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What bread will you and I eat today?

August 6, 2018 by Holy Name Monastery Leave a Comment

We live: hungry people in a hungry world.  Everyone is looking for something that will sustain and nourish their life, something that will feed and energize them, something that will fill and satisfy.  Everyone is looking for bread.  The problem is not that we are hungry, but the kinds of bread we eat.

Think about the variety of bread we eat at our own table: wheat, multi-grain, plain white; pita pockets, hoagie rolls, English muffins, French bread and Jewish bagels and Challah bread; And, oh my goodness, the homemade varieties we get: biscuits and scones, crescent rolls, pull bread, sliced bread …. Toasted, warmed, plain, garlic sprinkled, seeded or stuffed bread… Banana bread, raisin bread, cheese bread and don’t overlook all the gluten-free breads available in the markets.  The list goes on and on.  This is a short-list representative of the varieties of bread being eaten in our lives and in the world today.

In war-torn countries both sides are eating the bread of violence and war.  In our country in the political world Republicans and Democrats, share the bread of negativity, hostility, and name-calling.  In the social-corporate world both sides are eating the bread that objectifies and depersonalizes another human being.  Many eat the bread of having to be right and get our own way.  We eat the bread of hurt feelings and resentment.  Sometimes we eat the bread of loneliness, fear, and isolation.  There are times we eat the bread of sorrow or guilt.  Other times we eat the bread of power and control; or the bread of revenge or one-up-manship.  We eat all kinds of bread.  The bread we eat reveals something about the nature of our appetites.

The world is full of bread and yet far too many live hungry, empty; searching what will fill their bellies and sustain them; waking day after day disappointed, asking God for a miracle.  It’s a sure sign that the bread we have eaten cannot give real life.  It is perishable bread that nourishes only a perishable appetite so it leaves us wanting more, more, more.

The bread we eat may fill our belly, may even bloat us but it’ not of lasting value – it passes through our bodily system.  Not all bread is nutritious.  If you want to know the nutritional value of bread, you have to look beyond the bread.  Where did it come from?  What are its ingredients?

That’s what Jesus is teaching in this gospel.  The people have shown up hungry.  But, just yesterday Jesus fed 5000 of them with five loaves and two fish.  Today they show up and their first question is, “Rabbi, when did you come here?”

They do not marvel at yesterday’s miracle and give thanks for Jesus’ generosity, or even wonder who this rabbi is.  They’re just worried they might have missed the next meal, that Jesus started without them and they are too late.  They did not perceive the meaning of the sign, the miracle, in first feeding.  They saw just fish and bread.  They either refused or were unable to see beyond the fish and bread.  They are interested only in their own appetites and Jesus knows it.

“Very truly, I tell you, you are looking for me, not because you saw signs, but because you ate your fill.”  They are concerned for their bellies.  Jesus is concerned for their lives.  The people want to feed themselves with bread.  Jesus wants to feed them with God.  “Do not work for the food that perishes,” he tells them, “but for the food that endures for eternal life.”

The food that endures is Jesus himself.  He is the bread that is broken and distributed for the life of the world.  He is the bread that is broken and yet never divided.  He is the bread that is eaten and yet the value is never exhausted.  He is the bread that consecrates those who believe in and eat him – his flesh, his blood.

When we believe in Jesus, eating, ingesting, and taking him into our lives, we live differently.  We see ourselves and one another as persons created in the image and likeness of God.  We trust the silence of our prayer life.  We choose love and forgiveness and reconciliation.  We relate with intimacy and vulnerability.  We listen with “the ear of our heart” for God’s voice.

“I am the bread of life,” Jesus tells us.  “Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”  Jesus is offering us himself – the imperishable bread that nourishes and sustains imperishable life.

So, what bread will we offer our guests and co-workers? What bread will you and I eat today?

~Reflection by Sister Roberta Bailey, OSB, Prioress
First Reading Exodus 16:2–4, 12–15                        Second Reading Ephesians 4:17, 20–24
Gospel John 6:24–35
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Filed Under: Blog, Front Page, Homily Tagged With: Bread of life, broken bread, fish, God, Jesus, Miracle

“I should have known” experiences

April 16, 2018 by Holy Name Monastery Leave a Comment

On this third Sunday of Easter, we continue to hear Gospel accounts of Jesus’ appearances to his disciples following his Resurrection.  In each account Jesus greets his disciples with the words, “Peace be with you.”  Peace is their most obvious and pressing need.  They have witnessed the death of someone they loved dearly.

Two of the disciples recounted this touching story of PEACE invading their lives.  They had been pondering, exchanging views when suddenly a stranger slipped into their midst.  Now the Jewish custom of the day required that they invite the stranger, whom we know is Jesus, to join them for a meal.  In this case, the invitation included an overnight’s rest.  Later they realized Who had broken bread in their company.  Can’t you see Jesus’ delight in revealing himself.  He’d kept His identity hidden for a time.  Now the friends realized that their hearts had been afire as they listened to him break open the Scriptures with him.  What a Lectio experience!

We believe God is all around us: God is in nature, God is here with me now.  But do we really believe that God – in the person of Jesus – will drop into our company and chat with us…  in the person who is walking toward us?  How interesting that two people can be in the same circumstances but have two distinct “I should have known” experiences.

Once upon a time a child delivered something to me from her kindergarten teacher.  As I thanked her, she stepped back and politely said: “May I ask what you are going to use that wrapping paper for?”  From there the conversation went like this:  “Well, I am planning a prayer service for the Sisters at our chapel and I want to make a pretend well.”  “For the Sisters?”  “Yes.”  “Are you a Sister?”  (Now this was Lent and she had known me since August.)  When I answered, “Yes, that’s why you call me SISTER Roberta.” She slapped herself aside her head … “I should have known!”  Like the disciples’ AH-HA moment – they knew later if they had listened to their heart that they would have known Jesus in the breaking of the bread!

I am reminded of another story that the author calls:  The Best Sermon I Never Heard (By Frederick Hermann)  [Adapted here to fit our time constraints.]  Perhaps you will identify with one or the other of the players in the story.  I’ll relate it as if it happened to me …

“As soon as he started, I knew it was going to be bad.  The old priest began his sermon with a faltering voice, and proceeded to tell an obscure story that made no sense to me at all. I was quickly lost and bored.  This was not the church I usually attended but I was traveling, and went to a local church for evening Mass. The priest seemed unprepared, vague, and detached.  So I tuned him out, and started fuming inside my head – why hadn’t I pushed it to drive home tonight to the monastery?”

“Why didn’t he prepare better?  Didn’t he take a homiletics course (like Father Mike) in the seminary”   I felt like I had endured an eternity when finally the priest ended his sermon.

After Mass, I walked to the car in the parking lot. No longer able to contain my irritation, I complained out loud to a stranger walking beside me – and you know that’s like me to speak to a perfect stranger.   “So, what did you think of that sermon?”  She walked in silence beside me, lost in thought.  Actually I thought maybe she was deaf or that I hadn’t really spoken aloud.  Then she softly and gently spoke; “That was the most beautiful sermon I have ever heard.”

I was stunned, and looked up at her, expecting to see her grinning sarcastically. To my astonishment, I saw that tears were streaming down her cheeks …  her eyes glistened in the evening sunlight.  Finally she spoke: “I’ve spent most of my life estranged from God, going my own way, and doing my own thing. Last year I found God, or rather he found me.  Now I find him speaking to me in the most unusual ways. Like that sermon we just heard. It was all about waking up, and listening, and hearing God in new ways. That describes my life, and the love I have found.”  I was speechless!

As I drove away, I marveled at how God could use such a dull and ordinary priest to speak in such an extraordinary way to one of his beloved.  What is meaningless for me to hear, and a cross for me to bear, may be the fruitful words of life to a person sitting nearby – who may be hearing the voice of God speaking directly into their heart.

In the words of Job:  “God thunders with His voice wondrously, doing great things which we cannot comprehend.” (Job 37:5).  And, in the words of our Responsorial Psalm: “Know that the Lord does wonders for his faithful ones; and puts gladness into my heart.”

~Reflection by Sister Roberta Bailey, OSB, Prioress
First Reading  Acts of the Apostles 3:13-15,17-19  Second Reading 1 John 2:1-5a
Gospel Luke 24:35-48    Intention Mentally Ill
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Filed Under: Blog, Front Page, Homily Tagged With: broken bread, disciples, God, Gospel, Jesus, Peace, third Sunday of Easter

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