Thursday, December 14, 2017

Married priests: a disaster

Lately there's been talk about the pope allowing married men to be ordained as priests. This topic comes up from time to time, but now it seems like the idea may actually be under consideration.

Now, before we go any further, Take careful note of what we're talking about: married men being ordained as priests. This is not the same as, "priests getting married." Get that? These things are not the same. What's the difference? The only question under consideration is whether, in addition to single men being ordained priests, we will now allow men who are already married to do so, as well. LISTEN: no one is considering allowing men who are already ordained, to be married. Get that? This sequence is awfully important, as will shortly become clear...

The current situation is: if you are a Catholic man, and you think you want to be a priest, you know: if you choose that path, you do not get married. That's how it is, right now.

So what's being talked about is, well, how about we open the door to men being married, first -- and then they can train to be priests. Won't that mean more priests?

No.

In fact, it will collapse vocations. It will destroy them.

Wow, that's harsh. How can I say that?

Right now there are about 60 or so men training for the Archdiocese of Cincinnati. Most of them are young, in their 20s or 30s; a few older. They entered the seminary knowing that if they go forward, they are foregoing marriage. They can be a priest, or they can be married. They can't do both.

And -- remember what I said in the second paragraph -- they know that once they are ordained a priest, there will never be an option for a priest to be married. Why? Because there never has been, and no one in the Church is proposing changing that.

So imagine the pope announces: we're changing it; now you can be married first, then ordained. Or even, we're looking at it.

How many of those 60 men starts thinking: you know what? This means I can get married, first -- and then be ordained later! Why not do that? The pope just said, married priests are great; so why shouldn't I be a married priest?

Fast-forward, the decision is made: now married men will be accepted as candidates for orders. And here I am, in Russia, Ohio, promoting the priesthood. And here's the conversation I have with a high school boy:

Fox: "You should think about being a priest. You're dedicated to prayer, you love the Mass, you help people -- you'd be a great priest."

H.S. boy: "Thanks Father, but I don't know, I think about being married. Didn't the pope say I could do both?"

Fox: "Well, yes he did."

H.S. boy: "And, didn't he say I have to marry first? Right?"

Fox: "That's right."

H.S. boy: "Well, OK then, I think I'll wait."

And why shouldn't he? Why should any young man not wait and see if marriage works out, first? He can always go to the seminary later, right? But if he goes first, then no marriage.

Please tell me why this change wouldn't empty out our seminaries, as lots of young men decide they will see how marriage works out -- and either, if it doesn't, then they can enter; or else, if they do get married, they can pursue the priesthood after things settle down in their marriage. Say, when they are 50 or so.

I know what you're thinking. Oh, but instead of all those 20 year olds, you'll get eager 50 year olds. First, why assume it will be a 1:1 trade -- that is, for every 20 year old we lose, we'll gain an older guy? You get married, you raise kids, you have a job, career, business; and you're going to drop all that to enter the seminary? C'mon. It is precisely when you are single that you can maybe do this; and speaking as someone who was single in my 20s and in my 30s, 40s and 50s, it just gets harder to do things like this as you get older. You get tied down, even without a wife and children. Do you really think it's easy for a man who is married and has children -- maybe grandchildren -- to say, OK, now I'm entering the seminary?

It won't be a 1:1 ratio, but even if it were, it needs to be about a 1:5 ratio. That is, for every 20-something young man we lose, we need to pick up at least 5 older men. Why? Because a man who is ordained at 26 will be a priest for a whole lot longer than a man ordained at 46 or 56. And a man who is celibate is going to be full time; a married man, a father and grandfather, is far less likely to be.

Oh, and by the way: once you announce men can both marry, and become a priest, what inference will there be about men who skip marriage to enter the seminary? You don't think people will ask: "gee, I wonder why Father didn't marry -- he could have, after all? Hmm..." I'm sure those men who pursue the traditional path will just love that, don't you think? One more disincentive to enter the seminary early.

And we can dig into the other problems later: married priests mean priests with family problems, divorced priests, and the priest's family problems become parish problems.

There are more problems I can foresee, but the main one is this. If you decree that married men can be priests, then lots and lots of men thinking about priesthood will switch to thinking about marriage first. And that empties seminaries that are still only half-full.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Three ways to 'prepare the way' (Sunday homily)

Last week the key idea was that yes, humanity needs a Savior.
This Sunday, I want to suggest that the key idea in the readings is:  
“Prepare the way.”

In the first reading, a voice cries out: “prepare the way of the LORD!” 
In the Gospel, we learn whose voice: John the Baptist’s.

How do we prepare the way?

Well, Saint Peter tells us in the second reading:
“the day of the Lord will come like a thief” – we cannot know when; 
so “be eager to be found… at peace” with Christ.

Let me offer three concrete things you can do, starting now, 
to draw closer to Christ and prepare the way for him in your life.

The first thing I want to highlight 
is spending time in the Lord’s presence. 

Now, someone can say, well, look, does it matter where I pray?
Why is it so important to come and be in Jesus’ very presence?

The answer, of course, is that on God’s level, it does not matter. 
God sees you and knows you wherever you are.
But on the human level, of course it makes a difference.

It’s like the difference between calling someone you love, 
versus going to see that person. 
Sometimes a phone call is all we can do, and that’s a lot; 
but it’s obviously not the same as visiting in person.
Making a habit of prayer, especially taking time 
to come and pray before the Blessed Sacrament, isn’t just going to happen.
It will happen only if you make a firm resolution and concrete plan.

Now, I want to make a distinction between praying in church – 
in the presence of the Eucharist – 
and praying when Jesus is on the altar, in Exposition.
Both are good, both will help us, 
but there is something especially powerful 
about praying with Jesus, as it were, face-to-face.

As you probably know, we have exposition every Thursday, 
from the 8:15 Mass in the morning till Benediction 
at 8:30 in the evening. Come anytime you want, for as long as you want. 
And if you feel so led, you could sign up for one of the hours. 
Some are kind of thin with adorers.

If this doesn’t work for you, we also have, 
on the First Friday of each month, an all-night vigil, 
from the 7 pm Traditional Latin Mass, 
until about 8 on Saturday morning. 
The group that organized this, 
which is devoted to the Sacred Heart of Jesus 
and to Mary’s Immaculate Heart, 
will make you very welcome. 

The second thing I want to emphasize is confession.
If praying before the Eucharist is “face time,”
Confession is “heart time.”
Look: I’m obviously not married, 
but two things are true of every marriage.
First, that there are always hurts and times of distance.
Second, there is always a need 
for open-hearted confession and forgiveness.

It is true that forgiveness doesn’t always come easily 
in family situations. 
But the good news is, even if your husband or wife 
doesn’t forgive easily and generously, God does!

Between now and Christmas, there will be plenty of opportunities 
for you to receive this sacrament. 

I recently started hearing confessions on Wednesdays at 5:45 pm, 
till 6:10 – that is, till just before the evening Mass. 
In addition, I hear confessions for 2-1/2 hours on Thursdays 
and over 2 hours on Saturdays. 
There’s also a little time for confessions also on Sunday morning, 
before the 9 and 11 am Masses.

On top of this, if you look in the bulletin this week and next, 
you’ll see times listed for confessions and penance services 
at nearby churches.

And, in the week right before Christmas, 
I’ll have extra times here at St. Remy. Watch the bulletin for these. 

The third thing suggestion I have is to reach out.
So we have “face time”: adoring Jesus in the Eucharist;
And “heart time”: confessing our sins in the sacrament of penance;
So this is “go time”: go make some a difference in someone’s life. 

Today we have a special collection for the retirement fund 
for religious sisters, brothers and priests.
This is an easy sell; people are always generous, 
because we feel an almost instinctive gratitude 
to those who entered religious life, taking a vow of poverty, 
and who gave their lives to others.

We often say, oh, how costly that was, 
you gave your whole life as a priest or religious. 
When you meet a priest or a sister, do they tell you,
“Gee, what a rotten deal that was! Boy, did I get ripped off!”

No! What you see and hear is that we love what we were called to.
I love being a priest. I love being your priest.
And if you’re listening now, and wondering 
if maybe you should be a sister, or a brother, or a priest, 
I want to tell you, if it is for you, nothing will make you happier! 
Don’t be afraid of it. At least give it a try.

And in the meantime – and for all of us in every walk of life – 
there are a 100 ways, every day, 
we can go make a difference for someone else.

A lot of people at this time of year are sad, 
especially if they lost someone they love and the memory is sharp. 
No better time to check in with friends and neighbors, 
especially if they live alone and maybe are getting a little older. 
And if you are feeling sad, helping others is the best thing for it.
We have a St. Vincent de Paul Society that helps people in need. 
If you want to be involved, they would love to hear from you. 
And they can connect you to opportunities 
in Piqua, Sidney, Troy and Dayton. 

Right here in Russia we have Rustic Hope, 
helping women facing an unexpected pregnancy. 
They would love your help.
So would the food pantry in Versailles. 

Jesus is coming: at the end of time; and in this Mass. 
If you want to be prepared, and draw close to him,
Fix your eyes on him. Open your heart to him. 
Give him your hands for his work.

Thursday, December 07, 2017

How do I know God loves me? Mary's Immaculate Conception is how (homily)

There is frequently confusion about what we are celebrating today. 
I am determined to correct this mistake every chance I get.

Pop quiz: whose conception – whose beginning of life – 
are we commemorating today? 
Is it (a) Father Martin Fox? No.
Is it (b) Jesus Christ? No, because that would mean
he was conceived on Dec. 8 and born 17 days later. If Mary had a 17-day pregnancy,
I think that would have been mentioned elsewhere.
So that leaves (c) "Someone else." And that someone else is Mary.
Mary's birthday is September 8; back up nine months: December 8.
It’s Mary who is conceived immaculately, or, without sin.

We mark Jesus’ conception on March 25, 
nine months before Christmas.
Today we recall when Mary was conceived 
in the womb of her mother, Ann. 
Mary’s birthday comes nine months later, September 8.

So, again, the Immaculate Conception is about how Mary began her life.*

The mistake is understandable, 
in part because the Gospel reading 
talks mostly about Jesus being conceived. 
Even so, this Gospel reading is still the right one, 
because it is the place where the Bible 
most clearly points to Mary’s Immaculate Conception. 

First, we have a single, powerful word, in the original Greek: kecharitomene
This is the word we translate, “full of grace.”

Let’s notice a couple of things. First, it’s a greeting. 
This isn’t a statement about Mary; 
it’s the name Heaven gives to Mary; it’s who God says she is. 
Moreover, to say Mary is “full of grace” is actually not strong enough.

Here’s a more literal sense of what the Archangel Gabriel said to Mary:
Hail, You who have been, and now are, 
perfectly, completely, and uniquely graced.
Get that? Mary was, and remains, 
perfectly, completely, and uniquely graced by God.

There it is: Mary has been free from sin 
from the very first instant of her life. 
Otherwise, it would not be true 
that she was “perfectly and completely” graced. 

Then there is another detail in this passage that confirms this. 
Later, Gabriel says, “the power of the Most High will overshadow you.” 

This is an unusual phrase, used only a few times in Scripture, 
as when the Glory of God overshadowed the tent of meeting, 
which was where God’s People gathered to worship the Lord. 
That tabernacle God desired to be prepared perfectly.

So what Gabriel’s words mean is that Mary is that tabernacle, 
first made perfect by the Divine Craftsman, 
in preparation for being “overshadowed by the Most High.” Christ to enter.
Mary is the temple of the Lord,
Prepared with the greatest care for Jesus, 
Who enters Creation through Mary,
fulfilling the promise from Genesis, that He, 
the Seed of the Woman, would crush the enemy.

Here’s a beautiful quote by Blessed John Duns Scotus. He asked:

"Would the God of justice and mercy grant the first Eve, 
who He foreknew would betray Him, a greater glory in her creation 
than He would give the second Eve, 
who He foreknew would be His handmaid forever?"

And, of course, the answer is no!

The remaining question is, what does all this mean to me?

All this gives each of us cause for the greatest confidence.
All this ought to fill you and me with the greatest joy.

Think about it: God went to a whole lot of trouble, 
a terrific amount of planning. Why?
Even at the moment when Adam and Eve fell, 
Why did God plan for there to be a second Eve? 
Why so much fuss and bother? 

You are the reason. And so am I.
You and I were chosen; we were destined.
Never, never, never, never doubt that you matter to God!
Never, never fear that God will not move heaven and earth 
to bring about your salvation.

Today’s feast is the proof!

* Edits made when delivered.

Sunday, December 03, 2017

Yes, we need a Savior (1st Sunday of Advent homily)

Now we begin the season the Church calls “Advent.” 
Not the Christmas Season. That begins in 4 weeks, on Christmas Day.

If you want to get a handle on the readings 
we hear at Mass during Advent, think of this way. 
We begin, with today’s readings, with a problem – 
for which Christmas presents the solution. 
And what is that problem?

Humanity needs a savior.

This is not always a welcome point to make. 
When each of us was a child, at some point or another 
we said to our mom or dad, “I can do it myself!” 
And we keep saying it our whole lives long.

The adult version of this is when we think we should get our act together first, 
before we go to confession.
But that’s backwards. Without God’s help, 
we will never get our act together. Never. 

That’s because: we need a savior.

Now, there are two rebuttals to this truth in our society.

The first is simply to deny it. There is no salvation. 
People are how they are, and they don’t really change.
All of us can be tempted to think this way, 
because what is true is that people don’t change easily.

We have all wanted someone to change, 
only to see that hope dashed over and over. 
So it is very tempting to harden our hearts and write people off.

The other response is more seductive:
There are plenty of voices around us that say, 
“Yes, you do need a savior – and that’s why I’m here!”

Sometimes it’s government. Politicians are always promising salvation.
That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to have good government; 
but I’m here to tell you: government isn’t going to save us. 

Neither is medicine going to save us.
We have made astounding progress, it is true, and we keep going. 
There is good reason to believe that in the next few decades, 
we will witness even more astonishing things.

But we will also witness ways this goes terribly wrong.

There is a huge “fertility” industry, 
that creates human life in the laboratory. 
This is what is called “in vitro fertilization.”
It is understandable that people facing the heartbreak 
of not being able to conceive a child would reach for this.

But it is a gravely sinful manipulation of human life.
What gets overlooked is that this method involves
Creating multiple, tiny new lives, most of which are discarded.
And then these tiny human lives are destroyed 
in the process of being turned into raw material for research.
Yet another iteration of this is so-called “surrogacy.”
There are same-sex couples who are saying, they want to have children. 
Again, embedded in this is a good and wholesome desire.

This is a truth we hate to face: 
that so often, we do evil things for the best of reasons!

So when you have two men, or two women say, “here’s our baby!”
But what gets left out? Somewhere there is a mother, or a father, that that child will never have. 
Women, in particular, are especially exploited by this business.

Technology isn’t going to save us.

Fifty Sixty* or so years ago, our society launched 
on a great experiment, called the “Sexual Revolution.” 
The idea was that if only, if only we could all be “liberated” 
from outdated morality;

If only we could have no qualms about divorce 
and plentiful contraception, and “safe and legal” abortion;

If only there were more “openness”: 
knock down all the restraints on what can be shown in movies, 
TV, or included in books and music;

If only people could just pursue the path that suited them, then:
We would be so much happier, as individuals and as a society.
Marriages would be better; families would be better.

This really was the sales pitch. And now, 50 60* years on, we can see: 
This promise has failed. 

Whether you look at these accusations of 
powerful people preying on others; 
or look at the growing confusion about sexual identity: 
am I a man? Am I a woman? Who am I meant for?

There are so many children growing up with fractured lives.
No one is immune, but it is a crisis in our cities, 
because it is bound up with persistent poverty and loss of hope, 
and that leads to drugs, crime, rage, violence and an early grave.

There are so many people with so much emptiness in their lives, 
and they are filling it with opioid drugs, or with boozy weekends;
or with porn, or with endless entertainment.

None of these things are going to save us!
One of the reasons I am pounding this point, 
is because if you turn on the Internet or the TV, 
or you listen to what comes out of the mouths of lots of people, 
whether in Hollywood or Washington D.C., 
or next to you at the grocery store…

It is all around you and me; we breathe in this mindset constantly.
If you are not alert to it, you will soak it in.

There are a lot of people who aren’t ready to accept 
the failure of all these promises.

It is a brutal thing to accept that your god has failed: 
The gods of government, or science, or sex, 
or individualism or politics or money.
Because when you are forced to admit 
that none of these things are going to bring us salvation, 
then what do you do? 

Then, either you despair -- and many are despairing –
or else bend the knee to the one and only Savior there is:
And that is Jesus Christ! 
Yes, we need a savior. And his name is Jesus.

Advent starts by reminding us: we need a savior. 
You do. I do. Everyone of us needs a savior.

And then it leads us to him. 

He came on Christmas; he will come at the end of time.
He will come in a few minutes, for us, in this Mass.*
His name is Jesus.

* These edits made today.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

What I've been cooking...

Updated, below...

For whatever reason, I'm on a burst of actual cooking lately. Maybe it was the success of last week's turkey? In any case, yesterday I fixed an old standby, pot roast. I've done this before:

1. Preheat oven to 200 degrees.
2. Heat oil or other fat (sometimes I use bacon fat) in a dutch oven.
3. Season chuck roast with plenty of salt and pepper, and dredge in flour.
4. Brown roast on both sides.
5. Cut up celery and carrots, halve a couple of onions. How much? Whatever you like. If you have potatoes or mushrooms, you can throw those in too. (I added some leftover mushrooms this time.)
6. After meat is browned, add a few cups water, or beef or vegetable broth or stock if you had it. Also add a cup or two of wine (red or white; I prefer dry to sweet).
7. Add any other flavors you like. I added some leftover garlic puree I found in the fridge, as well as some red pepper flakes, and a bay leaf.
8. Cover and place in oven.

By the way, this works in a crock pot, but I don't have one, and my counter is crowded enough; so this simply turns my oven into a crock pot.

How long to cook? I cooked it around six hours; I think it might have been better with another hour or two. Also, you can cook it at a higher temperature, but I think it comes out better if you cook it low and slow.

How was it? Really good! I think it will be even better when I have the leftovers later this week.

And then, this morning, I decided to start on a chicken, which I'll cook tomorrow. I decided to brine it, so I washed the bird, and then placed it in the same dutch oven; I boiled some water and coarse salt to dissolve it, along with some ground pepper and red pepper flakes. How much? Whatever you like! I put in about two tablespoons of salt, but you could go more or less. I poured this over the chicken, and added more water, until the chicken was covered by the water. I had a lime that was getting shriveled, so I cut that up and threw it in.


My plan is to let that soak for most of today, then I'll remove the chicken from the brine and let it dry out in the fridge overnight. When it's ready to roast, I'll rub the whole thing in butter and sprinkle it with pepper and salt, and stuff it with cut up lemons and rosemary. Hey! I just got an idea! I'm going to go throw some of the rosemary in the brine; I never use it all anyway! Stay tuned.

Update, 4:25 pm, 11/30/17

Last night I dumped out the brine; I can't remember if I rinsed it too. After drying it off a bit, I put it back in the fridge so the skin could dry out. This morning I got it out and flipped it, so the other side could dry as well.

About 3 pm, I got it out, and as I often do (this is a recipe from the inimitable Fr. Z), I stuffed the bird with rosemary sprigs and a cut up lemon, then rubbed the chicken with butter, then sprinkled generously with salt and pepper. Frequently, however, the chicken is too wet and the butter doesn't spread; that happened this time, despite all; so I added some olive oil.

Here's the chicken ready to go in the oven:


As you can see, there are some lumps of butter that didn't spread; of course that'll melt. You can also see I placed it bottom's up -- i.e., breast down. Later, I'll turn on the broiler and flip it, letting the broiler crisp up the skin on the breast side. I can't say it ends up as crispy and nice as it would otherwise, but it's a nice trade off to get really moist breast meat.

I'm cooking it at about 225 degrees, so this will take longer. The picture doesn't show the thermometer, which I just remembered and went and stuck in the thigh. I'm hoping this will either be finished by 6:30, or else won't finish till 8:30, which is when I come back from Benediction.

Update, 5:53 pm...

Here is the finished chicken! Ecce, pullam! 



I checked it around 5:25 pm, and it the thermometer showed it finished. So I flipped it, and then placed it back in. I had to run out for a few minutes, and I got back around 5:45; at which point I turned on the broiler. After a few minutes, it looked like this, so I pulled it out. I removed the items from the insides and threw them away. The juice -- of which there was a lot -- I poured off into a container to save for later. After cutting myself some pieces, I put the rest away.

Verdict?

It's mighty good. It wasn't salty enough for me, which surprised me. Perhaps I could have used more salt in the brine. Also, it isn't as redolent of rosemary as I thought it might be, given that I put some in the brine; but I didn't break it up too much. Maybe next time, I'll pulverize the rosemary, so more of its goodness migrates via the solution to the muscle fibers of the chicken.

The skin is quite good; as always, the topside skin isn't as crispy as it would be had I cooked it topside from the beginning, but as I said above, it's a fair trade-off. And since I cooked it at a lower temperature, the color wasn't as dark, but it still was reasonably crispy.

And, actually, I think I could have brought it out a bit earlier, but it isn't overcooked. I didn't expect it to finish this early, which makes me think my oven was hotter than I realized.

Just now I polished off the thigh, and it was superb! I'm a thigh man, myself. It's surrounded with a good layer of fat, and has lots of meat but only two bones; so when it's cooked right, the fat melts away, but the meat is so juicy and flavorful. I think it's best meat on a chicken, apart from the "oyster."

So that's the chicken. If you are keeping score, I now have two nice containers of leftovers: pot roast from Monday, and this chicken. I'm almost sorry I'm full, because I can't wait for the leftovers!

Monday, November 27, 2017

Sorry, no homily

...because the deacon gave the homily this past weekend.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Ecce, Meleagris!*

Here is the turkey, out of the oven yesterday around 11 am:


And here is how it arrived to the party in Cincinnati:


This worked pretty well. Were I to do this again, I would take the turkey out about an hour earlier, to allow for the time in the cooler. Everyone praised the turkey (the skin was quite good), but I think it was a tad overdone. The gravy turned out well. Surprisingly, there was far fewer drippings in the pan. I drained it off, but it was almost all fat. I added some to the gravy, but threw away the rest. I am still a believer in flipping the bird, but that means no stuffing.

About the the stuffing: despite all, it was still tasty. I happen to like it less mushy. Also, I am not convinced that cornbread is better than white bread. Next time, I will try a different recipe.

* There is no proper Latin word for turkey, as in a bird to be eaten, because the turkey had not been discovered; it is native to the Americas. This is the genus to which turkeys belong.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

I did not 'flip the bird,' and other Thanksgiving news...

Project "Feed my hungry relatives" continues pretty much on schedule.

The alarm went off at 3 am, and I got the turkey out of the fridge, first thing. Here is the prize turkey, weighing in at just under 24 lbs. Note the time on the coffee maker.



Then I prepared the stuffing. I had already broken up the staled white bread and cornbread yesterday; now I sauteed the vegetables with the various spices. Thrown in were: cajun seasoning, salt, pepper, poultry seasoning, thyme, plus celery and onions. I thought about mushrooms, but decided against (I had some in the fridge).


Here is all that stuff in the bread, plus a cut up Granny Smith apple. At this point, I made a rookie mistake. I added all my liquid at once. Never do that! The stuffing was soupy. I quickly toasted several slices of bread and cut it up, and that helped, but I didn't want to throw in too much added bread, or else the balance wouldn't be right. I wasn't happy with the consistency even then, but I went with it.

Note: always add liquid slowly. You can always add more, but you can't take it away. I forgot that at 3:30 this morning.



Here is the stuffed bird, with the skin rubbed with butter and sprinkled with coarse salt and ground pepper. At about this point I realized there was no way I was going to "flip the bird": even if the stuffing hadn't been too wet, the problem would be that the stuffing would come out. I also realized that it pays to stuff the neck cavity first, because you want to be able to lift up the bird to do it. But I'd already stuffed the thorax, so I only put a little in the neck and closed that up with a toothpick.


Since I wasn't going to cook the turkey breast down, I covered the breast section with aluminum foil, and into the oven at 4 am. I then remembered the thermometer, and so I put that in, poking through the foil (not shown).



So back to bed I went, but I didn't really fall asleep. I was up again around 7 am to shower and shave, and head over to church for Lauds and Mass. The turkey was fine.

After breakfast, I remembered I needed to fix the stock, that would be the base for gravy later. So I cut up an onion and a stalk of celery, and sauteed these in butter.


I had bought "Bone Broth" in case I needed extra liquid for the stuffing (ho, ho!), and as I hadn't used it, I made use of it here, instead of water. That went in, plus a bay leaf, plus salt and pepper, and of course, the turkey innards -- sans the liver, which Martha Stewart says shouldn't be cooked too long. So that'll go in later.


Here is the stock, on the way to a boil. After taking this picture, I turned it back to simmer, and that is what it is doing now.

So, the plan from here:

- Finish the stock and strain it, adding back the liver and the gizzard. 
- Take out turkey and remove all stuffing. (If it's too wet still, we can try to tighten it up later when I arrive, by baking it. Or else give up on it.)
- Pack all these items in a large cooler for the trip to Cincinnati. 

If time is short, there may not be more pictures, sorry! You'll just have to imagine what it looks like!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Can you guess what Father Fox is cooking?

Some of my readers, here in the parish, have been asking me for more cooking posts. FYI, it's not that I haven't been cooking, but I am usually too focused on food to take time to take pictures and compose a post!

But in any case, I thought it was time to do one. But first let's do a little sleuthing. Can you figure out what I'm working on from these photos? If you are wondering what is in the paper bag, it is some biscuits from McDonalds. While I was out running errands yesterday, I got a couple of their breakfast biscuits, and ate the contents, while mostly not eating the biscuits (too many delicious carbs!); but instead of throwing them away, with my project in view, I brought them home.


This is butter, by the way...


I'm sure there are better ways to make this, but this works. What do you think?


Batter in the skillet, which goes in the oven...


After...


After after (fyi: those are old palms, which I found in my car; I will burn them at the next Easter Vigil). Are you starting to figure out what I'm going to make? By the way, the biscuits mentioned earlier are in the picture; do you know where?


Here are ingredients I will be using in this project today. Stay tuned for more pictures...


Update, 4:22 pm...

Have you figured it out? Here are more pictures with more narrative. After I offered Holy Mass at the nearby nursing home, I went to the parish hall with my box of supplies, above. (Hint: I put two items in the box by mistake; they were not needed for this particular task after all.) The recipe I was following called for me to simmer some water with coarse salt, coriander, bay leaves, mustard seed, fennel seed and black pepper. It called for whole coriander and black peppercorns, but I had ground coriander, so I used that. And I couldn't figure out how to remove the grinder-top off the jar of black pepper I had from the store, without breaking it, so I simply ground it in. Here is that concoction simmering:


The same recipe called for some dry Riesling wine, and sliced onions. I decided to leave the brown skins on, but I did cut off the ends.

And here is all of it, poured over a 24 pound turkey, which is in a clean garbage bag, in a very large pot. After this, I tied the bag and placed the whole thing in the walk-in cooler. This, plus the very large pots, are why I did this at the parish hall.



All this marinates for 24 hours or so. What I didn't photograph was my last-minute decision to add more of everything, when I saw that the liquid didn't cover the turkey. So I simmered some more salt and spices, and thankfully I had bought a second bottle of wine, which I dumped in. The proportions will be off, but I don't think that matters very much. That is to say, it may matter to Martha Stewart, whose brine recipe this was, but it doesn't much matter to me. (I'd already left out the juniper berries, because Kroger didn't have them, and I had already decided I wasn't going anywhere else for them.)

Update, 11/22, 4:22 pm...

Here is a progress report, with more pictures!

Here is the turkey, having emerged from its bath. It was going to be 24 hours, but I got antsy. Here it is in the refrigerator, so that the skin dries out. The plan is for me to rise at 4 am, get this thing out of the fridge without dropping it, and then getting the stuffing ready to go inside it. I have been resisting the 4 am wake-up, but I can find no way around it.


Meanwhile, I did what prep I could for the stuffing. This is equal parts cornbread and white bread (the picture is deceptive: this is a very large bowl).

Everything else is wet, so I will wait till the wee hours to finish the stuffing. I have no idea whether I'll have too much -- I'm hoping!


Meanwhile, I have been busy with other matters. I had purchased a disposable baking pan; however, it was too flimsy. So one of my crack staff kindly brought one from home. Also, I verified that the cooler I will use to transport the turkey, with stuffing, broth and fixings for gravy, will actually fit in my car. The good news is that it will indeed fit. The bad news is that, once in the car, I can barely open the lid. That means the cooler can only go in the car loaded; so another of my crack staff kindly volunteered to come over tomorrow around 11 am and help me load this in my car.

Also, I also got a couple more onions, just because -- and duct tape. Why duct tape? A parishioner -- whose brother is the king of roast pork hereabouts -- swears by his technique of keeping the roast pork in a cooler for the last hour of cooking; and it must be taped shut! With duct tape! So we aren't messing around here.

I forgot to take a picture of the oven mitts I bought, which are silicone or something like that. These will be handy tomorrow morning, after morning Mass, when I flip the bird topside again, to brown the breast meat. That's right: I'm going to cook the turkey backside up. That is my solution for avoiding the breast being overcooked.

Please pray for my sister

In your charity, please pray for my sister, who is very ill. She was recently diagnosed with advanced lymphoma, and began receiving chemo a few days ago. Right after that, she developed some severe complications, and she is still dealing with them.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Do you have a lot or a little? (Sunday homily)

The first reading is about more than a “worthy wife.” 
It is about the personification of God’s Wisdom, 
which is manifest in this woman who excels as a spouse.

It’s worth considering the alternatives. 
The author could have spoken of a valiant queen like Bathsheba, 
or a prophetess like Deborah, or a warrior like Judith – 
all part of the history of God’s People. 
But instead, the author chose a wife.

To cite something St. Josemaria Escriva said: 
“Perseverance in little things for Love is heroism.”

And that is what we see in the Gospel. 
The three servants were all given different amounts of money. 
Don’t be confused by the word “talent” – 
in the Gospel, it doesn’t refer to abilities, but rather, to money. 
A “talent” of silver was approximately 100 pounds. 
In today’s dollars, that would be about $20,000. 
So one servant was given five talents – or $100,000; 
another was given $40,000, or two talents; 
and the third servant was given the equivalent of $20,000.

Now, $100,000, $40,000 or even $20,000 sounds like a lot of money. 
But if you have a home and a family, or if you are running a business, 
you know what things cost, and that money can go fast. 

These servants weren’t being given vast enterprises to be in charge of. 
Rather, they were being given relatively small shares 
of a much larger project. 
The challenge for them – as well as for the excellent wife 
in the first reading – is to make the most difference
in an unsung, unglamorous responsibility. 

It’s the same challenge for every parent here, 
every farmer and business owner. 

It’s the same for you students. 
You feel pressure from others around you 
to cheat on exams and papers, 
to try to fit in with the crowd that drinking and using drugs, 
and it seems so much easier to do that 
than to do the right thing, the honest thing. 

But the payoff is to hear, one day, Jesus say to you: 
“Well done, my good and faithful servant. 
Since you were faithful in small matters,
I will give you great responsibilities.
Come, share your master's joy!”

To quote St. Josemaria Escriva again: 
“Perseverance in little things for love is heroism.”

There’s a film called “A Bronx Tale,” and it tells the story 
of a boy who grows up in a neighborhood 
where there’s a gangster who seems really glamorous, 
and the boy is drawn into the mobster’s orbit. 

His father wants nothing to do with crime, 
even though there’s easy money in it for him. 
And one time he pulls his son away from hanging out with the crooks. 
His boy is upset, and parrots what the mob boss says: 
that working people are “suckers.” 

And the father tells his young son, 
"He's wrong, it don't take much strength 
to pull the trigger but try and get up every morning day after day 
and work for a living, let's see him try that. 
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy. 
The working man is the tough guy."

This year, Pope Francis has started a new tradition; 
he has designated this day the “World Day for the Poor.” 
This is as good a time as any to remember 
that whatever challenges any of us have 
with paying our bills or making ends meet, 
how blessed you and I are in comparison to 
the full reality of poverty and privation. 

Even the poverty we see in this country is far different 
from what people face in so many other places. 
When we think about it, we may be tempted to say, 
it’s all so overwhelming, what can I do?

That risks making the same mistake as the third servant in the Gospel, 
who said the very same thing. 
And he buried what resources he did have, 
and made absolutely no use of them.

As you know, there is a second collection today 
for the Campaign for Human Development. 
The bishops, who created this fund, 
have the purpose of helping people escape poverty. 

I will be very candid with you: 
I know that many people have serious questions 
about how these funds are spent, 
because over the years there have, indeed, been misjudgments 
in where the money was sent. 

I was as unhappy about that as you have been. 
All I can do is to repeat to you what the Archbishop has said: 
that he and the other bishops 
are making every effort to avoid having this money 
go to any organizations promoting abortion or same-sex marriage 
or other things in conflict with Catholic teaching. 

But if you have qualms, and do not wish to contribute, 
that is entirely your decision. 
That said, may I then make this suggestion? 
Look for another way to help people rise from poverty. 
Don’t just put your resources in a hole and do nothing. 

Just to wrap this up.

It’s pretty common for us to compare ourselves to others. 
There is always someone who has more money, more good looks, 
more ability, more opportunity, than it seems you or I have. 

But what really are the best gifts Jesus has given us? 
Is it money? Is it good looks or a great job or a fancy car?
No, of course not!

Here are the best gifts Jesus gives us.
He gives us forgiveness of our sins.
He gives us the Holy Spirit to guide us.
He gives us grace, that will – if we cooperate – 
make us saints and take us to heaven.
And he gave you your life, which you may doubt is worth much, 
but Jesus considers priceless, because he died for you.

Is it really true that you don’t have much?
Is not rather true that you and I have everything?
Rich in Christ! Rich in his love. Rich in hope.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Four ways to grow in desire for Christ (Sunday homily)

This parable is one that I have found difficult to unravel 
over the years. Maybe you have too. 
This past week, I came upon an article online, 
and the author, a Protestant professor named Jack Crabtree, 
helped clarify it for me.

He points out what distinguishes the two groups of virgins – 
well, first, let’s point out what does not distinguish them. 
They are all virgins; they are all carrying lamps; 
they are all invited to the wedding; they all bring some oil. 
They all fall asleep; and they all wake up at the same time.

So far, all the same, right? 

So what’s different about the wise virgins, versus the foolish? 
The wise virgins were prepared for a long delay. 
Think about that: had the Bridegroom come right away, 
all of them, without exception, would have been part of the wedding. 
But there was a long delay, 
and the foolish virgins weren’t prepared, and they were left out.

So the reservoir of oil that the wise virgins have, 
is that perseverance that enables them to wait, and wait, and wait, 
and wait some more.

So where does this perseverance come from? 
I submit to you that it is a matter of desire.
A show of hands: how many people here can either speak, or read, 
a language other than English? Raise your hands.

Everyone here – every single person here – 
is capable of speaking another language. 
We all speak one; why can’t we learn another? 
I’m not saying it’s easy; I am simply saying it is possible.

So why don’t we? We don’t want it badly enough. 

In the case of this parable, the desire, specifically, 
is for Christ himself, and his Kingdom. 
That’s what the Wedding is; 
that’s what the foolish virgins missed out on, 
because they didn’t want it enough to endure a long wait.

So, how do we gain this desire for the Kingdom, 
before all other things?

I’m going to offer four ways today we gain that desire for Christ:

First, come to confession frequently. How frequently? 
Well, I can be wrong here, 
but I think more than once or twice a year. Monthly is a good rule. 

A lot of people look at it as, “do I have to go”  – 
which is the wrong way to look at it. 
Better is to ask, “will it help me to go to confession?” 

The obvious time to go is when our lamp has gone out, 
because of mortal sin. That is a true “need to go” situation. 

But even better is to go, precisely to keep that lamp from going out. 
Sometimes it’s fading, getting weak; and if we don’t do something, 
the flame will die. 

It is in confession that we get stoked up 
with more oil of the Holy Spirit, so our lamp burns brightly.

Second, make your time at Holy Mass more fruitful.

Now, what I am going to say next, 
you parents of young children should ignore this! This is not for you. 
It can be a real challenge getting your family to church, 
so that’s enough. Save this next advice for 20 years from now!

And that advice is, get here earlier. 
Otherwise, you will be ten or 15 minutes into Mass 
before you “check in.” 

OK, what do you do with that time? 
You can pray the Rosary; you can read the readings. 
And yes, these are things Father Cromly suggested this week.

The third thing is not so much something we do, 
as it is in how you and I respond; that is to say, 
how we respond to suffering. 

We don’t get much choice about whether we have pain and trouble. 
What we can do is see them as times of grace – and if we do, 
then they will be. 

One great grace of our trials of this life 
is that they help us realize this world is not our home; 
and we come to long, more and more, for heaven. 

The final thing you and I can do to grow in desire is the simplest: 
Ask for it.  Ask for the desire.

This has worked for me many times in my life. 
Before I entered the seminary, 
I wanted to start the habit of daily Mass, but I couldn’t get going. 
So I started praying, “God, give me the desire to go to daily Mass.” 
Let me tell you, it was a matter of days!

Now, it doesn’t always happen that fast. 
I know people who have struggled with terrible habits,  
such as alcohol and pornography, for years, even decades! 
I’ve known people who gave up; they lost hope. 
But they found it again, and they kept asking, begging God to help them. 
And finally, things cleared for them. 
In their own way, they were asking, “God, give me the desire!”

If you want to want the Kingdom, if you want to want Christ, 
you will find him in the confessional. You will find him in the Mass. 
You will find him when you are being wronged and when you are in pain. 
And above all, you will find him when you ask.

Ask daily; ask every hour. Ask, ask and keep asking. There is no magic. 
But it is in the asking, pleading, begging, that our hearts grow, 
and become great reservoirs to hold the Oil of the Holy Spirit; 
and it is the Holy Spirit who longs, who thirsts, within us, for Christ.

Thursday, November 09, 2017

Lots of activity, not much reporting, sorry!

As you might surmise, I've been busy lately.

Doing what, I hear you ask? Let me tell you.

This week -- Sunday to Wednesday -- we had a Parish Mission. That means we had a priest here who, in addition to talks in church Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, also met with our kids of all ages each day, as well as Sunday evening. That also meant a far amount of planning and activity leading up to it, and some hospitality on my part. For example, Tuesday -- at the request of the visiting priest -- we had a reception at the rectory; so I had to get some food together for that. On that occasion, giving time constraints, I cooked exactly nothing. Everything went well, however; not just Tuesday, but everyday.

So, at 6:30 am, our visiting priest was driven off to the airport, well fed and otherwise having worked very hard for our parish; and immediately, I had to turn to other activities.

First, I had to organize some reply forms we got back from the folks attending the Mission. We had passed out "Go Deeper" reply forms, and on the form was a variety of ways folks could deepen their faith, including an adult Bible study group, several prayer groups, and other choices. So today, after having Mass at a nearby assisted living facility, I sorted them all out into piles, and have parceled out the piles to various people so that everyone who filled out a form will be contacted, and invited to participate in the things in which they expressed interest.

Meanwhile, I have yet another project to work on: our annual Forty Hours this weekend! That starts tomorrow. I have things arranged for tomorrow morning; we have several fine altar servers who will assist with a procession inside church. The main thing I must get together is the dinner, on Sunday, for visiting clergy. So just now I was working out the menu, and getting my shopping list together. Alas, I have a narrow window in which to do my shopping! I have four appointments tomorrow, and alas, they are spread out through the day. If I can get my homily finished by tomorrow, however, I have a good window on Saturday. My menu is fairly simple, because with all I have to do on Sunday as it is, I don't wish to have a lot of food prep. So I'm going to have some simple snacks that go with drinks, and then have a slow cooked pork loin dish I tried out recently and was really good; alongside that will be some potato salad (made by others), and some green beans I'll throw in the oven while we're enjoying pre-prandials. And I'll get some cheesecake or something like that. It will be a good time.

So that's my quick report before I head over to hear confessions in a few...er, that is, right now!

Sunday, November 05, 2017

Power corrupts, but service saves (Sunday homily)

The problem highlighted in the first reading and in the Gospel 
can be boiled down to: “power corrupts.”
In the first reading, the priests were playing favorites; 
in the Gospel, the Pharisees – who weren’t all priests – 
were more interested in accolades 
than in really helping people get to heaven.

So when Jesus tells his disciples, 
do not be called “rabbi,” “father,” or “master,” 
he wasn’t forbidding the use of these words altogether; 
rather, he was challenging them to think deeply about their motives. 
What did they think it meant for them to be his Apostles?

Other stories in the Gospels tell us what the Apostles were thinking. 
At one point, they are debating who among them is the most important. 
Another time, the brothers James and John 
want to call down fire on a Samaritan town that was unfriendly. 

So we have some sense of what might have been going on 
in the minds of the Apostles. 
Maybe they saw the high priests throwing their weight around,
and given great honor, and they may have thought: 
that’s what it will be like for us.
And that idea is what Jesus is shutting down.

Today we welcome two seminarians for the Archdiocese. 
They shared a few words before we began Mass,
And you can meet John and Stephen afterward.

I remember when I was first thinking about the priesthood, 
it is true that what I focused on 
was more of idealized image of the priest.
That’s to be expected.

When boys and young men are thinking about being a priest, 
I doubt many dwell on filling out paperwork 
or spending time reviewing bids on new phone systems.
There’s no particular glory in making sure the roof doesn’t leak 
or in paying the bills – but there is word that describes this: service.

And it fits with calling a priest “Father” – 
because these are things a father, a parent, does.

So, while the Lord warns, on the one hand that power corrupts, 
On the other hand he tells us, “service saves.” 
Thus in the second reading, we have Saint Paul reminding the folks 
that he was like a “nursing mother,” 
spending himself in order to nourish their faith. 

To bring it home: this is not only what my job is as a priest; 
it is what our job is as a parish. 
Namely, that our parish is a place 
where each of us helps one another to grow in faith.

So, for example, we have five hours of confessions each week. 
You’ll see in the bulletin that I’d like to add another hour, 
but I want your feedback on when would be most helpful. 

This week, we have Father Nathan Cromly leading a Parish Mission.
You will like Father Nathan, but much more important, 
you will be inspired and challenged. 
That’s why we’re having this Mission, 
and that’s a reason to join in: to grow in our faith.

For example, this replaces Religious Education on Wednesday, 
so I really hope our students – with their parents – 
won’t just see it as a “night off” but as a time to grow.

And then, looking ahead to the weekend, 
we will have our annual Forty Hours devotion to the Holy Eucharist. 
One way to think about our Parish Mission 
is that we want Father Nathan to help us hunger and thirst more 
to be with Jesus, to be his companion and co-worker.

Then, Forty Hours is our “face time” with the Lord.
In other words, we want Father Nathan to be like Andrew, 
who said to Peter, “Come and meet the Messiah.”

I’m sure a lot of us have seen various news items – 
from Washington, from the sports world, and from Hollywood – 
detailing just how badly power can corrupt. 
None of us is really immune. 
Pray for me, help me, not to get a big head.

One of the ways that can happen – for me, and for you – 
is that we think we have it all figured out. We are in control.
Or, if we don’t have things in hand, we figure it’s on us to fix it. 
We’re going to do it our own way.

Instead, take some time this week to sit at the feet of Jesus, 
who is the only one who really does have things in control. 
He is the one who knows how to put things right – 
beginning with us listening to him, and learning from him.
Our Parish Mission, and Forty Hours, are a time for us to do that.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Who are least and lost in our times? (Sunday homily)

The Lord is clear in the Gospel: all the commandments, 
all the rules, boil down to two: 
Love God first and more than anything else; 
and, love your neighbor as yourself.

Then the first reading adds this: 
God measures our devotion, our religion, our love of him, 
by how treat the least, the last and the lost. 
In Bible times, they spoke about the widow, the orphan, 
the poor and the alien – that is, the foreigner. 
But in our times, who are these people – 
these last, these least, these lost?

I think we can figure it out, if we really want to. 
We know that our laws don’t protect the unborn child.
And our society increasingly pushes the notion 
that if you are too sick or too old, you should just die. 
In six states, it’s now legal to kill people who are sick, if they ask. 

God also says, “you shall not molest or oppress an alien, 
for you were once aliens yourselves in the land of Egypt.” 
We all know there are challenges associated with immigration, 
and with accepting refugees into our country. 
The laws ought to be obeyed, let us agree. 
And let us also agree that all countries 
have the right to regulate migration into their countries. 
And, third, we know that our country has been generous.

Having said that, can we find ways to continue to be generous? 
President Trump had some pretty harsh things to say last year 
in the campaign; it was not his finest hour. 
As Catholics and as citizens, we have the right, and the duty, 
to be a voice for policies that are fair and generous.

And then God has something to say about how the poor are treated. 
Speaking for myself, I find it frustrating and discouraging 
to contemplate the poverty situation in our country. 
I imagine a lot of us feel the same way. 
We devote sums of money to combat poverty. 
We spend mountains of money on education;
yet precisely where it is needed the most, in the poorest communities, 
the situation is the worst.

I’m the first one to say, “It’s complicated”; because it is. 
Yet the fact remains that we have a paradox in our country. 
We are a land of opportunity: people come here with no English, 
no money and no connections, and they build a great life. 

Meanwhile, we have people who are born here, 
and they are going nowhere, and they know it. 
They end up on drugs, in prison, and in a grave. 

Just because it is a really hard problem doesn’t mean we give up. 
There is a saying: “better to light one candle, 
than to curse the darkness.” 
So we light a candle. We do what we can.
For one, you and I can pray: pray for our hearts to open wider, 
and that we seek out ways to make a difference. 

You want to light a candle? Here are a couple of ways.
When you go to a restaurant, tip well. Really well.
The servers aren’t all poor, but many are, or they are just climbing out.
They don’t get paid much. Tip them well.

And if you ever go to a Mexican restaurant, 
there’s a very good chance the people fixing your meal 
and bringing it to you and cleaning up after you are not only poor, 
but they are our fellow Catholics. 
Do you realize that they often don’t come to Holy Mass?
Why don’t they come?

For one, they don’t speak English; for another, 
they may feel out of place. 
And, third, many of them are working all day on Sundays.

There is a priest in our Archdiocese who goes and offers Mass 
in the restaurants, in Spanish. 
That’s good; but still, it would be a more generous helping of justice 
if these our brothers and sisters were able to come to church, 
and we made them welcome? 

Maybe write a note on the check -- along with a good tip! – 
that says, “You are welcome at St. Remy Church in Russia.”

Let me say something more about being an “alien” – that is, an outsider.

Here in Russia, we have such a strong Catholic community, 
and so many blessings go with that. But there is another side to this. 
If you’re not Catholic, and you’re not married to a Catholic, 
and you live in Russia, 
I’m betting you feel like an outsider. 
And then there are people who, even if they are Catholic, 
they don’t fit the mold. Maybe their lives are a little chaotic. 
Maybe they’ve made some mistakes in life
and they feel like they don’t fit in. 

So if you’re wondering what this reading says to us, 
here in Russia, Ohio, 
maybe it is that you and I push ourselves to look around 
for folks to include. 

If you’re in school, and it’s a small school like ours, 
not fitting in can be really harsh. So Russia students, 
God is telling you: don’t oppress the outsider; 
Make those other kids feel welcome. Do right by them!

We have a Parish Mission in a week, 
and obviously we want to invite others to take part. 
But if you really want to welcome someone, 
to make a neighbor or coworker or classmate feel welcome, 
don’t just invite them to church. Sit with that boy or girl over lunch. 
Invite those folks into your home. Share a part of your life with them.
That’s how “aliens” become friends. 
That’s what loving your neighbor as yourself looks like.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Caesar, God & you (Sunday homily)

There are a number of passages of Sacred Scripture 
that get distorted in their meaning; today’s Gospel is one of them. 
Specifically, when our Lord says, 
“repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar’s, 
and to God what belongs to God.”

Whenever we as Christians seek to have a say 
about government laws or policies, we often hear this passage quoted.

A lot of us heard this in the controversy over the government’s order 
that nearly every employer, including many religious organizations, 
would be forced to provide contraceptives 
and abortion-causing drugs 
as part of the insurance they provide at work. 

As you know, the Catholic Church and many others 
who objected to this violation of freedom of conscience 
have been fighting in the courts over this for many years.  
We won some key decisions.

But recently, the Trump Administration issued new guidance 
that finally allows all employers – not just religious organizations – 
the right to refrain from participating 
in the provision of contraceptives. 
I want to reiterate this: all employers 
now have the right to refuse to cooperate in this.
While contraceptives may be legal, they are never morally acceptable.

In any case, all during this, we’ve heard people say, 
“Render unto Caesar.” As if Christ is saying,
what government wants, government gets.

Let’s just get this clear right now. That’s wrong!
That is not what Jesus is saying in this Gospel.
First, notice the discussion was specifically about a tax—
And about a coin.

They show him the coin, and he asks, “whose image is this?” 
That is the key: because the coin bears Caesar’s image, 
then it belongs to him. Let him have what bears his image.

Got that?

Then listen what he says next: “And what belongs to God, give to God.”
The coin bears Caesar’s image; 
But tell me: what bears God’s image, God’s inscription?

Well, that would be all of Creation! 
“The heavens declare the glory of God,” Psalm 19 says; 
creation bears witness to God, Paul wrote to the Romans. 

Above all, the image of God is the human race. 
“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness,” 
is what God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit said 
before they created humanity: 
“male and female he created them.”

So when our government says its OK to destroy unborn children? 
And to torture people as part of war? 
Or to humiliate the poor, because they are poor? 
Or to push aside the sick and elderly?

These are God’s treasure! They bear his image! Hands off, Caesar!

Do you know where this applies most clearly? Marriage.
Recall again what Genesis said: 
“in the image of God…male and female, he created them.”
When we say we are made in the divine image, what does that mean? 
God is the Creator above all. 
While God created everything out of nothing, what do we do?

If you are an engineer or architect or in construction, 
you can build whole cities, 
but you have to labor with wood and stone and steel – 
you can’t make it out of nothing. 
The farmer can produce a great harvest, 
but he needs seed and soil and sweat, 
and the blessing of the right weather at the right time. 

If you are a writer or poet or painter, 
you can create people and worlds and histories—
but they only exist on canvas, or the printed page, 
or the silver screen. 
You can’t breathe them into life.

But there is a moment—just one!—
when man in breathtaking audacity soars to the skies 
and comes whisper-close to being just like God,
and in a moment of unrestrained love, generous and sacrificial,
actually does it! Actually creates something from nothing!
And not just any something, but the greatest of somethings—
another divine image, a human being that will live forever!

It’s when a man and woman come together in the marital embrace.
Marriage – requiring a man and a woman – 
is when humanity is most fully the image of God!

Hands off, Caesar!

The next time someone quotes this Gospel to you, 
as if to say, even Jesus says let government do what it likes,
you might quote back today’s first reading. 

It mentions Cyrus, 
who was the all-powerful Persian emperor in Isaiah’s time. 
But notice: it’s God who calls the shots; 
Cyrus does his bidding, not the other way around. 
Cyrus didn’t intend to do God’s bidding, but no matter.
God is one in charge.

Now let’s bring it forward to our own time.

When Jesus said these words, 
no one asked him, or anyone else, 
what the laws should be, or who should govern. 

But in our time, you and I make those decisions. 
Did you know there is an election in a few weeks?
There are just a few items on the ballot. 
Statewide, there are two issues; 
and in various places there are tax levies.
For example, there is a levy for our Russia Volunteer Fire Department, 
and there is a levy for the Houston Ambulance District.
Obviously it’s vital to have our fire and ambulance services, 
who save lives every day. 

And I want to reiterate: it isn’t Caesar or someone else who decides.
You and I who are voters have the responsibility;
And everyone has freedom of speech to influence the decision.
People died to win and defend these rights for us!

And a year from now, we will have elections for our statewide offices, 
for state legislature and Congress. And these are really important.
These people make life and death decisions.
So: you’re on notice! You have a year to get ready.
And realize, there may be elections in the spring 
to choose candidates in the fall. This is our responsibility!

In our country, you and I decide who will be Caesar, 
and what he will be able to do. 
Our government often fails to respect the divine image, in unborn children, 
in the elderly, in the poor and outsiders, 
in how it deals with other countries. 

Our Supreme Court, with supreme, breathtaking arrogance, 
gave itself the right to reshape marriage, not after God’s plan, 
but after its own whims and theories.

Well, Caesar is in our hands. They answer to us! 
You and I have the right and therefore the duty – before God! – 
to hold them accountable;
and to protect what belongs to God.

Meanwhile, that applies to each of us.
You and I bear that sacred image of God.
We are his coin; we bear the inscription of his Name,
When we were baptized 
in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, of the Holy Spirit!

Like the coins in our pockets get soiled and disfigured, so do we.
If you’re feeling that, I have good news, the best good news!
There is nothing God loves more than to restore his image, in you,
to make it beautiful, to make it shine!

That’s what he does in confession, in calling us back to him.
And I want to remind you, in two weeks 
we’ll have a Mission with Father Nathan Cromly, 
and he’s going to be reminding us, and teaching us, 
about the joy you and I have as God’s sacred image, God’s People.

In the Gospel, they were all concerned about that coin, 
bearing Caesar’s image. 

But notice, Jesus couldn’t care less about the coin.
What matters supremely to him is you.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

The three responses we give to God's invitation (Sunday homily)

In the readings, we have a feast; a marriage; 
a surprise invitation; and a guest who was unprepared.

The question that always gets the most attention is this: 
why was the one guest unprepared? 
He wasn’t dressed properly; and people will say, 
but they took him off the street, how could he have been prepared?

That misses the point, which is that when God gives us an invitation, 
we will be able to give a response. 
And in this parable, there are three responses people give:

The first is what the original guests give. 
Their answer, not to say it too rudely was, 
“The King? Nuts to the king!” 
There are less polite ways to say it, that I won’t say, 
but you know what I mean.

Then we have the response of most of the guests who show up. 
The king finds them suitably attired. Their response was the right one. 
In a word, they said “yes, Lord,” not just to the invitation, 
but to everything that went with it. They changed their lives. 
They recognized Jesus as their King 
and rearranged their lives around that reality. 

And then we have this guest. 
He didn’t flatly refuse; but he also didn’t really say yes. 
He wants to be along for the ride. He wants to hedge his bets. 
He doesn’t really respect the invitation, or the King. 

There are plenty of people in our time 
who have the integrity to recognize that calling yourself a Christian carries great demands; 
and they are not ready to do it. 

So you will meet people and say to them, 
“weren’t you baptized a Catholic? Aren’t you a Christian?” 
And they will say, I was, but I am not any longer.” 
And it might be a disappointment or hurt; 
and many will admit they just drifted away; 
but again, there will be those who will say forthrightly, 
“I am not prepared to be a Catholic because…” and then explain why.

There is something to respect in people 
at least realizing that following Jesus Christ is not a trivial matter, 
but the most serious decision. 

Then we have the guest who gets thrown out. 
He takes it all very lightly. 

This is the person who says, sure, I’ll be a godparent for a baptism, 
even though he or she doesn’t make living the Faith a priority. 

How can someone agree to be a sponsor for baptism or confirmation – 
which means, you will model the Faith by your life – 
when you know you’re not doing that? 

And I know how painful it is not to be able to invite family or friends 
to be godparents, but it’s a very solemn responsibility. 
And if you can’t find suitable godparents, come and talk to me. 

This guest without the wedding garment 
is someone who fundamentally misunderstands what Jesus asks. 
Our Faith is not like sales tax. 
You go to the store, you pay the tax, 
and that satisfies the state. You go on as you like.
Some people imagine being Catholic is like that. 
I check off the boxes, I’ve done my duty, 
and then I do as I please.

But that is not Christianity. That is not our Catholic Faith. 
You know what that is? It is a warmed-over paganism. 

In the time of the Apostles, 
this is precisely how the pagans approached religion. 
Zeus or Aphrodite or Mithras or whatever gods you worshipped, 
were almost never the center of life. 
You made your periodic sacrifices, 
you showed up for a religious holiday, and then you lived as you like. 

But what does Jesus say? 
“I am the way, the truth and the life, 
no one comes to the Father except through me.” 
And, “If you are not with me, you are against me.” 
And, he said, “If you would be my disciple, take up your…Cross 
and follow me.” To follow Jesus is to be all in. He is the King.

What Jesus offers us is costly, but it is also a super-abundance of life. 
Nothing is more demanding, and yet it is to drink Life from the Source. 
What could be better?

Notice what was that guest invited to? To a wedding, to a feast. 
And remember, he wasn’t one of the rich swells who was used to this; he was poor and hungry.

The future that Jesus opens up for us? There is no upper scale. 
There is no upper limit to how much abundance 
of life and joy and peace and fulfillment will be ours 
on that mountain where death is destroyed forever!

You and I are bidden to that wedding; 
and all Jesus asks is, “give me your heart. Say yes to me, as your King.” 
The marriage is between the Son of God 
and the People he has called to himself. 
Our destiny is something breathtaking and shocking to say: 
we will be united with God! 

In three weeks our parish will have a mission, 
with Father Nathan Cromly. 
The title of the mission is, “Discovering Joyful Catholicism.” 

Our Faith is demanding, and yet it is a Feast.
There’s a funny old movie called “Auntie Mame,” and she says, 
“Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.” 

That banquet is our Catholic Faith: 
an abundance of truth about who God is and who we are. 
Tables groaning with mercy for all who want it, 
and we can go back, again and again. 

A flood of grace that gives us strength to be people 
we could never be otherwise. 
And a life – in this world and the world to come – 
that is worth everything we give, to have. 
Because that life is Jesus Christ himself.

So, first, if you need your batteries recharged – and who doesn’t? – 
then come to this mission. The dates are November 6-8, 
and Fr. Cromly will give a talk in church 
on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evenings. 
There are other events planned for our children and teens to meet him. 

Each night will include time for prayer and priests to hear confessions.
And if you need a reason to go, the theme is your answer: do you want, do you need, 
to discover more joy in your Catholic Faith? 
Who doesn’t?

Second, this is what Jesus sends us out to bring others to share. 
If you wonder what it costs to follow Jesus, how about this: 
Right now, it “costs” each of us looking around for people to invite. 
There are flyers at the doors, feel free to take one. 
We’ll have more next week. 

Pray for the people who you might want to invite, starting today. 
Pray for you to have the courage to say the words, 
to family, friends and neighbors, 
“would you like to come with me to St. Remy’s Parish Mission?” 

And how about this? If someone pokes back at you, 
“well, you don’t seem all that joyful!” 
You tell them, “You’re right! That’s why I’m going! You come with me.”