Easter, Week 3 (Year C); Notre Dame (Keenan / Howard)
When I was in my first semester of the MDiv degree here at Notre Dame, I was rather surprised to get an email from one of our professors asking, “Can I keep a copy of this paper?” It was a class in which we had to write a bunch of short papers over the semester, and after turning in about half of them, she would contact me to ask if she could keep a copy. At first I thought it was a little strange, mainly because I didn’t really see why she felt the need to ask, but also because these weren’t papers that had really contained a lot of original research on my part, I’m sure I hadn’t told her something she didn’t already know in them, they were really just processing and reflecting on the readings that she had already given us. But, then I remembered she was a scholar and a teacher. She had chosen to dedicate her life to theological scholarship because she loved to read good theological writing, and apparently, I was producing something at least approaching that. And, as a teacher, she needed to teach me that I was doing that, and asking permission to keep a copy of something she had a right to anyway, something that I could only have produced with her help and at her command; that was how she went about that. In her deigning to receive my work as a gift, she nourished my scholarly zeal. In deigning to receive my work as a gift, she gave me a gift in addition to the teaching she had already given; she gave me the gift of being a giver.
When I was in my first semester of the MDiv degree here at Notre Dame, I was rather surprised to get an email from one of our professors asking, “Can I keep a copy of this paper?” It was a class in which we had to write a bunch of short papers over the semester, and after turning in about half of them, she would contact me to ask if she could keep a copy. At first I thought it was a little strange, mainly because I didn’t really see why she felt the need to ask, but also because these weren’t papers that had really contained a lot of original research on my part, I’m sure I hadn’t told her something she didn’t already know in them, they were really just processing and reflecting on the readings that she had already given us. But, then I remembered she was a scholar and a teacher. She had chosen to dedicate her life to theological scholarship because she loved to read good theological writing, and apparently, I was producing something at least approaching that. And, as a teacher, she needed to teach me that I was doing that, and asking permission to keep a copy of something she had a right to anyway, something that I could only have produced with her help and at her command; that was how she went about that. In her deigning to receive my work as a gift, she nourished my scholarly zeal. In deigning to receive my work as a gift, she gave me a gift in addition to the teaching she had already given; she gave me the gift of being a giver.
Jesus
gave that gift to the disciples, that day after his resurrection, when they had
breakfast by the sea. They had shown
that they could do nothing, not even catch fish, without him, but at his word
they receive an amazing gift: a bountiful catch of fish. And it doesn’t just fall into their laps,
they still have to work for it, to cast their nets and drag their trawl, but
that doesn’t stop it being gift: it’s a gift they are given an active part in
receiving (just like the education we receive).
And then the beloved disciple realizes who has given them this gift and
Peter shows his joyful eager exuberance in swimming towards him – not far, less
than two lengths of a swimming pool; Jesus is not distant from them, not even
death could make Jesus distant, but think what Peter might have learnt about
himself, about his love for Jesus, about Love incarnate, by discovering his
eagerness in his instinctive swim. And
Jesus asks them for some of that fish, some of the gift that he has given them. Jesus takes some of the fish they’ve caught,
probably cooks it over that charcoal fire, and gives it back to them that they
might be fed. Jesus gives them the gift
of being givers.
And Jesus
gives us that same gift. At Jesus’ word,
so much bounty has been made available for us.
And yes, we’ve had to work hard to receive some of those gifts, like the
disciples in the boat. Certainly our
material and intellectual gifts, the friendships and relationships we’ve
cultivated, the virtues we’re honing, including our compassion, our gratitude,
and even our sorrow, at injustice in the world, and even at our own sin. But, like the disciples in the boat, we could
never have built those on our own. Like
Peter, we’ve sometimes expended huge amounts of energy of our journey to God,
our journey to greater holiness, and like him we’ve learnt so much and
developed so much through walking (or swimming!) that path, even though Jesus
was never distant. And now, Jesus asks
us to offer our gifts. He gives us the
gift of being givers. He asks us that
whenever we see injustice that can be railed against, whenever we see need,
whenever a friend reaches out to us, or we must seek pardon, or we must accept
suffering.
And he
does that in a summative way in this place, at this altar. In the liturgy, we both truly receive the
gift of being givers, and train ourselves, to continue exercising that gift
throughout the rest of our lives. For it’s
not just bread and wine that we offer here.
In the Eucharistic Prayer, we pray that God would accept that God would
accept the “oblation of your Church” and we don’t just mean the bread and wine;
that’s everything that we have offered. All
of our gifts, all of our thanksgivings, our pleas and our laments; we go one to
ask God to “make of us an offering to you”… it’s our whole selves that
is gift; gift we’ve given that we might receive the greater gift of being
givers. And just as the fish is
transformed by fire, and the bread and wine are transformed by the Spirit, so
we are transformed in the offering, and we are fed.
We are
transformed that one day we may join the chorus we heard of our reading from
Revelation, join with every creature of God’s creation, in a time when there is
no more sadness and sorrow, and continue to offer the only gift there will be
left to give: a joyful offering of praise.
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