Foolishness and Wisdom

Has not God made the wisdom of the world foolish?
For since in the wisdom of God the world did not come to know God through wisdom, it was the will of God through the foolishness of the proclamation to save those who have faith.

Interesting passage.  God, who is wise, decided that we couldn’t know Him through wisdom.  None of us has the wisdom to understand God.  It just ain’t gonna happen.  Instead, He chose that we would come to know Him through the foolishness of the proclamation.

This is the proclamation and I’m the foolish proclaimer.  For anyone to think that I, or any other preacher, has the wisdom to explain God to you IS a fool.  Sadly, many of us who take it upon ourselves to proclaim the Gospel DO think we’re wise.  When we try to show off our wisdom, we usually come off looking like fools.

Someone once said that the only way to understand God is to admit that you don’t understand Him.  That, ladies and gentlemen, is a fact.  A lot of people look for God in books.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  Of course He’s in books.  The trouble is that there’s only one book that tells the whole story.  Everything else is just human beings trying to use their so-called “wisdom” to explain the unexplainable.

I can’t explain the gifts that I’ve received in my life any more than I can explain how a giant oak tree grows out of a tiny acorn.  I can’t explain why God would choose to send His Son to die on a cross to save you and me from our sins any more than I can explain why the earth revolves around the sun.

Some things just ARE.  You believe them because of your own experience, or you believe them because you have faith.  I’ve never gone around the world.  But I believe it can be done because others have done it and shared their experiences with us.

I can’t prove that the sun will come up tomorrow.  But I’ve personally seen it come up every morning for more than 22,000 days so I’m pretty sure it will come up tomorrow too.  Wait, let me correct that.  I’ve personally only seen the sun come up a few times.  But I’ve gone to bed when it was dark and it was light when I got up.  I’ve seen the sun SET more than 22,000 times.

Anyway, true wisdom lies in knowing that we’re not that wise.  We have great respect for the Albert Einsteins and the Steven Hawkings of the world.  But compared to God, those guys are idiots.

For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom,
and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength.

21st Sunday of Ordinary Time–Are You Someone’s Angel?

This was my homily for Sunday, August 22, 2010.  Sorry for the late posting.

You and I are bombarded every day with information.  We have hundreds of stations on cable and satellite TV.  Having to fill all that TV time, networks dredge up every possible bit of “news” whether it’s really worthy of or attention or not.  Networks like CNN and Fox not only offer 24 hours of sound and pictures, they even scroll continuous news as text across the bottom of the screen.  During the day, they add stock prices to the screen.  It’s almost impossible to keep up.

Movie theaters demand quantity rather than quality to keep their ten-screen megaplexes full while HBO and Showtime wait to get their piece of the pie from the same movies when they’ve run their course on the big screens, often in a matter of weeks.  Blockbuster and Netflix also have to satisfy their customers.  Some of us remember when a new movie would come out at one of the big movie houses downtown or on Grand Avenue.  After several weeks they would move to the second-run theaters for a few more weeks.  Then after six months or even a year, they would show up on network TV.

There were a lot fewer new movies then, but the quality was much better.

Then there’s the Internet.  As I was getting this homily ready Friday (last) night, the tornado siren went off.  With a couple of clicks I was able to look at the radar on my computer screen and read the tornado warning.  Jan was at a movie so I sent her a text message.  That’s modern technology.

There’s Facebook and MySpace, Twitter and YouTube so we can keep in constant contact with our friends  and total strangers who we call friends because we’re connected over the web.  I hear daily from people in England, Ireland, Canada, Australia, and all over the United States, some of whom I’ve actually met and some I’ve never met and probably never will.  But I can tell you what’s going on with them and they know what’s going on with me.

There are blogs and podcasts and online forums on just about any subject you can think of and a lot that you would never think of.  It’s all out there.

Don’t get me wrong.  I love using the web to stay in contact with these people.  My granddaughter in Huntsville, AL is just two weeks old but Jan and I have been able to see her on live video three times already.  We’ll get to meet her in person in a couple of weeks, but the video chat is much better than waiting for still pictures to come in the mail.  In fact, we already have more than a hundred pictures of her that her mom and dad have sent us online.

Plus theres regular TV and the radio, newspapers and magazines, and good old fashioned US Mail to keep us informed.  Sometimes, it’s just too much!  We try so hard to stay on top of all this information that sometimes we forget the things that are really important, like family and friends, spiritual reading, prayer, and old-fashioned peace and quiet.

One thing I’ve noticed about all this stuff, is that family values and spiritual values are hardly ever mentioned.  Christianity is a taboo subject unless someone wants to make fun of it.  It’s not politically correct to talk about Jesus, or the Ten Commandments, unless the story is about some atheist suing some town council to get a Nativity scene removed from some public place.  It’s OK for the Muslims to build a mosque near Ground Zero in New York, but a Christian church in the same neighborhood, that was there before 911 can’t get permission to rebuild.

One thing I’ve noticed in this flood of words and pictures is that no one ever mentions hell.  We’re being sold on the idea that the place just doesn’t exist anymore.  Live, drink, and be merry.  Tomorrow will take care of itself.  There’s no need to worry about the consequences of our actions.  Personal responsibility is a thing of the past.

On the other hand, there is a heaven.  But we don’t have to live a good life, or even die to get there.  Drive the right car, drink the right brand of liquor, wear the right blue jeans, and take the right little pill and heaven is yours, right here on earth.

You and I know, deep in our hearts that none of this is true.  But when you’re bombarded with these messages hundreds of times a day, it’s hard to resist these promises.  None of us expects to die anytime soon so why not enjoy this life here and now and worry about the next life later?  A nice seven day cruise, maybe to the Caribbean, lots of Captain Morgan rum, a new wardrobe, all the food, fun, and hot bodies we can handle.  What could be wrong with that?  Or, like the commercial says, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”  It’s the new “adult summer camp”, isn’t it.

Imagine how hard it must be for our brothers and sisters who don’t have a solid faith in Jesus.  After all, He was just a guy who lived half way around the world 2,000 years ago.  Why should I believe Him when all my friends are living la vida loca.

Here’s what you and I know for sure.  Jesus didn’t just speak the truth.  He is the truth.  As the Son of God, it’s impossible for Him to lie.  In today’s Gospel, here’s what He said.  “Strive to enter through the narrow gate, for many, I tell you, will attempt to enter but will not be strong enough.”  He goes on, “Depart from me, all you evildoers!  And there will be wailing and grinding of teeth when you see Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and all the prophets in the kingdom of God and you yourselves cast out.”

I think that’s pretty clear, don’t you?  I love what Bishop Hermann wrote in this weeks Saint Louis Review.  Speaking of the “narrow gate” he said, “There are times when my ego, like a hot-air balloon, is too inflated to get through the narrow gate!  In that condition I will bump against the narrow gate again, and again, but I will not get through unless some of the hot air is removed from my ego.  In other words, it has to be deflated, and I assure you that Christ will do everything He can to see that this deflation takes place!”

That’s a great analogy.  What makes it ever better is that you will never meet a more humble man that Robert Hermann.  If he needs Christ’s help to get through the narrow gate, where does that leave you and me?

I had some experience with Jesus’ ego-deflating help just this week.  On Tuesday morning I took a train to Jefferson City and rode my bike back to Saint Charles on the Katy Trail.  Face it, I’m not the finest physical specimen you’ve ever met.  I’m about 20 pounds overweight and I’m just weeks away from getting my first Social Security check.  But with God’s help, I made the trip back in three days.  It’s 122.4 miles from the current state capitol to the first state capitol, but who’s counting?

Anyway, I was almost back, about ten miles from the finish line and I was feeling pretty good about myself.  I may not look like like much, but I could never done such a thing ten years ago, probably never in my life.  Thanks be to God, I was about to reach my goal.  I stopped in one of the few shady spots in the last twenty miles or so to rest for a minute and I met two young guys going the other way on the trail.  They were in the process of riding from Cleveland to California.  They’re riding 100 miles per day for almost two months!  So much for my inflated ego.

I firmly believe that God sends us angels to help us when we need it.  Those guys must have been my angels.  Like the Bishop said, “I assure you that Christ will do everything He can to see that this deflation (of our egos) takes place.”

I have to tell you about another person who may be a personal angel for me.  I ride two or three times a week on Grant’s Trail.  Every single time I ride, I see this guy.  I don’t ride every day, but every time I do ride I see him, so he must ride every day.  He obviously has lost the use of his legs.  He has a recumbent bike that he pedals with his arms.

I’ve seen him get ready to ride.  He gets out of his car into a wheel chair.  He wheels himself to the back of his car where he gets the bike off the rack, chains his wheel chair to the back of his car, then heads off down the trail.  The effort it takes him just to get ready to ride would be too much for me.  But there he is, every day, doing his thing.

That’s discipline.  Seeing his determination makes whatever I accomplish with two arms and two legs pale by comparison.  Talk about discipline.

It’s like the writer of the Letter to the Hebrews says in our second reading, “for whom the Lord loves, he disciplines; he scourges every son he acknowledges.”  He tells us that God treats us as sons.  “For what son is there whom his father does not discipline?  At the time, all discipline seems a cause not for job, but for pain, yet later it brings the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who are trained by it.”

Jesus tells us we have to be strong to get into heaven.  To be strong you must have discipline.  Jesus is the source of our discipline and our strength.  In spite of what some people think, in spite of what society would have us believe, there’s no free lunch.  We have to work hard, endure the trials, whether they’re from outside, or self-inflicted like my bike trip.

Some people are blessed with great natural gifts.  Some of us, not so much.  But with proper discipline, we’ll all be good stewards of the gifts that God has given us, and we’ll welcome the discipline He gives us, knowing that it will make us stronger; make us more able to enter through that narrow gate.

Bishop Hermann ends his column in the Review by saying, “As for those in our midst who do not seem to be headed for the kingdom, the first thing we should do is to pray and fast for them, and the last thing we should do is to judge them.  When we fast from judging them and we offer up this fast, we are interceding for them.  When we invite the Lord to show us in our lives the same faults we see in their lives, and then ask the Lord to forgive us those faults, we intercede for them.  When we pray for them, we are filled with hope.  Hope is what they and we both need?”

It Wasn’t 40 Days but It’s a Start

As promised, here’s a post-mortum on my grand adventure on 2 wheels from Jefferson City, MO to Saint Charles. It was definitely an interesting trip.  Some of it was about what I expected but there were some surprises too.

Kirkwood, MO Amtrak Station

I left Saint Louis (actually Kirkwood, a suburb) at 9:00 am Tuesday.  The ticket said 8:59, go figure.  Like they could really be that specific?  Anyway, the Amtrak train was the first surprise.  I haven’t been on a train since I was a teenager  so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.  It was very nice.  The train itself was clean and pleasant.  There was a cafe car with drinks and snacks.  The seats are comfortable and the ride as smooth as glass.  It was a short two-hour ride.

One thing I remember from my last train ride to the state capitol, as a Cub Scout, was the steep hill from the Amtrak station to the capitol building.  It’s still there!  So I started my trip, at least the first two blocks, walking the bike.  I might mention that the weight of all the stuff I took

Missouri State Capitol

along made the bike very unstable.  Rather than roll backwards down the hill and into the Missouri River, I decided that it would be best to start my actual ride on level ground.  This part didn’t count anyway.  I zeroed my odometer when I was standing in front of the actual capitol.


After a very good cheeseburger at the Downtown Diner, the actual ride started a little after noon.

I ran into the first problem less than a mile into the ride.  The bike lane on the Missouri River bridge was closed.  Fortunately, the workers who had the lane closed were eating lunch and I was able to navigate around their giant crane, avoiding the life-threatening possibility of crossing the bridge in traffic.

Off to a great start

It’s a little over 2 miles from Jeff to the actual trail.  Once I got to the trail, I felt a lot like the Maytag repairman.  For the first 80 miles or so, I saw three people.  I saw two girls riding about ten minutes into the trail and one gentleman in a dress shirt riding a balloon-tired Schwinn on Wednesday, apparently a local.  Otherwise, it was just God, me, and the frogs.

Just me and the frogs

That was another strange thing.  I expected to see some wildlife, especially since there were no other people.  But the only animals I really saw were a lot of frogs hopping across the trail.

That first day was uneventful, except for breaking a spoke.  As per my master plan, or dumb luck with some help from the Holy Spirit, I made it to a small town called Bluffton around 4:00 where I planned to spend the night at the Steamboat Junction Campground.

Steamboat Junction Campground

Let me tell you about the Steamboat Junction Campground. First, it’s very nice.  Everything was clean, the sites were nice, and there wasn’t a soul in the place.  No other campers.  No owners.  Just me.  There’s a box where you put your camping fee.  There’s a refrigerator stocked with soda, water, and some snacks.  Again, you put your money in the slot.

I have to say, I’ve camped many a night in my life, but never completely alone.  Trust me, I was zipped up in my tent before it got dark.  It’s amazing how many noises there are in the woods when you’re the only one there.

Dinner Tuesday night was a celophane-wrapped sub sandwich from the honor-system fridge, some beef jerky, and a granola bar.

I survived the night, enjoyed more beef jerky and another granola bar for breakfast and headed out for day 2.

The highlight of day 2, at least the first half of day 2, was lunch in Hermann, MO.

Rivertown Restaurant, Hermann, MO

Hermann is a town of German heritage which is known for its wineries, about two miles off the Katy Trail.  Since it was before noon and since an unstable rider and an unstable ride is a bad combination, I settled for a barbecued pork steak, took some pictures, and was on my way.

The Katy Trail is a combination of wooded scenery, magnificent views of the Missouri River, sometimes just a few feet away, high bluffs, and a lot of small towns that have seen better days.  The trail is the former right-of-way of the MKT Railroad.  In the railroads’ hey day, small towns sprang up along its path.  When the railroad left, so did the people leaving in their wake some sad little towns.  I’m sure trail users generate a little revenue, mostly on the weekends, but there’s really not much going on there.

Missouri River

I had hoped I might be able to find a daily mass along the trail, but churches are few and far between.  So, the conversations I had with God were one-on-one.  But, you can’t look at a hundred-foot-high bluff that was carved by just water, or the mighty Missouri River making it’s way to it’s meeting with the Mississippi, to realize the might and power of God.  Then a butterfly landed on my hand at one point and stayed there for several minutes.  God’s existence is all around us in the biggest and the smallest things.

Jim's Bar & Grill, Tebbetts, MO

I had planned on spending Wednesday night in the town of Marthasville.  Unfortunately, the campground where I planned on staying is now an overgrown field.  Plan B was a nearby bed and breakfast.  Good news-it’s still open.  Bad news-there was no one there.

I stopped and enjoyed an ice cream sundae, the highlight of the second half of the day, sitting in the shade.  Lovely!

But time marches on, so I got out my trusty Katy Trail guide and saw that the next possible camping site was in Augusta, another eleven miles.  Oh well, more miles Wednesday meant fewer miles Thursday.

Klondike Park, Augusta, MO

Klondike Park in Augusta is a beautiful spot.  It’s a rarity in these parts, a campground in a county park.  Again, it was almost deserted.  There was another couple camped there, but I didn’t run into them until Thursday morning.  It was another honor-system facility with nice sites and an excellent shower/bathroom building right across the road from where I camped.

There wasn’t even a vending machine here so Wednesday dinner and Thursday breakfast were my new favorite beef jerky/granola bar combo plate, washed down with warm water.  Yum!  I may start a franchise.

Heading into the home stretch now with a short day thanks to my overly-long Wednesday ride of more than 55 miles (the longest I’ve ever ridden in one day), I was anxious to get this thing over with.  The only stop along the way was a biker bar (not the pedaling kind of biker, the Harley kind) in Defiance, where I enjoyed probably the best diet cola I’ve ever had along with a large ice water in the air conditioning.  The nice lady behind the bar filled my soda bottle with water and gave me a cup of ice for the final leg of the journey.

Defiance is the former home of Daniel Boone and a side trip was an option.  But, the air conditioned bar won out.  I can drive out to Defiance some other day.

As it turned out, Thursday was the hottest day of the trip and the stretch of the trail

The Home Stretch

from Defiance to Saint Charles is mostly in the sun, so in spite of being the shortest leg of the trip, the combination of the heat and my worn out body made it the toughest.  But the end was in sight and there was no way I wasn’t going to finish.

There were actually other people riding on this stretch of the trail.  In fact, I met two young men who were on their way from Cleveland, OH to California.  They were planning to average 100 miles per day.  Just what California needs, two more crazy people!  Seriously, I can’t imagine the conditioning and the stamina it must take to ride a bicycle that long and that far.

Just as I was beginning to feel pretty good about myself, these young men reminded me that we all do what’s within our capabilities and not to get an inflated ego over my “accomplishment”.  We don’t do anything by ourselves, whether it’s some kind of physical effort, mental effort, of spiritual effort.  I’ll never be able to do what those young guys are doing, mostly because I’m not young anymore.  On the other hand, I wouldn’t have been able to do what I did this week when I was their age either.  As my wife pointed out to me yesterday at breakfast, I’m no great physical specimen but I’m in better shape now than I was in my twenties.  We all have to do the best we can with what we’ve got.

Missouri's First Capitol (Notice bike in lower left corner)

End of the Trail

I’d say that’s the number one lesson I learned this week.  Here are the others, in no particular order.

1. ALWAYS CALL AHEAD. The campground that was open last year may be a vacant lot this year.

2. Everything weighs more than you think it does. Everything is farther than you think it is. Everything takes longer than you think it will.

3. Never, never, never take ice water for granted.

4. Everything is possible with God’s help.

If you’re interested, I’ve posted all my trip pix on my Facebook page.

There are a number of good resources if you’d like to consider a Katy Trail trip. Probably the most useful is Brett Dufur’s Katy Trail Guide Book is also well worth looking into.

Final numbers

Day 1  38.0 miles, 3 hrs 22 min

Day 2  55.4 miles, 5 hrs 05 min

Day 3  30.0 miles 2 hrs 20 min

Total  122.4 miles  10 hrs 56 min

A Capitol Adventure

In today’s gospel, the young man went away sad because he had many possessions and he didn’t want to give them up to follow Jesus.  That’s something I think we can all sympathize with.  It’s not easy to give up our material goods, even temporarily.  This week I’m going to give it a try in my own unworthy way.  Granted, I’m not going to give up everything, but for the next three days I’m going to live with just the few things I can carry on my bicycle.

Tomorrow morning I’m going to board the Amtrak train for Jefferson City, MO.  Then I’m going to ride back to Saint Louis, or at least to Saint Charles, MO on my bike.  According to my Internet research it’s about 110 miles.  I plan to stop and smell the roses along the way and to commune with God as much as possible.  I plan on taking three days.

Given my large fingers and the small keyboard on my Android phone, I won’t be blogging this week, but I do plan to make short posts on Facebook along the way.  You can follow me, if you’re so inclined on my Facebook page.

When I return I’ll be posting a more in-depth journal here on the blog.  I’m calling it a “capitol” trip because I’ll be riding from the current Missouri capitol building in Jeff City to our first state capitol in Saint Charles.

Your prayers would be greatly appreciated.

I say to you, whoever divorces his wife
(unless the marriage is unlawful)
and marries another commits adultery.”

This passage from Matthew’s Gospel seems simple enough.  If a marriage is lawful, it’s forever.  There are no practice marriages or trial marriages.  Marriage is exactly what it appears to be, a permanent union between a man and a woman.

Marriage has been in the news lately because of Judge Vaughn’s ruling in California last week that in spite of the clear wishes of 7 million voters, same-sex “marriage” is now legal in that state.

I just finished a course this summer on Canon Law, particularly the laws governing marriage and baptism.  Not once in ten hours of classes did father say anything about marriage between two men or two women.

Here’s the thing, eventually the Supreme Court is going to rule on what constitutes a civil marriage.  Whatever they decide has nothing to do with sacramental marriage.  Jesus made that very clear.

This Gospel passage also explains the issue of annulments, a practice of the Church that’s always been controversial.  If marriage is forever, how can the Church “annul” a marriage.  Isn’t it just a way for the Church to get more money?

The short answer is no.  Jesus says “I say to you, whoever divorces his wife( unless the marriage is unlawful) and marries another commits adultery.”  Unless the marriage is unlawful.

The Church doesn’t nullify a marriage, it declares, under certain circumstances that the marriage wasn’t lawful in the first place which is exactly what the Gospel says today.  I’m not going to try to give you a course on Canon Law.  It’s very complicated and I don’t expect any of you will ever need to use it.  But you will hear the comments from non-Catholics, and maybe even some Catholics criticizing the Church’s rules on marriage.

This one sentence from this one Gospel should be enough.  Jesus said “no divorces” but He also allowed for the fact that some folks attempt marriage and fail.  God, in His mercy makes allowances for those failures.

Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven,
and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.

Today’s Gospel reading contains a key passage for our Catholic faith.  Jesus gives His apostles the power to forgive sins on His behalf; the sacrament of reconciliation.  What an awesome gift!

Face it, we’re all sinners.  We can’t help it.  We’re born that way.  We’re all burdened with original sin and a tendency to commit sins if we’re not careful.  No matter how good our intentions, we just can’t be 100% sin free.  Only one human being has ever been sin-free and we venerate her as the Mother of God.  You and me…not so much.

But there’s good news and bad news and more good news.  The good news is that we can pay a visit to the confessional and be washed clean of our sins.  God gave this power to His apostles and their successors.  Father Gary, just like every priest in the world, can forgive us of our sinfulness.  We’re washed clean, ready to start with a clean slate.  The bad news is that we all know that our state of grace is only temporary because we’re going to sin again.  More good news is that we can come back again and be forgiven again.  As much as we’re prone to sin, God has more forgiveness than we have sinfulness.  Like I said, it’s a great gift.

I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but don’t be a stranger to the confessional.  Far from being the scary place that we might imagine it to be, it’s there for us to visit often, to confess our sins and to have them washed away.

The days of the fire and brimstone priest are long gone.  There’s nothing that our priests haven’t heard before and they’re not going to condemn you for being human.  Check it out if you haven’t been in a while.

The Lord Loves a Cheerful Giver

Happy Tuesday, everybody.  Yesterday we talked about money and giving.  Today, here we are again. Paul writes to the Corinthians:

Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly,
and whoever sows bountifully will also reap bountifully.
Each must do as already determined, without sadness or compulsion,
for God loves a cheerful giver.o be in sort of a rut here.

We’ve all heard that money is the root of all evil.  But that’s not what the scripture says.  The actual quote is that the LOVE OF MONEY is the root of all evil.  The First Commandment tells us that we should have no false Gods.  For some people, money is a God.  It’s the focus of their entire lives, certainly more important to them than God Himself.  That’s a sin.

Making a nice living for yourself and giving what’s left over to charity is something else altogether.  I’m not going to pretend to know what’s in anyone’s heart.  That’s between each of us and our Creator.  But we all know examples of wealthy people who are more than generous with their money.  Here in Saint Louis the Taylor family who own Enterprise Rent-a-Car come to mind and there are many others.

It’s very important for you and I to support worthy causes, like the Annual Catholic Appeal.  It all adds up.  But each year the campaign kicks off with hundreds of thousands of dollars contributed by some of our wealthiest neighbors.

On a national level, some of our richest Americans give huge amounts to charity.  Warren Buffett, Bill Gates, and other wealthy folks have pledged to give half of everything they earn to those less fortunate.  That’s billions of dollars to help solve some of our society’s biggest problems.

Just between you and me, here’s a little secret.  My former pastor used to say that God can never be outdone in generosity.  Make it a habit to be generous to others and God will repay you, both in this life and the next.  Try it.  It really works.  But remember, it’s a circle.  When you find yourself being rewarded for your generosity, you have to share that reward too.  Giving and getting; giving and getting.  It’s a great feeling.

No, money isn’t the root of all evil for those who recognize it for what it is and for who makes it possible for them to earn it.  I’ve never seen a U-Haul trailer on the back of a hearse.  We can’t take it with us so it just makes good sense for us to share what we have with those who don’t have so much.

Not to get too political here, but it’s called “Christian charity.”  It’s a virtue as long as it’s done by you and me.  When the government tries to step in, that’s when things tend to go wrong.

Monday of the 19th Week of Ordinary Time–Gold Fish?

Well, now we know why Jesus didn’t carry any money.  When He needed some cash he just sent one of the Apostles to get a gold coin out of a fish’s mouth.  Not bad.  Don’t you wish you could do that?

Maybe not.  A while back I mentioned that a lot of lottery winners actually end up worse off than they were before they won.  They waste all that money and end up broke.  Money that you don’t work for just doesn’t seem to stick around like it should.

But maybe Jesus is sending us a different message today.  Jesus had to pay a tax to go into the temple.  Our modern-day church may ask us for money.  In fact we’re coming into “second collection season” when it seems like there’s an extra envelope in the box almost every week.  The difference is that you don’t have to give anything if you don’t want to, or if you can’t.  Admission is free.  Donations are optional.

Maybe Jesus is telling Peter, and us, that the tax is just so much fish food.  The tax collectors aren’t working for the money so why should He.  After all, we know that our Lord had very little use for money.  “Give unto Caesar what is Caeser’s, and give to God what is God’s.”

It’s a fact that you and I need money to survive.  We’re expected to give an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay.  We’re also expected to tithe; to use part of what receive to support the church and for charity.

We know that Saint Paul could have supported himself through the charity of others, but he chose to work for a living.  Our modern-day clergy make very little, some of us don’t get paid at all.  But we’re not here on earth to pile up stuff.  We’re here to live a holy life.  If we do, our reward will be so great that we can’t even imagine it.  Not having to work for a living just might give us too much time on our hands.  Like they say, “an idle hand is the devil’s playground.”

Fish that spit out gold coins might seem like a good thing, but in the grand scheme of things, having a finny ATM machine just might not be the best thing for us.

18th Sunday in Ordinary Time–Like a Thief

Have you ever had your house broken into?  Chances are that you haven’t.  I have and I can tell you it’s not fun.  In our case the thief came in the middle of the afternoon.  Jan left the house every day at a certain time to pick the kids up from school.  This guy must have been watching because he broke in, right through the front door, just after she had left.

The stuff he stole didn’t have a lot of financial value, but it did have sentimental value; things like class rings that can never be replaced.  As it happened our oldest son got off school early that day and surprised the thief.  He ran out the back door and got away.

I have to tell you about this master thief.  He was surprised by another victim just a couple of days later.  This time he runs off and leaves his car behind.  Not wanting to go back to the scene of the crime, he had his girlfriend call the police and report the car stolen.  When the cops showed up to take her statement, this genius was sitting at the kitchen table going through his loot.  They arrested him but he had already gotten rid of all our stuff.  All we got back was one earring.

We can laugh about it now, but it could have been a really serious situation.  Our modern-day John Dillinger was a drug addict and instead of running, he could just as easily turned on our son with a gun or a knife.  Thanks be to God that no one was hurt.  “Stuff” can be replaced.  Human life can’t.

The point is, as Jesus points out in today’s Gospel, if we had known the thief was coming, we would have been prepared.  He would have never gotten into the house.

We all do things to protect our homes and our valuables.  We lock the doors and windows.  We don’t leave valuables lying around in plain sight.  We do the same with our cars.  Hopefully we keep anything worth stealing in the trunk or locked in the glove compartment.  Ladies, I hope you keep your purse close to you, especially when you’re in a crowd.  It’s just good sense to take the proper precautions to secure our belongings, even though we know that we’ll probably never be robbed.

Of course, Jesus’ story has nothing to do with being the victim of a robbery.  The point lies in His last statement.  “You also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect, the Son of Man will come.”  Notice the words that He uses.  Not “the Son of Man might come”.  THE SON OF MAN WILL COME.  We’re all going to die, people.  We don’t know how.  We don’t know when.  But, we WILL die.

Think about the tragic school bus accident that happened this week.  Two young lives were snuffed out in an instant.  Jessica Brinker was just 15.  Not even old enough to drive.  She and her fellow high school band members were on their way to Six Flags.  It was an annual trip for the band, something they worked to raise money for during the school year.  Surely Jessica left home that morning looking forward to all the rides, and the food, and the fun that she expected to enjoy that day. Being 15, there’s a good chance that some boy was in her thoughts.  She was just a kid!   She was looking forward to the day and many, many more days to come.

Daniel Schatz was 19.  He was driving his pickup truck on Highway 44 when the truck in front of him stopped for a traffic back up.  He hit the truck which may or may not have been a serious accident, but the school bus slammed into him and crushed his truck, then a second school bus rear-ended the first.  That’s when Jessica was killed.  I don’t know where Daniel was going.  He may have been going to work, maybe he was even going to Six Flags himself.  But we can be pretty sure that when he got into his truck and headed onto the highway, his death was the farthest thing from his mind.

There’s so much that we don’t understand about life and death.  There were fifty five people on the two buses.  One was killed.  I have a friend whose daughter was on that first bus.  She wasn’t even hurt.

There were hundreds of other vehicles on that part of Highway 44.  Why was Daniel Schatz driving the one that got between the school bus and the truck?  We just don’t know.  What we do know is that one day God will call us home.

My question for you is this:   “Do you take precautions to save your soul as seriously as you take precautions to protect your stuff?”  Some day somebody may break into your house.  Some day somebody may break into your car?  If they do, you have insurance to restore your lost possessions.

What about your soul?  Obviously you go to weekly mass.  If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.  But what else do you do?  Do you go to confession regularly, making sure you’re in a state of grace every single day, just in case?  Do you do your best to avoid sin?  Do you read religious books, listen to Catholic radio, or watch EWTN?  When was the last time you sat down in a quiet spot and read the Bible?  How’s your prayer life?

I’m not trying to scare anybody………Well, maybe I am.  I consider everyone here to be my friend.  If I knew that you were about to get on a plane and I knew the plane had a bad engine, I’d do everything in my power to keep you from getting on.  I’d grab you and throw you on the ground if I had to.  DON’T GET ON THAT PLANE!!!

There is no plane, and I can’t predict the future except to know that we’re all going to leave this world, some of us sooner rather than later.  As an ordained minister of the Church, but more importantly as your friend, it’s my job, it’s my solemn duty to do everything I can to protect your eternal life.

If I have to scare you, or embarrass you, or offend you to make my point, then so be it.  I think too many of us think we’ve got it made.  Maybe we think there is no damnation.  Maybe we think we’re all going to heaven.  If you think that, you’re playing a very dangerous game and the stakes are higher than we can even imagine.

All I’m asking you to do is to be ready. It’s really not that hard.   “Gird your loins and light your lamps and be like servants who await their master’s return from a wedding, ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.  Blessed are those servants whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.”

Transfiguration of the Lord

“This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; Listen to Him!”

Today we celebrate the Transfiguration of the Lord.  Jesus goes to the top of the mountain with Peter, John, and James.  They, and we, get a small glimpse of what God has in store for His Son, and for us.  His garments become white as the sun and Moses and Elijah appear with Him.

The three Apostles have fallen asleep.  I guess the climb was too much for them.  These guys do have a bad habit of dozing off at crucial times.  Remember the Garden of Gesthemani?  Fortunately, they wake up in time to see what’s going on.

Of course Peter, in his enthusiasm wants to build tents so the people can come and see Jesus and the other two.  But the sky suddenly gets dark and God’s voice booms out from the clouds:  “This is my beloved Son.  Listen to Him.” The Apostles fell silent and didn’t tell anyone at the time what they had seen.

Of course, what they had seen was very important.  It was a rare look into the future.  Jesus was transfigured, just as He was and you and I will be when we enter into God’s kingdom.

What they hear was even more important.  It’s the second time God has spoken directly to human beings about His Son.  The first time was at the River Jordan as He was baptized by John.  He IS my Son.  Listen to Him.

The message is no less important today than it was way back then.  That’s why we have an annual feast to remind us.  When He says “Listen to Him” He doesn’t mean sometimes.  He doesn’t mean when it’s convenient or when it won’t separate us from our friends.  He means always.  Every day.  In every circumstance.  His words are truth.  Anyone who speaks against His words is a liar.  That’s it.  End of story.

I don’t think they do so much anymore, but for a while it was a fad for kids to wear bracelets and T-shirts that said WWJD?, What would Jesus do?   But that’s not really the point.  Jesus walked on the water to get to his friends in the boat.  We can’t do that.

A better slogan might be WDJS?  What did Jesus say?  There’s no situation we can run into where the answer doesn’t lie in Jesus’ words.

“This is my beloved Son.  Listen to Him.”