkiv, 
have mercy on us.
 
Lord Jesus, 
in the 20-year-olds sent to the frontline, 
have mercy on us.
 
Lord Jesus, 
who continues to see hands armed with weapons 
under the shadow of the cross, 
forgive us, Lord.
 
Forgive us if, 
not content with the nails 
with which we pierced your hand, 
we continue to drink from the blood of the dead 
torn apart by weapons.
 
Forgive us 
if these hands that you had created to protect 
have been turned into instruments of death.
 
Forgive us, Lord, 
if we continue to kill our brothers and sisters.
 
Forgive us, Lord, 
if we continue like Cain 
to take the stones from our field 
to kill Abel.
 
Forgive us 
if we go out of our way to justify cruelty, 
if, in our pain, 
we legitimize the cruelty of our actions. 
 
Forgive us the war, Lord.
 
Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, 
we implore you to stop the hand of Cain, 
and to enlighten our conscience.
 
Let not our will be done, 
do not abandon us to our own doing. 
 
Stop us, Lord, stop us, 
and when you have stopped the hand of Cain, 
take care of him also. 
He is our brother.

O Lord, stop the violence. 

Stop us, Lord. Amen.

 

  

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8/15/25

NIGHT PRAYER: Friday 8/15

 

Many of my readers know that when I'm in Colorado, I participate in a prayer group with men incarcerated at the Clear Creek County Jail. My sister leads this group and also teaches a knitting class which most of the men in the prayer group attend. (You'd be surprised at how popular knitting and crocheting are in prisons!)  As part of each week's gathering, my sister includes a prayer from my blog. When I'm present, I read the prayer and when I'm back in Massachusetts, I record the prayer along with some introductory comments and she plays it as part of the service.

This week I wrote a prayer especially for the men in this group and I'd like to share it with you this evening. As you'll see, it's written for a group of men and there's no easy way to make it more gender inclusive.

So, I invite you to picture in your mind a cinder block room with one table surrounded by uncomfortable molded plastic chairs. On the table is a battery powered candle (Light of Christ!) and a bunch of wild flowers picked just outside the door to the jail. These men are only allowed outdoors every two weeks for an hour - but every week in the prayer group, those wild flowers are passed around because everyone wants just a sniff of God's great outdoors...

Prior to sharing my prayer, the group reflected on and discussed these scriptures:
The Lord God said,
“It is not good for the man to be alone. 
I will make a helper suitable for him.” 
Genesis 2:18

Be one with Christ, your head, 
from whom the whole body, 
supported and knit together 
by muscle and ligaments, 
grows as God causes it to grow. 
Colossians 2:19

So all the men of Israel were gathered, 
knit together as one man. 
Judges 20:11

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together 
in my mother’s womb. 
I praise you because 
I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, 
I know that full well. 
Psalm 139:13-14

 Now, let's pray...
 
At the dawn of creation
you told us, Lord:
`“It’s not good for man to be alone…”

And so you gave us the gift of others: 
    mothers and fathers,
    soulmates and spouses, 
    helpers and partners,
    children and siblings,
    family and friends,
    companions and neighbors…

All of these wonderful people, Lord,
    help me hang in there
        and help me hang on to 
    what helps me get by, 
        what helps me get through, 
    what helps me survive 
        the times that are tough, 
    the days and the months and the years 
        when I learn what you meant 
            when you said long ago: 
                “It’s not good for man to be alone…”

So you knit me together with those I love: 
    patiently drawing me, 
        stitch by stitch and row by row, 
    from the yarn of your grace, 
        patterned on your divine design 
    to make of us all something beautiful, 
        something colorful, textured, soft and warm 
    and so much more 
        than we might have been 
    apart from your infinite wisdom 
        knitting us tightly together, 
            the work of your loving hands…

But sometimes, Lord, 
    I've tugged, I've stretched 
    I've pulled and unraveled 
        what you so carefully knit together…

I’ve loosened, I’ve lost, 
    the ties, the bonds 
        that kept me close to those I love; 
I’ve torn away from their tight-knit warmth 
    and I’ve learned once again the lesson: 
        “It’s not good for man to be alone…

So I find myself, Lord, lonely and worn, 
torn 
    from the fabric of family and friends; 
    from a soulmate’s embrace 
        and the laughter of children; 
    from so many things familiar and simple; 
    from life as it should be, life as I want it, 
    life as I pray it will be once again…

Knit me together again, Lord, 
    with those I love, and miss, and pray for, 
patiently drawing me 
    stitch by stitch and row by row 
        from the yarn of your grace, 
    patterned on your divine design 
        to make of me something beautiful…

Mend the places where I am frayed 
    and tie up the loose ends I’ve let slip; 
heal and restore the relationships 
    where my careless deeds have cut me off 
        from the ones whom I love most…

But for right now, Lord: 
    bind and knit me close to you 
        and to the brothers who share my lot; 
    make us one, strong in your Spirit, 
        partners and helpers, working together, 
    companions and neighbors making their way 
        towards life as it should be, 
            life as we want it, 
                life as we pray it will be once again…

Protect us, Lord, while we’re awake 
    and watch over us while we sleep 
that awake, we might keep watch with you 
    and asleep, rest in your peace…

Amen. 
 
Wonderfully Made by Ellie Holcomb
 
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It's two in the morning 
and I'm still awake in my bed 
And I can't shake these lies 
they keep running around in my head 
 
What if I saw me the way that you see me 
What if I believed it was true 
What if I traded this shame and self-hatred 
For a chance at believing you 
 
That you knit me together in my mother's womb 
And you say that I've never been hidden from you 
And you say that I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made 
 
You search me and know me 
You know when I sit, when I rise 
So you must know the choices 
I've made and the pain that I hide 
 
What if I saw me the way that you see me 
What if I believed it was true 
What if I traded this shame and self-hatred 
For a chance at believing you 
 
'Cause you knit me together in my mother's womb 
And you say that I've never been hidden from you 
And you say that I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made 
 
Your eyes, they have seen me before I was born 
And you know all the good things 
that you made me for 
And I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made 
Oooh, Oooh Oooh, Oooh 
 
When I consider the heavens above 
Oh what is man that you're mindful of us 
'Til you say that we're wonderfully, wonderfully made 
 
And you promise that you'll never leave me, 
Oh Lord Oh that you hem me in, 
both behind and before 
And I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made 
 
And you knit me together in my mother's womb 
And you say that I've never been hidden from you 
And you say that I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made 
 
And Your eyes, they have seen me before I was born 
And you know all the good things 
that you made me for 
And I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made 
 
Wonderfully made 
Help me believe it 
Help me to see me just like you see me 
Just like you made me 
Wonderfully made 

  

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Praying with song on the Feast of the Assumption

Photo by M.D. Rutledge
 
On this feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary into heaven, we celebrate our belief that Mary (having carried the Christ in the the ark of her womb) did not suffer the physical decay and corruption of natural death but rather that she was assumed, body and soul, into heaven. The Eastern churches name this Feast the Dormition (the falling asleep) of the Blessed Virgin.

For your prayer, here's Franz Biebl's  exquisite Ave Maria, flawlessly performed by Chanticleer.  Composed in 1964, Biebl intersperses the Ave with the three verses of the Angelus. In my estimation, Biebl's composition easily surpasses both the Schubert and Gounod Aves. The music and sound here match the delicate beauty of the iris in the photo above.

Scroll down for the lyrics in Latin and English.  I hope you'll take the time to listen and to pray...   

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Angelus Domini, nuntiavit Mariae,
et
concepit de Spiritu Sancto.

The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary
and she conceived of the Holy Spirit.

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum;
benedicta tu in mulieribus
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus. 
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you;
blessed are you among women
and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.


Maria dixit, ecce ancilla Domini,
fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.

Mary said: behold the servant of the Lord,
let it be done to me according to your word.

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum;
benedicta tu in mulieribus
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesu.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you;
blessed are you among women
and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.


Et
verbum caro factum est,
et habitavit in nobis.
 

And the word became flesh
and dwelled among us.

Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum;
benedicta tu in mulieribus
et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesu.
Sancta Maria, mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus
nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you;
blessed are you among women
and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us, sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
  Amen.


  

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Pause or Prayer: August 15, 2025

     The Assumption of Bertha Huber by Marcia Sandmeyer Wilson
 
Today's Pause for Prayer doesn't include a regular prayer text but does offer four stories: Bertha's Story, The Assumption Story, Margaret's Story and Our Story...  Let these stories be "prayer starters" for you today...
 
Bertha's Story
This is the 18th year I've posted this delightful painting on the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin. I offer this not out of any irreverence or even playfulness but rather to help us understand what happened in Mary's life and how this relates to ours. About this piece, the artists, Marcia Sandmeyer Wilson writes:
"This 16x20 oil painting is called The Assumption of Bertha Huber. It is the third version I have done of this theme. Miss Huber was godmother to my three children. She died at age 87 in August, 1975 and I told the children I would paint what it 'really' looked like.
"Miss Huber was from Munich so I know she was expecting nice blond angels waiting for her in heaven...
"At the bottom of the painting is supposed to be me and the three children weeping for her at the nursing home where she had expired just moments before our arrival. It was a very good nursing home, by the way, named Calvary, in the Bronx."
Painting in the folk art style, Wilson has given us a folk art appreciation of the Assumption. The word comes from the Latin assumere which means to take to one's self
 
The Assumption Story 
The feast of the Assumption celebrates the Lord's taking to himself his beloved Mother, the Mother of us all, who, the Church has taught from early times, was assumed into heaven body and soul lest her body, which bore the Christ into the world, should undergo any corruption.

We pray that one day the Lord will take us to himself at the time of our passing from this life to life forever with God: one day the hands reaching down in Wilson's painting will reach out for you and me. No, we will not be assumed body and soul: this mortal coil of ours will undergo the inevitable corruption of nature. Yet one day, we pray and hope, the Lord will waken each of us to glory and our souls will be reunited with our bodies in a glorified state, the beauty of which we cannot yet imagine. 

Margaret's Story
I remember being called, some years ago, to visit and pray with a woman who was dying. Margaret was only a few weeks shy of her 103rd birthday! I saw her only hours before her death and yet she was as sharp as a tack, greeting me by name, thanking me for coming to see her, and joining wholeheartedly in the prayers I offered with her and for her.

But there were moments during my visit when Margaret seemed distracted from our conversation, straining to see something above her that I couldn't see. And several times she turned her head, as if to listen more closely to a voice I could not hear...   I don't know, but I would not be surprised if this beautiful woman was attending to the faces of all the saints, of Mary, and the Lord himself as he prepared to take her to himself...
 
Our Story 

There’s a prayer that comes at the end of a Catholic funeral mass and it gives beautiful expression to this faith and hope of ours. I'll use Margaret as the name for the deceased here...

 

Trusting in God,

we have prayed together for Margaret

and now we come to the last farewell.

 

There is sadness in parting,

but we take comfort in the hope

that one day we shall see Margaret again

and enjoy her friendship.

 

Although we may leave here in sorrow,

the mercy of God

will gather us together again

in the joy of his kingdom.

 

Therefore let us console one another

in our faith in Christ Jesus.

 

That's good news!  We shall indeed see and know and love one another in heaven!  The mercy of God will gather us together again with those who have gone before us!

 

But we don’t even have to wait until heaven to have communion with those who have gone before us: with Mary, the mother of Jesus and of us all; and with our loved ones whom the Lord has taken to himself.

 

Each time we approach the altar, we have a taste and a sip of that eternal banquet which awaits us in the Lord’s kingdom and which, we hope and pray, those who have gone before us are already enjoying.

   

  

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