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“What do we want to be caught dead doing?”

September 27, 2022 by Holy Name Monastery Leave a Comment

This Gospel parable is a classic case of “too little, too late.”  In the end, driven to desperation, the rich man, suffering the consequences of his insensitivity to everyone but himself, makes a grand gesture.  When it dawns on him that he cannot save himself, his early training takes over.  He calls on Abraham to have pity on his siblings.  He begs Abraham to at least give them a “heads up” about the dire cost of the repeated selfish pattern of their lives.  He acknowledges it is too late to save himself.  He has strayed too far from the kindness his mother had instilled in him in early childhood.

You may ask whether this is an historical account or is it a parable.  Or, is there any difference?  Is it the true story of two men who lived and died during the time of Christ’s earthly ministry?  Or is it a story made up by Jesus to drive home a point?

You see, by definition, a parable is a true-to-life story used to illuminate a truth. This is true of the parable in the Gospel even if all of the details never occurred exactly as presented in the story. Parables are special stories that may, or may not, reflect historical events. Nevertheless, they must be true-to-life – they must be based on a real-life situation which is familiar to the  hearer. In other words, the story itself must be based on events that could have happened, whether or not they ever actually did,  Otherwise it would only serve to confuse people rather than provide them with spiritual light.

We can relate to the main character’s growing insensitivity.  How easily we, too, can become desensitized!  In some ways it’s good.  We can train ourselves by cultivating the habit of “selective sensitivity”.  When it comes to sight and sound, we’ve each done it to some degree.  We push little annoyances into the background, so it takes a concerted effort to notice them.  Think of the crunch of fresh potatoes chips, the click of heels on the hallway floor surface, the fan motor on the AC, even the persistent piercing sound of the monitoring alarm or wake-up melodies on a clock-radio or daytime tinnitus.

As a nation, as individuals we can be bombarded by many sources of media, featuring stories of horrible torture and inhumane treatment.  Sustained hunger or the effects of natural disasters can overwhelm our sensitivities so deeply that emotionally we shut down.  We suffer brain over-load.  We hear but we don’t listen.  We direct our attention to the next graphic depiction of raging violence, or the devastation wrought by climate change on the New Jersey shoreline.  The images flash and the newspapers stories and pictures slip through our minds like the story in a novel or frames in a comic book.  After a while we fail to separate between fact and fiction; between everyday happenings and once-a-week invented TV dramas.  We pray for an end to gun violence but we invite the sounds of gun fire and fisticuffs into our living rooms, dens and bedrooms via TV and computer apps because they’re “just pretend” stories.

How does this happen?  How can we continue to stay in touch with our gentler nature, our God-eyes and ears – the compassion of Christ that we promise to extend “to all those in our realm of influence”?

It takes daily prayer and practice.  Our degree of dedication to be true to our corporate commitment is living proof that we are learning the lessons we hear proclaimed in the daily Scripture readings. We share in the ministry of the compassion of Jesus when we provide hope and comfort to God’s people.  The essence of the message contained in the exchange in today’s Gospel is captured in Joan Chittister’s prompting: “What do we want to be caught dead doing?”  (American Magazine and NCR)

 

~by Sister Roberta Bailey, OSB

 

 Have a pleasant week.  Pray that the hurricane stays out over open waters… but if God directs it over land, please preserve people from harm.

 

First Reading  Amos 6: 1a-7     
Second Reading  1 Timothy 6: 11-16
Gospel Reading  Luke 16: 19-31
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Filed Under: Blog, Front Page, Homily Tagged With: Christ, Jesus, nation, natural disaster, parable, too late, too little, too little too late, true-to-life story

The Hill We Climb

January 28, 2021 by Holy Name Monastery Leave a Comment

WASHINGTON, DC – JANUARY 20: Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman speaks at the inauguration of U.S. President Joe Biden on the West Front of the U.S. Capitol on January 20, 2021 in Washington, DC. During today’s inauguration ceremony Joe Biden becomes the 46th president of the United States. (Photo by Rob Carr/Getty Images)

 

The Hill We Climb

Inaugural Poem by Amanda Gorman

When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry, a sea we must wade
We’ve braved the belly of the beast
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is Isn’t always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it Somehow we do it
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew

That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promised glade The hill we climb If only we dare
It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into and how we repair it
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold, fierce and free
We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain: If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right, then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge, battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it

If only we’re brave enough to be it

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Filed Under: Blog, Front Page, Homily Tagged With: Amanda Gorman, country, Inaugural poem, nation, poem, President Biden, the hill we climb, Youth Poet Laureate

Prayer for the Nation

January 21, 2021 by Holy Name Monastery Leave a Comment

 

 

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Filed Under: Blog, Front Page, Homily Tagged With: Christ, God, nation, people, Prayer, prayer for the nation, Spirit, United States, United States of America

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