Monday, May 27, 2013

We Remember

          Yesterday I met Denise who owns the Stone & Thistle Farm in East Meredith, New York.  Denise shared with us that her son Riley joined the army so he could fight for our country, but was selected to serve in the honor guard at Arlington National Cemetery.  The army upholds a particular look for the honor guard and at 6' 3" with a size 34" waist, Riley fit the bill perfectly.  So instead of fighting terrorists abroad, he spends his days assisting at military funerals and guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.  While he may not have gotten his dream assignment, I hope Riley understands what an important role he plays in creating our national memory.

          It's human nature to remember, to look back on our past and reflect on it.  Some of it's good, and some of it's not - but we remember either way.  Memory allows us to learn from past events, to carry them forward, to share them and repeat them if they're good, or to avoid them if they're bad. When we remember, we make the past present so we can learn from it for the future.  

          Remembering is so important to us as a nation that we set apart days to do just that - The Fourth of July, Veterans Day, and, of course, Memorial Day.  On Memorial Day we remember the men and women who gave their lives for the liberties we enjoy.  Those freedoms are worth fighting for, and all who gave the last full measure of devotion to them at least deserve to be remembered.  That's why what Riley does is so important.  He helps us tell the parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, wives and children of our beloved dead that we really do care.  He helps us show them that we are grateful for their sacrifice.  He helps us remember.

         Fulton Meyers was drafted into the army in 1942.  He had just gotten a good job, and his future looked promising.  But war intervened.  Fulton Meyers is my great Uncle; I've never met him.  Uncle Fulton died on the first day of the invasion of Africa in 1942.  He is buried in the American Cemetery in Algiers.  My father's family remembered him lovingly through words that were often choked into silence by lumps in throats.  We are proud of his service to our country.  His picture holds a place of honor in my house among our cherished family photos, framed with the Purple Heart his mother received some months after he died.  My cousin, who also never met Uncle Fulton, still flies the flag that was placed on his coffin by one of Riley's predecessors.  My father honored Uncle Fulton at every holiday by paying for flowers to be placed at his grave in Algiers by one of Riley's colleagues.  I've continued that tradition since my father died, and hope that my daughters will continue to honor Uncle Fulton after I'm gone.  He deserves to be remembered.

          May God bless all who died in service of our country and their families.  May he bless Riley and all who serve and have served in the military.  May you all know that we really do care, that we are grateful, and that we remember.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

A Day of Grace


          Pentecost arrived a little early for me yesterday.  The day started off with my nephew Jack’s First Holy Communion.   I love First Communions.  The kids are always adorable, and they really believe in the mystery of the Eucharist.  Kids have a way of believing even when they don’t understand everything.  Perhaps that’s why Jesus tells us we need to be like little children to enter the Kingdom.  Jack’s pastor, Father Tom, is a great priest (I had the privilege of assisting him last year at my nephew Brian’s FHC), and he has a great rapport with the children.  Father Tom graciously allowed me to administer First Communion to Jack, which is a special blessing for any priest or deacon.     

          By mid-day, I was making my way back to my parish to officiate at Kim and Dave’s wedding.  I met Kim two years ago when she joined the RCIA class that I oversee.  She’s a wonderful young lady with a heart of gold – always concerned about everyone else.  It was a blessing then to journey on the road to Confirmation with her, and an added blessing this past year to meet Dave and prepare them for marriage.  Officiating at their wedding was the icing on the cake – and I love the icing.  Everyone was happy, their families and friends were fun to be with, the bride was beautiful and the groom cleaned up pretty nicely himself.  In a word, it was perfect!

          Since I was already in my Sunday best, I decided to assist at the 5:30 vigil Mass after the wedding.  To my great surprise and delight, Deacon Bill, our retired deacon who recently returned from his annual pilgrimage to Florida, assisted at Mass as well.  I haven’t seen Bill or his wonderful wife Mary for 6 or 7 months, and haven’t assisted at Mass with Bill for longer than that.  It was so nice to see Bill and Mary, to hear Bill proclaim the Gospel and to see him administer communion to the parishioners he served for more than 20 years.  Bill is a great Deacon.  His ministry has touched so many people in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Florida and Haiti.  He was an inspiration for my own vocation (he’s not solely responsible, so don’t blame him), and he introduced me to one of the most rewarding ministries I perform – prison ministry.    

          When Father Tom heard that I was going home to officiate at a wedding, he asked where I got the energy.  Well, the short answer is:  from the Holy Spirit.  Christ sent his Spirit to us on Pentecost so that God’s grace would live and breathe in and around us all the time.  The Sacraments blessed me with a trifecta of grace yesterday on the eve of the Solemnity of the Pentecost.  While I was physically tired at the end of the day, I was spiritually renewed and invigorated.  It was a very special day that I will long remember.  May God bless Jack, Kim and Dave, and Bill and Mary.

Happy Pentecost!

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Sunday, May 12, 2013

United in Prayer: Homily for the Seventh Sunday of Easter, Mother's Day, May 12, 2013


God is great;
God is good.
Let us thank him for our food.
Amen

          I can’t tell you how surprised I was several years ago when I heard my wife Jessica teaching that simple meal time prayer to our daughters.  Somewhat piqued by the strange look on my face, Jessica explained that that was the prayer her family prayed every night at dinner time when she was growing up.  The reason I was so surprised was because that’s the same prayer that my family prayed at meal time when I was growing up.  I couldn't believe that two people from different religious backgrounds, living some 2,000 miles apart would have grown up saying the same prayer.  Our families, our faiths and our histories were joined together in that moment by one simple prayer.  Prayer unites us with God and with each other, and that’s what today’s Gospel is talking about.

          I have to admit that I struggled to find a common thread in today’s readings.  But after much fretful consideration, and a few prayers to Saint Jude, I realized that the common thread wasn't so much in the words but in the actions.  All three readings involve prayer.    In our first reading, we find Saint Stephen engaged in an intense, mystical communion with God, praying for Jesus to forgive his murderers.  In our second reading, Saint John hears the voice of the Lord in prayer inviting all who thirst to come and receive the gift of life-giving water.  And in our Gospel reading, Jesus is praying . . . for us.  He’s praying that we may all know that he and God are one, and praying that we may be united in God, or to use his words, that we may be “brought to perfection as one.”

          As Christians we’re called to “pray without ceasing.[1]  Not a day goes by when we’re not asked to pray for someone or something.  But in order to pray, we first have to understand that “the center of our being is a spiritual reality that is related to, yet distinct from the physical, psychological and social dimensions of who we are.”[2]  Humans are both corporeal and spiritual beings, but our spiritual existence sits at our core.  As the Jesuit philosopher Pierre Teilhard de Chardin put it, “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”[3]

          Prayer is going on in our spiritual core and all around us all the time because “God is present in us at all times.  Omniscient, omnipotent, personal – and loving us without conditions.”[4]  And the Spirit of God that dwells within us “is always crying out ‘Abba, Father.’  The Spirit of God is always returning to the Father.”[5]  That cry, that return is prayer, whether we realize it or not.  But just as we take our breathing, our beating hearts, or our own self-awareness for granted, this ceaseless prayer within us is often overlooked, suppressed or even denied.[6]  Prayer is like the electric current that runs through our homes; if we don’t plug into it, we won’t get anything out of it.  But if we take the time, if we make the effort to plug ourselves into that ceaseless prayer within us, we’ll find ourselves connected to a power that’s greater than anything we can imagine because prayer unites us with God.

          Now, if God is present in each one of us at all times, and prayer unites us with God, then prayer unites us with each other.  I’ll give you a moment to catch up with that syllogism.  In prayer, we’re able to “move beyond the physically imposed boundaries of our skin and enter into the spiritual center of another.”[7]  Prayer connects us with each other through our eternal link with God.  So, look around; you’re spiritually connected to the person next to you, to the person in front of you, to the person who’s wearing too much perfume and to the person who’s not wearing enough.  And just like we often overlook God’s presence within us, we sometimes overlook, suppress or even deny the fact that we are all spiritually connected with every single person in this world.  That may feel a little creepy; there are people out there that we don’t like very much, and billions more that we don’t even know.  It’s kind of hard to feel a connection with them.  But Jesus prays that we’ll be perfected as one, united with God and with each other.  Prayer develops and perfects our spiritual connections with God and all of humanity.  We’re united in prayer.

          Today we celebrate one of our greatest spiritual connections – the spiritual connection with our Mothers.  Mothers have a special and unique bond with their children.  In the earliest months of pregnancy, or in the desire and anticipation of a child that will be adopted or cared for, when a mother can’t see or touch her child, she communicates and bonds with her child in the only way and in the most important way she can – spiritually.  That’s prayer.  And the spiritual bond born of prayer unites a mother with her child eternally; it’s the intuition that tells her what her child needs and let’s her know when something’s wrong.  It also gives her the eyes in the back of her head, if you ever wondered where they came from.  It apparently gave my mother eight eyes in the back of her head, and extra-long arms.  The spiritual connection that Jessica and our daughters share is palpable, and I've leaned on my spiritual connection with my mother every day of my life. 

          Whether your mother is living or she’s gone to her heavenly reward, whether you have a great relationship with your mother or a not-so-great relationship, whether your mother lives a thousand miles away or she’s sitting in the fourth pew wondering why your homily’s so long, we can develop and perfect our relationship with our mothers and be united with them eternally through prayer, if we chose to. 

          My mother taught me to pray when I was just a toddler.  If she had known that it would lead to this, she might have taught me something else.  I’m grateful, though, because the gift of prayer sustains me in tough times and helps me appreciate the many blessings I've received in this wonderful life.  Thank you, Mom, for teaching me to pray.  You should be proud to know that I remember my first prayer to this day.  And every time I think of that prayer, I think of you.  We’re united in prayer.  And so for Mother’s Day, I’d like to recite that prayer just like I did with my mother many years ago:

I thank you God for giving me
A home as nice as it can be.
I thank you for my family too,
I love them God, and I love you.





[1] 1 Thessalonians 5:17.
[2] John Shea, The Relentless Widow: The Spiritual Wisdom of the Gospels for Christian Preachers and Teachers, Luke, Year C (Collegeville, Liturgical Press, 2006) at 151.
[3] Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, The Phenomenon of Man (1955).
[4] Eben Alexander, MD, Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon’s Journey into the Afterlife (New York, Simon & Schuster, 2012) at 161.
[5] Father Francis Martin.
[6] Harvey D. Egan, S.J., Introduction to Karl Rahner, The Need and the Blessing of Prayer (Collegeville, Liturgical Press, 1997) at xi.
[7] Shea at 152.