We hear
this reading of the Transfiguration every Second Sunday of Lent. It’s the
reminder we need before we enter into the darker parts of Lent of Jesus’ glory.
It helps us remember that Jesus’ shiny glory is never actually extinguished
even when human sin threatens to dim it. But, the story of Abraham’s near sacrifice
of his son, Isaac, at Mount Moriah, a story called the Akedah (which
means ‘binding’ in Hebrew), we only hear that once every three years. So, this
week, I looked back on what I’d preached 2nd Sunday of Lent 2015,
and I was kind of disappointed with it. I’d started with a cute story, which I’ll
probably tell again at some point, then I’d talked about the gospel reasonably
competently, and it’s certainly an important gospel, but I left the Akedah hanging.
I don’t know if I was hoping people would just have forgotten about the first
reading by the time we got to the homily, but I don’t think we have. Or at
least I hope we haven’t. Because a story about God telling someone to offer
their child as a sacrifice isn’t something we should just gloss over, even if
the slaughter never actually happens. Recall that God had promised Abraham a
great line of descendants, but Abraham and his wife Sarah thought themselves
too old to naturally create life, then God gives them Isaac. And, then, God
says to Abraham, “take your son, your only son, your beloved son… and sacrifice
him.”
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Sunday, February 18, 2018
God commits to us – Mark 1:12-15, Gen 9:8-15
1st Sunday of Lent, Year B; Holy Infant parish.
I have to
admit that I’ve never really understood why Noah’s ark is included in every
abbreviated children’s bible going. I mean, I guess it’s cute to have all those
animals. But, at is heart, the flood story is about the unrepentant wickedness
of humans, a level of wickedness that drove God to destroy almost the entire
world. What we heard as our first reading is God’s promise to never to do that
again. And, I have to admit, that sometimes when I read the news, I wonder if
God gets tempted to break that promise sometimes. But, he won’t, because God is
ever faithful.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Jesus loves us to loving intimacy with the Father – Mark 1:29-39
5th Sunday of OT, Year B; Holy Infant parish.
Jesus
seems to be having a pretty good day.
Today’s reading picks up right where last week’s left off, and maybe we
should have preceded it by a “previously, on ‘the Gospel according to Mark.’” He showed up in Capernaum, preached in their
synagogue, freed someone from a demon and everything was amazed at him, and
marveled at his teaching. And the day
goes on. Now, he heals Simon Peter’s
mother-in-law, gets a good meal out of it, casts out more demon, cures many
more sick people. The whole town turns
up at his door, seeking his help. People
are responding to the call! It appears
he’s up half the night with these people.
And then he leaves, quietly, when no-one’s watching.
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Jesus moves us – Mark 1:14-20
3rd Week of OT, Year B; Holy Infant.
I know
someone who fell in love while dancing to a Beatles song, but not exactly to
the person she was dancing with. Let me back up. When I was at Notre Dame, one
Spring break I led a bunch of students on a trip to spend a week at a L’Arche
house. L’Arche houses are places community where people with and without
intellectual disabilities live and work together as peers, creating communities
of faith and friendship. I taught a class where for the first half of the
semester, we studied the L’Arche movement and the spiritual and theological
principles that undergird it, then we spent Spring break living it and the rest
of the semester unpacking that experience. One of my students told me
afterwards that she was going to apply to spend a year living as part of one of
their communities. “I still want to be an attorney,” she told me. “I still want
to help people professionally in that way, maybe run for office someday, but I
need more of this first.” “Can you expand that, what’s ‘this’ for you?” I asked
her. And that’s when she told me about the Beatles song. We’d been in the
kitchen, preparing dinner. The student had shown up a minute or so late to the work shift, and
there wasn’t really anything for her to do, all the tasks had been assigned.
She told me how frustrating this was, as she’d come here to help people, but
then that opening harmonica riff of “Love, love me do” came on the radio, and one
of the core members (the community members with intellectual disabilities),
asked her to dance. It was while dancing that she realized that there’s
something more fundamental than helping people, and that’s loving, loving life,
loving people. I encouraged her to remember that moment of clarity, that
delightful dance, whether that be through journaling, telling her story to
others, sketching it, whatever works for her, because things won’t always feel
that naturally easy, even if objectively they’ll still be just as beautiful.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
God shows us loving dwelling – John 1:3b-10, 19
2nd Sunday of Ordinary Time, Year B; Holy Infant parish.
There
are some questions that don’t allow for short answers, that open things up that
can’t be simply put back in their can. “Harry, how was it you got that scar
again?” “Ishmael, did you ever happen to meet a ship’s captain, name of Ahab?” “What
an interesting piece of jewelry around your neck, Frodo!” Well, when the
disciples ask Jesus, “where are you staying?” that ends up being one of those
questions too, whose answer is very much longer than the question.
Sunday, December 10, 2017
God brings us exiles home – Isa 40:1-5,9-11, Mark 1:1-8
2nd Sunday of Advent, Year B; Holy Infant parish
To
exiles, comfort is spoken, comfort is tenderly spoken. The Israelites heard this comfort after living
for well over a generation in Babylon, after the Babylonians had razed
Jerusalem and brought them captive to Babylon.
So many had grown up with talk of their Land, their own king, their own
Temple being foreign to them, being something almost unimaginable, something
they had never known, something that they know engenders a sparkle in the
grandparents’ eyes, but not something they had ever touched or seen for
themselves. They were Israelites who had
not known Israel, but only Babylonian captivity. They had only known lush gardens they were
shut out of. They had only known
themselves as foreign, as alien, as unwanted except as cheap labor. They tried to sing their people’s songs in a
strange land, but the melodies had never been wrapped around their tongues in
their homeland.
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Christ meets us in our offering – Isa 63:16b-17, 19; 64:2-7; Advent I collect
Advent I, Year B; Holy Infant church
Our
readings today began without could have been understood as a formulaic
profession of faith, “You, God, are our Father.” But it’s not just a statement
of fact. Actually, in the Hebrew that verb “are” isn’t there, the reading would
just begin with a list of titles for God: “You… God… our Father! Redeemer! (so
named for ever)… Why do you make us stray from you, God?” It’s a long
introduction to a question, a long crying out to God, to God whose absence is
felt very keenly.
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