When I
was in college, our student apartments where heated by storage heaters. For
those who’ve never had the misfortune to live somewhere heated like this, let
me explain how they work. They’re electric heaters that only turn on overnight,
when the electricity’s cheaper. Inside them are bricks that absorb the heat and
slowly release it over the day. At night, it works great. You get great heat
throughout the morning too from the bricks. But, I remember some pretty chilly
early evenings, as we sat around the stove after dinner, waiting for the magic
time (9pm I think?) when the heaters would turn back on and warm both us, and
the now cold bricks.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
God loves us over-flowingly – Matt 22:34-40, Exod 22:20-26
Thirtieth Sunday of Ordinary Time, Year A, Mass with baptism; Holy Infant parish.
Sunday, October 22, 2017
God makes us gift – Matt 22:15-21
OT, Year A, Week 28; Holy Infant parish.
When I
was a child, I collected coins. Growing
up in England in the pre-Euro zone days, it was pretty easy to travel around
Europe collecting different coins from different countries and, when my dad
would travel for business, he’d bring back coins from more far-flung
places. I was fascinated at first by the
different sizes, shapes and colors, by the different ways value was shown, and
finally by the different values projected by the coins in a deeper sense: how
did each nation make a statement about who they were by how they decorated
their coins? Now, I soon came to realize
that coin-designers did not tend to be especially imbued with the virtue of
national humility, but none that I can remember made as bold a claim as that
coin the Pharisees probably produced from their own purse at Jesus’ request.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
God extends mercy to those we'd least suspect to show us the way – Matt 21:28-32
Twenty-sixth Sunday of OT, Year C; Holy Infant parish.
“Tax
collectors and prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God before you.” What would be your reaction to that? Imagine you’re a chief priest, you’re
standing in the Temple, your home base, the place you feel most grounded in the
presence of the God who called you into his service, into leadership in his
service, and this odd, homeless, wandering preaching who had just shown up in
Jerusalem to great acclaim from the people has the nerve to say to you: “Tax
collectors and prostitutes are entering the kingdom of God before you.” I’m sure we can imagine various responses,
and, knowing how the story ends, we know that their reaction culminated in
plotting to have this wandering preacher killed. I think the first thing we should notice is that
if someone else is entering the kingdom before us, then we’re entering the
kingdom! And maybe if I was a better person, I’d be entirely fine with that.
But, I do have to admit that I think in their shoes, I’d feel a little stung by
Jesus’ throwing shade. I think there’s somewhere that sting is meant to lead us.
I don’t think we’re meant to just concentrate on the fact that we’re en route to
the kingdom of heaven and ignore the tax collectors and prostitutes ahead of us
that cause that sting. But the response to them is to convert that sting into
gratitude. Gratitude followed by
conversion of heart.
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