Sunday, September 28, 2014

Why 40 Hours (and Eucharistic adoration) is important (Sunday homily)

In two weeks, we’ll have our annual Forty Hours, 
with our Lord in the Eucharist on the altar over the weekend, 
day and night, for us to adore him. 
This weekend we begin asking folks to sign up. 

The sign-up sheets are in the front vestibule. 
I realize it is tricky getting back there 
with the front entrance still closed, 
but you can exit out the sacristy door.

It’s essential we have, at minimum, two adorers for every hour. 
If you are someone who tends to get up early or who stays up late, 
maybe consider taking those off hours?

Let’s talk about what 40 Hours is – and why we do it.

The first and best form of adoring the Lord is the Holy Mass. 
When we are present at Mass, we are with Jesus 
while he is on the Cross, suffering and dying for our salvation. 
That’s what Mass is. 
As the Council of Trent taught, the Mass is a true sacrifice, 
in which our Lord offers himself in an “unbloody” manner.

This is why taking part in Holy Mass 
on Sundays and holy days of obligation is a grave duty for us. 

So where does Exposition of the Eucharist fit in?

With Mass being identified with Calvary, 
we might think of Exposition as being like the time 
the believers spent with the Lord.


But with a difference. In the second reading, 
Saint Paul tells us “God has greatly exalted him, 
and bestowed on him a name above every other name.” 
We are beholding the resurrected Lord, the Lord in glory,  
the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

And yet there is a veil—his glory is concealed, as it were, 
beneath the sign of bread or wine.

And that requires, of course, an act of faith. 
Adoration draws out and exercises our faith, 
just as curls build our biceps. 

And think of this.
If you go to Washington, D.C., what are the odds 
you will be able to meet the President, and visit with him? 
Pretty slim. Same with the pope, or a famous athlete, or movie star. 

And yet, the Lord of the Universe gives us this audience—
for as long as we want!

Now, someone might say, but God is everywhere, right? 
I can talk to God in my car, at home, in the woods. 
And that’s true.

But by that logic, there was no reason 
for God to have come to earth and become a human being. 
Why was that important to do? 
Jesus didn’t need the Cross to forgive us. 
He could have done it without the Cross. 
So why do all that?

Someone can send you a note; or that same person can come and visit.
Is there a difference? Of course there is.

And with the Eucharist, as with the Cross, 
our Lord doesn’t just give us words; he gives himself. 
Can you think of a more total way of God giving himself for us, 
and to us, than to go to the Cross…

And then at the altar, to be our Food? He becomes part of us? 
We can touch and taste? 
What more could he do?

There are a couple of other things I want to say 
about the importance of adoring the Eucharist. 

When we come to adoration, we are recognizing him as our king. 
We kneel before him; and if our physical knees don’t bend very well, 
we bend the knees of our hearts.

I’ve been in situations where I was with people 
who weren’t Catholic, and we were visiting a church; 
and when I saw the tabernacle, I genuflected. 
My friends did not.

If you’ve been in that situation, 
you know the temptation is to skip the genuflection 
so as not to make things awkward. 
And I’ve probably done that at some point as well. 

But when we bend the knee, 
and when we make time for adoration, 
we are acknowledging: “Jesus Christ is my Lord!” 

It’s important we tell ourselves that; and that we tell others.
Especially our children.

One of the many reasons I love this parish 
is because we have lots of children. I love having children at Mass. 
I know sometimes they don’t love being here; 
but keep bringing them, please!

And I encourage you to bring your children to Forty Hours. 
Explain to them what we’re doing; 
teach them how to talk to Jesus on the altar. 
Even a short visit is priceless. 

Here’s an idea – and this applies for Mass, too – 
maybe they would find it easier to “talk” to Jesus 
by writing something, or drawing something. 

And at Forty Hours, don’t worry 
if your children talk to Jesus out loud. It’s really fine! 
It’s actually wonderful. Don’t let it bother you. 
As they grow older, they’ll learn the skills they need. 

But at every age, we need to know where Jesus is 
and that we can come to him. No matter who we are.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Getting the house in order

One of the projects that has taken some of my time since July 1 has been a renovation of the priest house. My venerable predecessor set it in motion, when he knew he would be moving on. He met with some parishioners and they worked out a plan:

> Replace aging wiring;
> Repair or replace failing plumbing;
> Blow insulation into the walls (none before);
> Install air conditioning (none before);
> Fresh paint everywhere;
> Improvements to bathrooms and kitchen;
> Replace some threadbare furniture;

All this has just come to completion, at an expense of about $52,000. We actually got more than that in value, as many items were donated, including a lot of paint, carpeting, and labor.

This weekend I'm welcoming folks into my house to see it all. Tonight is a "Sneak Peek" for those who helped bring it together; Sunday is an Open House for everyone (1-3 pm); Tuesday I'll invite the Mass-goers over.

So after a spate of last-minute things this week, today I typed up a summary sheet of all the aspects of the project, and drove down to Troy to have it blown up into a poster; I'll put that up on Sunday for the benefit of the visitors, along with a stack of envelopes (hint, hint!). But tonight, no pitch for help, even a soft one; I wouldn't even ask anyone to bring things. Instead, I arranged for some food trays from Buschers, and I picked up some snacks at the store. I just got back a bit ago, and got everything in the fridge that needs to chill. In a bit I'll go get the trays, as well as some ice.

So, sorry I haven't been posting, but now you know one reason why.

With everything all spiffed up, I may even post some pictures!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Are you doing your job for the Lord? (Sunday homily)

Who are the workers the Lord is sending into his vineyard? 
These people he goes out, hour after hour, to find?

They are you and me.

What is the work? The Lord has one purpose: to save humanity. 
Yet he chooses to enlist us as his collaborators.

This is how he created us. 
Recall what God said in Genesis: 
“Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” 
Then he gives humanity, male and female, dominion over the earth. 
And he gave the man and woman an incredible gift and responsibility: 
they would participate directly in the continuation of creation: 
in bringing new human beings into existence!

Likewise, our baptism is about our sharing in Christ’s work.
We became part of Christ in baptism; we are part of his mission. 
We share in his dying and rising. We embrace the Cross.
We share in the work of salvation, and our hope is the resurrection.

You pay me a salary as your priest. 
Plus you provide me a home, and groceries. 
That plus my paycheck takes care of all my needs. Thank you!

Likewise, God provides our needs. Yes, we have to work for it. 
I have the privilege of working for the Lord, working for your salvation. 
Most of us have other bosses. 
They don’t pay us to spread the Gospel 
or to talk about our Lord or to invite people to share our Faith.

Nevertheless, it is God who pays us, 
because every good thing in this world comes from him. 
Look beyond the paycheck you receive. 
Did your family come from your employer? 
Your spouse? Your friends?

Did your company give you your parents? Your health? Your talents? 

And of course, the greatest “pay” we receive is Christ himself! 
And in that sense, everyone, whether working from the first hour, 
or arriving at the last, will be paid the same.

But there is a larger question. 
If God is the Master of the vineyard, and we are in his employ, 
are we giving him value for his wages?

If you are a parent, and you are making sure your children know Jesus, 
and learn how to love and serve him, 
that is your section of the vineyard. 
And when you cooperate with God 
in bringing another soul into existence, as is your unique privilege, 
you are helping to populate heaven! 

If we work for a more just society, 
for laws that protect the unborn from abortion, 
and all others from so-called “mercy killing”; 
when we work to oppose the death penalty; 
when we work to ensure dignity and real hope for those in poverty; 
when we defend the family as God designed it, 
by opposing laws reconstructing marriage…

In all these things, again, we are carrying out the Lord’s task.

What else is part of our work in the vineyard? 
I submit that prayer is part of our task. 
Not just praying for our own needs; 
but above all, devoting prayer to the needs of others.

There’s a lot of talk these days 
about the state of Christianity in this country, 
particularly the Catholic Church. 
A lot of concern – rightfully so – about parishes that aren’t growing, 
and for people who wander away from the Faith.

And, of course, there’s lots of discussion: what do we do about it?
And this is the context for all the talk about a “new evangelization.”

But there’s no secret formula for this.

We are workers in the vineyard. Are we working? 
That is, are we working for the Lord—the Master of the Vineyard?

If we are praying. If we are living our Faith. 
If we are sharing our Faith with others, especially our family. 
If we are practicing what we profess. 
If we are serious about growing in holiness.
If we go regularly to confession.
If we are doing our part to support the work of the Church,
and giving ourselves to the task…

Then that’s evangelization, whether you call it old or new. 

The other day, I thought to myself: 
what would we do if some Protestant minister came to town, 
and started a church around here. 
What would our reaction be?

Maybe we would laugh it off. 
That is, until we started seeing some of our own folks 
going to that church.

Then maybe we’d get irritated. Maybe we’d bad-mouth them.
Or maybe we’d look for some excuse or explanation.

It wouldn’t be long before someone would suggest 
that we’d get more people 
if Sunday Mass looked more like what these other folks do.

Well, sorry, but we’re never going to serve coffee in the pews 
during Holy Mass!

Then, finally, we might say, 
“How about we get serious about our Catholic Faith? 
Let’s get fired up! We can check in with people personally.
We can make sure we invite people to come pray with us!”

Of course, who says we have to wait to do any of these things?
After all, there may not be any competition here in Russia, 
but there are Protestant churches not that far away, 
where some of our folks already have gravitated.

Drawing others to Christ is our task. 
We are the Lord’s workers; he pays us very well. 
Are we doing our job?

Sunday, September 14, 2014

The Power of the Cross (Sunday homily)

(Note: the changes reflect what changed after I delivered it last night.)
There is a fascinating history 
to this Feast of the Exultation of the Holy Cross.

It begins with a Roman emperor named Constantine, 
who in AD 312 was embroiled in a civil war to see who would rule Rome. 
On the eve of battle, he saw a sign, 
and he had his soldiers trace that sign on their shields. 

It was the sign of Christ: the chi-rho, 
which looks to our eyes like an X on top of a P. 
It’s on our tabernacle right there. 
Those are the first two letters in Greek that spell “Christ.”

Constantine won the battle; 
then he decreed that Christians would be free 
to practice their faith without interference. 
History records that he wasn’t a stellar Christian; 
Even so, his mother Helen became a Christian at this time—
and she was devout. 

It was probably her idea to journey to the Holy Land 
in search of the True Cross. 
She was about 76 years old – 
and in those days, travel was very difficult, even for royalty.

When she arrived in Jerusalem, 
at the site of Calvary and the tomb were temples to Venus and Jupiter. 
The pagan Romans had built these almost 200 years before. 
Backed with the authority of her son the emperor, 
she had the pagan shrines torn down, and began digging. 
She found three crosses! Was one of them the Cross of Christ? 
How would they know?

They brought the three crosses to a sick woman’s bedside
and touched her with each cross. 
After the third cross touched her, she began to recover. 

A church, begun by Constantine in those years, 
now stands over the place of Calvary and the empty tomb; 
and this date is the anniversary of its consecration
it was on September 13 that the church was consecrated;
and the next day, today, the Cross was lifted up
before the people for the first time since the day our Lord died on it.
A portion of the cross was taken back to Rome, 
where it is on display to this day.

Is it real? I think it is. 

I find it hard to believe that Helen 
would have gone to such great trouble and expense, 
and then taken any old thing someone pushed at her. 
What’s more, consider that none of these things would have happened, 
unless Constantine won the battle – 
which he won after trusting in the sign of the Cross.

But our faith doesn’t depend on this particular story. 
What’s important is that the Cross happened. 
Jesus lived, was arrested, was crucified, died and was buried. 
And the tomb was found empty on the third day. 
These are the facts on which our Faith rests. 

Yet I think the reason God grants things like 
the discovery of the True Cross, 
or the various miracles that have happened with the Holy Eucharist, 
or the appearances of Mary, 
or any number of other miracles that have happened, 
is for the same reason he acted as he did in the first reading: 
to strengthen his people when they are “worn out by the journey.”

Meanwhile, the truth of the Cross is unassailable.  
The crisis of the human race, 
which brought God to earth and to the Cross, 
is the same as it was.
We still cannot save ourselves.
All our technology and prosperity may lengthen our lives, 
and expand our waistlines, but they don’t bring us peace. 

Wars are fought with different weapons, 
but for the same reasons, and with the same results. 

This year is the hundredth anniversary 
of the Great War to end all wars. How’d that turn out?

Thirteen years ago last week, terror struck our country. 
Are we any closer today to escaping the threat? 

Moses lifted up that strange sign, yet it gave life. 
The Cross – on which hung the savior of the world – 
is the strangest sign anyone could imagine:
God lifting up a broken man, his son, on the cross, lifted before the world. 
Even so: the Cross is the only hope the world has.

And there are powerful signs of the Cross at work in our world.

This week I read the story of a man named Mario Joseph, 
who lives in India. 
He was raised Muslim and became a minister – an “imam.” 
Simply reading the Koran – the Muslim Scriptures – 
he was led to realize: Jesus is the Savior of the world!

He was imprisoned and beaten by his own family; 
when his father threatened him with a knife 
unless he renounced Jesus, he called out the Lord’s name; 
his father fell and he was able to escape. 

He became a Catholic; he is still in India, where he tells his story. 
And he continues to pray for his family, 
even though they won’t talk to him.

There are other stories of conversion. 
All over the world, Muslims are choosing to become Christian, 
even with the terrible persecutions they and we are witnessing. 

Which may explain the ferocity of the persecution, don’t you think?

Why are Muslims converting? 
According to a study published in Christianity Today, 
Muslim converts give four reasons:

First, they are impressed by the lifestyle of Christians; 
they see genuine love and generosity, as well as moral lifestyles. 
They see women treated with dignity 
and marriages that were true partnerships.

Something for us to think about in how we live our lives!

Second, they experienced answered prayers 
when they asked Christians to pray for them, 
or when they prayed to Christ themselves. 

Third, they were not happy with their experience of Islam.

And the fourth and most amazing reason: 
they received dreams and visions, pointing them toward Christ.

With all the ugliness of our times, 
and the temptation to respond with even more ugliness, 
we might stop and notice something: 
is it possible that the world is actually being changed, 
less by war, or human ingenuity, 
but because of the power of the Cross?

You and I may not meet many Muslims. 
But we do meet people who need Christ in the center of their lives. 

What do they see in us?

What did our Lord say? 
“If I be lifted up, I will draw all men to me.”

Friday, September 12, 2014

Mary, Sobieski, Croissants & Coffee

Jan Sobieski at Vienna, by Jan Matejko; in Vatican Museums. (From Wikipedia Commons.)
Today the Church honors the Holy Name of Mary. As I described to the faithful at Holy Mass this morning, there is an interesting history to this observance.

It originated in Spain in the 1500s, and the date moved around a bit. But what's especially noteworthy about this date is that it is the anniversary of the victory of Polish King Jan Sobieski over the invading Turks, at the gates of Vienna, in 1683, despite overwhelming odds. (Be sure to click on the picture above; it's a magnificent scene, but it had to be shrunk down to fit.)

Before heading to the battle, Sobieski brought his army to Czestochowa, Poland, to the monastery of Jasna Gora, where the image of the Black Madonna was housed. As they marched to war, they sang the Polish national anthem, which was a hymn to our Lady.

The Turks, despite vastly outnumbering Sobieski's forces, eventually withdrew; in doing so, they left behind many of their stores of food. Among the items the jubilant Viennese discovered was coffee!

And so, to mark the victory, Viennese bakers created pastries in the shape of the crescents they saw on the Turkish banners: we know them by their French name, "croissant." Perhaps they drank the Turks' coffee with them?

While the story of the croissant may be apochryphal, it is certain that Pope Innocent XI gave thanks to our Lady for her intervention by establishing this feast in her honor. Pope Pius X established it on this date, which is the anniversary of the battle. After the Second Vatican Council, the feast was dropped from the calendar. But in 2002, the most famous son of Poland, Pope John Paul II, restored it to the Roman Calendar.

And so, after Holy Mass, the parish's new youth director and I drove down to Troy to eat croissants and drink coffee! But we didn't get the Turkish kind, which is no great loss, to be honest. But that's another story.

Our Lady of Victory! Pray for us!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

What has become of our culture?

In the last week, I've gotten a TV and audio set up for the rectory; and today, the Internet access point was installed; so now, I've got Pandora on my TV, and I'm listening to Frank Sinatra, Ray Charles, and other good stuff.

Meanwhile, I'm surfing the Internet, and I see this headline on Instapundit:  Stop Dressing Like A Slob When Traveling. And I remember: people used to dress up to fly. And for church. And heck, they used to dress nicely for baseball games!


Don't believe it? Go find the movie, "Pride of the Yankees," or the "Babe Ruth Story," Heck, any movie from before 1960: you'll see that people dressed up better for everything.

Earlier this week, I had a funeral. And a young man was there, with a buttoned shirt -- open -- showing his tshirt. At a funeral! He couldn't at least button his shirt? Are you kidding me? At a funeral?

What's happened to our culture?

Whether it's movies, music, TV, or theater...

(Did you know there's a show on Broadway called "Naked Boys Singing?" (insert sound of my head shaking). How do I know? It showed up in some other news item I was reading. I couldn't believe it, but sure enough, it's real.)

As I was saying...wherever you look, can you find any example where our culture is better, more refined, more beautiful, than, say, in 1960? 1970?

I know what you're thinking: oh, that is what happens when you pass a certain age; you start getting grumpy about the current stuff, and then before you know it, you're watching Lawrence Welk re-runs.

OK, could be. So if you're reading this, and you're under 30, please, please post a comment here. Do you  think our current culture beats what my parents had? (FYI, I was born in 1962; my experience of contemporaneous culture has been a steady downward trend.) Do you think the culture you grew up with is something better than I do? Please let us know.

Do I sound angry? I'm not angry. I'm listening to Louis Armstrong, Dean Martin and Ella Fitzgerald. I have a great inheritance that is available to me. I think of the classical education I received, and the doors that opened for me. All that is mine, and it's not endangered...for me.

But I'm sad. I'm sad to think of people who dress like slobs at the funerals of someone they love, not because they are contemptuous, but because they simply don't know any better. They speak in fragments, peppered with vulgarities and obscenities for the same reason -- because they don't know any better. They gape at cathedrals, and wonder what they are; they see a Latin inscription, and just stare. They watch an American movie from the 1940s, and wonder, what world is that?