12/28/25

Homily for Dec. 28: Holy Family Sunday

 
The Feast of the Holy Family is celebrated on the Sunday in the week following Christmas Day.  For years now, I've approached this day in terms of our own families and all the sizes and shapes in which they come.  But this year, I focused on the geography of family, the global positioning of family in our world view, in our lives and our faith.  
 
An audio of my homily can be found above; here's a link to the scriptures for today; and below you'll find the text of my reflections. (If a widget doesn't appear above, click here!)

Let me begin with something of a confession. 


I've noticed that if I'm reading a newspaper and come across an article with a headline like: Fifteen Killed In Six Car Pileup On Interstate - one of the first things I do is to look to see - where did this happen? And if the accident happened halfway across the country, there's a strong possibility, I might not even read the article. But if it happened in Massachusetts, where I live, I will probably definitely read that article.
 
• Perhaps that's because it happened in my own backyard.  
• Perhaps I might think I'll know somebody who was killed.
• Perhaps because it's a highway that I travel frequently.
 
And here's what I need to confess. Those three reasons for my reading the article rather than passing over it, those three reasons all include the pronouns: I and my.
I confess that my interest in the tragedy has more to do with me and my circumstances than it has to do with those who were killed in the accident. The father away the problem, the trouble, the pain, the loss - the less likely it will have an impact on me, on my comfort, my safety, my circumstances and my happiness.

 

There’s just something not right about that.

There's something wrong about that…


Most years on the feast of the Holy Family, I make some reference to our national family, the world family, the human family - but I focus on our families, yours, mine, those right around us.  But this year, I'm thinking about the geography of family, the global positioning of family, and the borders that divide the human family: socially, politically, ideologically.

Don't worry, I'm not going to espouse any partisan political stance. I'm not going to endorse any particular legislation. I'm not going to comment on immigration policies.

 

I'm not going to do any of that because that's not my job. My job is to remind us of what Jesus, the church, and our faith teach and tell us about approaching and making informed choices and decisions on the moral aspects of today's social and political issues.

 

And on this beast of the Holy Family, that means I need to call our attention to, and we all need to focus on, how we measure, discern, understand, and answer two questions.

One: who's in my family?

And two: how does Jesus call me to love the people in my family? 


The answers are actually pretty easy.
 
Who's in my family? Everyone. Everybody. Everywhere, without exception.  Because our faith teaches us that we are all children of God, all sons and daughters of God, all brothers and sisters in Christ. So everyone, without exception, is in my family, is in your family.

 

And how does Jesus call me to love the people in my family? Well, our faith has a number of answers to that question. 

 

• I'm called to love everyone in my family as I love myself. That is, I'm called to care for everyone in my family as I care for myself

 

• Jesus tells me that the measure of my love is my willingness, or at least my desire or my hope, that I might, should push come to shove, lay down my life for the others in my family. 

 

• And Jesus says that if I don't love the brother or sister whom I can see, then I should stop kidding myself that I love God – whom I can't see. 

 

• And perhaps most daunting of all: Jesus tells us that at the end of my life, I'm going to be judged on how I loved, or failed to love, how I served, or failed to serve the least of my brothers and sisters. And the category, my brothers and sisters includes, as you'll recall, everyone, everybody, everywhere - without exception - and especially the least among them.

 

Well, let me tell you, let me confess: I am doing so poorly in all of this, so poorly. And not just in choosing, which newspaper articles I pay attention to and which ones I don't.
I have so many prejudices in my mind and heart that keep me from recognizing and acknowledging, and accepting and welcoming and loving everyone, everybody, everywhere, without exception as members of my family.  I have all these foolish prejudices that are buried deep within me. I don’t think about them. They're just there.
 
Prejudices based on people's looks,
    or how they dress, or where they come from,
    or how they talk, or what they believe in,
    or how much money they have or don't have,
    or who they voted for, or who they love,
    or where they worship, or what teams they follow;
    if they have tattoos or piercings or not,
    what kind of music they listen to,
    what they do or don't consider politically correct or incorrect…
Jesus sees all of those things in us, all those things that make us different, that distinguish us from one another, that set us apart from one another, that make some folks familiar and other folks strangers. He sees all those things - and loves and embraces each one of us as his own, as family -- and calls us to embrace and welcome everyone, everybody, everywhere, as sisters and brothers, as family, as our own.

 

Does that sound hard? Sound impossible

 

Well, here’s the good news: in some ways, we already do this to some measure all the time. We find ways, you and I, don't we? We find ways in our immediate families:

    to make room for, to accommodate,

    to forgive, to understand, to provide for,

    to help, to have compassion for,

    to go the extra mile for, to sacrifice for,

    to be generous to - even those

and sometimes especially those in our families

    who make our lives difficult,

    who have disappointed and hurt us deeply,

    who have failed to do their fair share,

    who have taken advantage of us,

    who have not been grateful for all we've done for them,

    who don't become what we hope all our love will help them become.


We do all this because we love the people in our own families just the way God loves all of us in his family. He loves us - not on account of what we can do, much less what we can do for him, or how much we achieve. God loves us simply for who we are: his daughters, his sons, his family, his own, his delight, his begotten, his beloved.

And that's how God calls us to love one another - as family: as a family made holy, precisely because we are, all of us, everyone, everybody, everywhere, without exception, members of, brothers and sisters in, the Holy Family of God.

This feast of the Holy Family gives us a singular and superb opportunity to remember that: we are, everywhere - children of God; that we are all of us, everywhere, brothers and sisters of Jesus; that we are, all of us, without exception, members of one holy family.

 

Keep in mind the words of today's second scripture from Paul. He wrote to us:

Brothers and sisters,

put on, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved,

put on heartfelt compassion, kindness, humility,

      gentleness, and patience,

bearing with one another and forgiving one another

  as the Lord has forgiven you.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly.

And let the peace of Christ control your hearts,

  the peace into which you were called into one body.

Be grateful in all things

and whatever you do and word or a deed,

do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus,

giving thanks to God, our Father, through him.

As the Lord calls all of us to his table here, may we invite and welcome all to share the table of plenty that is ours.

 

 

  

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12/25/25

A merry and happy Christmas to all!



 I'm very grateful for, but can't possibly respond to all your many holiday greetings and wishes!  So please accept the following as my response to all your kind words!

Merry Christmas!

Long before there was any question about the political correctness of wishing others a Merry Christmas, my childhood pastor took the occasion every year of telling us why he preferred to wish everyone a Happy Christmas.  He’d point out that we never wish anyone a Merry Easter and would question whether this adjective for Christmas (dating back to the 17th century) was the best one for us to use today. The first printed Christmas card (1843) wished recipients a Merry Christmas but in 1823, at the end of A Visit From St. Nicholas (‘Twas the night before…"), Clement Moore's Santa wished all a Happy Christmas... e're he drove out of sight.

The history, then, is mixed.  Actually, neither merry nor happy may be strong enough to bear the weight of this day's substance. (In a homily eleven years ago, I suggested wishing folks a Righteous Christmas!) 

 So what kind of Christmas do we hope and pray our family and friends will have?

My prayer is that you'll have a Joyful Christmas: a Christmas rooted in the serenity that deep faith provides - strong enough to survive the disappointments and sorrows life delivers to our doorstep and exuberant enough to celebrate life’s happiest times. May the birthday of Christ touch you with deep joy...

And I pray that you'll have a Peaceful Christmas, the peace the world is so clearly unable to give itself: the peace that broken hearts long for; the peace that's ours to share with one another in forgiveness, kindness and charity; the peace that might end wars and bind nations together.  May the birthday of Christ sow seeds of peace in your heart...

Finally, I pray that you have a Hopeful Christmas. So much in the world around us encroaches on our capacity to hope. There's a spirit abroad intent on draining the beauty and poetry from our lives. Our ever burgeoning knowledge often robs us of awe and reverence before the mystery of life, of love and of God. May the birthday of Christ renew and refresh hope in your heart...

So, I wish you a Joyful, Peaceful, Hopeful - and Righteous- Christmas!  And should your Christmas be merry and happy, too – all the better! 


  

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Christmas Homily 2025

 Above you'll find the audio for my homily for Christmas Eve.  While in Georgetown, I don't have the services of my faithful videographer which I especially missed this weekend because I used some props in my homily. (Some may remember that I've used these props before - but the larger share of the rest of my homily is new.)  I began with comparing the differences in how a woman or a man might open a Christmas gift - by opening two wrapped boxes.  On the audio, you'll easily pick up the feminine approach - and her finally finding a gift of colorful socks.  The masculine approach is verbal - I opened the gift card - and shook it to see if a some cash or a check might fall out - then I opened the gift box and threw the tissue paper inside all over the sanctuary floor.  All this I did at a small table in the middle of the sanctuary and the pick up on the mic wasn't perfect.  But the main portion of my homily was delivered at the ambo where the sound is fine.  Between the audio above and the text below - I think it will come together for you!  (If a video doesn't appear above - click here!) 

Have you ever noticed that women and men open Christmas gifts - differently. You have?
 
This is how a woman opens a gift. “A card! It's beautiful! Where did you find these? It’s a beautiful verse and this little note here from you - thank you so much. Look at this box! I'm saving this for next year. I can't really imagine what’s in here… Oh! I don't know how you knew! But I had been looking at these in the store for weeks and I was hoping that somebody might get these for me for me for Christmas! I I'm gonna put them on right now.”

 

A man. “Thank you..  Socks – they look great.”

 

Wrapping and unwrapping. Christmas is all about wrapping and unwrapping. Gifts under the tree? Yes. But even more… Christmas is about the Divine on wrapping itself and revealing to the human mind, to the human heart, imagination, conscience, and intuition - unwrapping for us to see - what is true, holy and wise.

 

This all began with Divinity wrapping itself in Mary's womb. For nine months, Divinity was hidden in the body of a young Jewish woman. After a few months, of course, everybody could see just by looking at Mary that she was carrying a gift, wrapped in her own flesh and bone.

 

And then Mary delivered her gift, and in unwrapping her child, she gave us Jesus - the very Word of God, the truth and peace of God - in the flesh.

 

And curiously, as soon as Mary unwrapped Jesus from her room, she wrapped him up again - in swaddling clothes. She wrapped him - so that he might feel like he was still in the womb - where it had been so warm and so close and intimate and safe. 

 

And having wrapped him in swaddling clothes, you know what she did next? She put him in a box. She put Jesus in a box - a feed box - that goes by the name manger. A feed box. If you know a little bit of French, you know that the word manger comes from manger, to eat. How appropriate then that Jesus in the last hours of his life would wrap himself in food and drink in bread and wine - that we might eat and drink of his love, that he would become food for our souls, that we might take him into ourselves, into the womb of our heart, and carry him there, as did Mary, his mother.

 

Mary wrapped Jesus in swaddling clothes, and now Jesus wants to swaddle us, to wrap us in his mercy, his peace, in his arms.

 

Wrapping and unwrapping.

Well, is there anything practical in all of this? Is there some lesson here that extends beyond Christmas Eve and into our daily lives?

 

There is.

 

Jesus calls you and me, not just on December 24 or 25th, but on every day of the year, Jesus calls all of us to unwrap ourselves as gifts for each other… To unwrap myself and to offer my neighbor my mercy, my peace, my arms. The Lord calls me to embrace and keep safe those who live on the margins of my family. The margins of my neighborhood, on the edge of society. And the Lord calls you and me to feed and to nourish others with our own resources: to feed those who are hungry for food and hungry for freedom; to slake the thirst of those who are thirsty for justice and for dignity.

 

Jesus unwrapped his divinity by surrendering all that was rightfully his, as the Son of God. Now he calls on me and you, he calls on me to surrender what may seem to be rightfully mine - but in doing so, reveal the image of God within me, the image of God within you - the divine image in which each of us was created. Jesus calls on me to unwrap myself - to free me to wrap others in all that I have to offer.

 

Making this message practical means applying it to every situation we find in our families, in our nation, in the news, in the world.

 

So…

   - whatever the question, the tension, the conflict or dilemma I face

   - no matter who I perceive to be my adversary, my enemy, my opponent, my rival

   - in spite of how convinced justified, confident, and certain I am of my take on things,

   - regardless of how hard I've worked to have what I have, to own what I own

this night and every day, Jesus calls me to unwrap myself: first, to see what I have to offer, and then to discern how, in humility, I might thank God for all my blessings - and devise how I might begin to share them more freely with others.

 

The greatest gift I have to give at Christmas - is the very same gift I have to offer every day of the year.

 

The greatest gift I have to give at Christmas is the humbling of myself to the message of Jesus - that I love my neighbor as myself.

 

The greatest gift I have to unwrap at Christmas is the free offering of the bounty that's mine to those who have so much less, or nothing at all.

 

The greatest gift I have to give at Christmas is the surrender of myself to the love of God, who surrendered himself for me in Jesus, his son - in Jesus, my neighbor, my sister and brother at home at work, next door, anywhere around the world, anywhere where Christ is wrapped and bound: in the grip of hunger and homelessness; in the terror of war; or in the chains of injustice.

 

God is smart! God unwrapped himself as a newborn child because he knew we would be drawn to a baby - who isn't drawn to a baby – “Can I hold a baby?”

 

He revealed himself that was so that we would reach out to care for, to protect and defend one so innocent, helpless, and dependent on others for life itself and for love.

 

If this message tonight hasn't made each of us feel at least a little uncomfortable - then I have not been as clear as I wanted to be.

 

In unwrapping divinity as a child, as an infant, God delivered himself into our hands as vulnerable, defenseless, exposed, unarmed, fragile, powerless.  You know: human…

 

As human as the person, as the people, I am least inclined to acknowledge and welcome, and accept and embrace, and love as the brothers and sisters they are.

 

So, perhaps we can pray tonight that first: we find that Christmas grace to unwrap ourselves for the sake of others. And second, that we do that unwrapping with the attention and the care - with which a woman unwraps a Christmas gift. And with the urgency in the drive - with which a man does the same thing.

 

Jesus was born in Bethlehem. In Hebrew, Bethlehem means "house of bread.” So we are gathered in this house of bread, this house of the Eucharist. We go to the Lord's table, where once again, this Christmas Eve, Jesus will wrap himself - in gifts of bread and wine  - to feed and swaddle us in his mercy, in his peace and in his love.

 

  

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Pause for Prayer: CHRISTMAS DAY

This old photo takes me to a place deep in my heart where some of my most cherished childhood memories are stored.  This was my family's nativity set (we called it "the manger") which sat atop our television - and don't ask me why because I don't know!  It was right here that my parents first taught me the story of Jesus' birth.

And do you see on the left, in a grove of four pines, a small church?  An interior light gave a warm glow from within and a tiny bell with a clapper hung in the steeple.  On the right are four members of a children's choir, each a candle with a wick on top which we never lit: that little choir sang from year to year. Oh, how incredibly well I remember all these!

This photo holds the key to a store house of memories in my heart. Some Christmas memories bring us joy, others bring us tears... Some we want to remember forever, some we might want to forget.  I'm struck by how my own words in this prayer "sound" differently from year to year, depending on what's happened in my life since last Christmas...


Let's pray...

All it takes, Lord, is an old photo, 
an ornament on the tree,
or a special song or carol
to open my heart to memories 
of Christmas long ago...

When memories make me sad, Lord, 
with loss, regret and hurt,
let your healing Christmas touch
mend and heal what's broken in my heart...

And when memories bring me joy
let me revel in and cherish 
what my heart has kept for times like these 
when I so long to touch once more
what's passed beyond my reach...

Let my joyful memories give me faith
to find within my heart 
those I wish were in my arms:
the ones I hold in love, in prayer
in memories dear of Christmas past...

And as this season stirs and opens
treasures in my heart,
help me handle each one gently
and with your gentle hand, Lord,
help me treasure all I find... 

Amen. 

You certainly know this carol but you're not likely familiar with this wonderful arrangement! 
 
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Unto Us a Child Is Born!

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Unto us a Child is born!

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12/24/25

NIGHT PRAYER: Christmas Eve

Our popular Christmas song, Carol of the Bells was first composed as The Little Swallow, a shchedrivka, a Ukrainian folk song sung at beginning of a new year.  The Ukrainian lyrics tell the story of a swallow who flies into a household to announce that a bountiful year and fruitful springtime lie ahead.  "The Little Swallow" was composed in 1916 by Mykola Leontovych who was assassinated by a Russian agent in 1921. Our English version was arranged with new lyrics by the American composer Peter J. Wilhousky in 1936.

As we find ourselves on Christmas Eve, my heart turns to the people of Ukraine, our brothers and sisters in Christ whose birth we are celebrating.  The gospel was first preached in Ukraine in 988 and today nearly 70% of Ukrainians claim the Orthodox Church as their spiritual home as Christians. The icon below is "Christ in the Rubble" by artist Kelly Latimore.

Though we hail you as our Prince of Peace, we're unfaithful to you and your command that we love one another as you have loved us...

We've learned to tolerate oppression and war as segments on the evening news; our sisters and brothers are dying, their cities and homes are destroyed while we change the channel to a sitcom - or reality tv...

Send your Spirit as a sparrow, Lord, to the people of Ukraine: anoint them with courage, perseverance and healing...
 
Refresh the promise of your love in their weary, wounded hearts and bring them hope that peace will triumph when the world has heard their cry... 

Lift their eyes and hearts to you, Lord, born to save them from their grief, and be for them the Prince of Peace in whom they trust and put their faith...

Help all peoples work together for a new year and new ways to find a springtime of the mercy born in you on Christmas day...
 
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. 
 
Tonight's song, The Little Swallow, is the original composition, sung in Urkainian and followed by an English translation. In listening to this performance: keep in mind a little swallow flying into someone's home... the music supports the image of a small bird fluttering about the house as much as it does the bells in a great steeple.

The Little Swallow by Mykola Leontovych

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Bountiful evening, bountiful evening, a New Year's carol;
A little swallow flew into the household
and started to twitter,
to summon the master:
"Come out, come out, O master,
look at the sheep pen,
there the ewes have given birth
and the lambkins have been born
Your goods [livestock] are great,
you will have a lot of money, by selling them.
You have a dark-eyebrowed beautiful wife
If not money, then chaff from all the grain you will harvest.

 
Advent Blessing  
composed by Michael Joncas and Alan Hommerding


  

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