Sunday, January 19, 2020

Homily Second Sunday of Ordinary Time Cycle A Jan 19, 2020

Homily   Second Sunday of Ordinary Time    Cycle A   Jan 19, 2020

          I am impressed with John the Baptist.  Twice in our fairly short Gospel John confesses his ignorance.  John states, “I did not know him.”   This is, I think, quite surprising.  It certainly was surprising to John.  He confesses, “I did not know him, but the reason why I came baptizing with water was that he might be made known to Israel.”
          So if anybody was going to know Jesus, it should have been John the Baptist.  But until John saw the Holy Spirit come down and remain on Jesus, John did not know Him.
          John may have seen the Holy Spirit come down and remain on Jesus, but what was really happening, I think, is that the Holy Spirit came down on JOHN, so that John’s eyes and heart and soul were opened, so that John was able to see that Jesus is the Anointed One, the Lamb of God, the Savior.
          But what else should we have expected?   Faith is a gift.  We don’t deserve Faith.  We don’t accomplish Faith.  We don’t earn Faith.  Faith is a gift.
          And so it was for John the Baptist.  The Holy Spirit had to open John’s eyes.  He could not perceive it on his own.
          And the same is true for us.  I may be a baptized and confirmed Catholic, went to 9 years of Catholic Grade School, four years of Catholic High School taught by the Brothers of Mary, have a Master of Arts degree in Theology from The Catholic University of America, be ordained a priest for over 40 years and even a pastor, but that does not, thereby, mean I know Jesus.  It means I know a lot ABOUT Jesus.  Knowing Jesus, and knowing ABOUT Jesus, are not the same.  
          And it is also true for you.  You may be a faithful Catholic with all your Sacraments, years of religious education and years of faithfully attending Mass, and you may know a great deal ABOUT Jesus, but that is not the same as KNOWING Jesus. 
          KNOWING Jesus is a gift.  A gift of the Holy Spirit.  Knowing a lot ABOUT Jesus doesn’t help. Sometimes it can even get in the way.  Someone with a PhD. in Theology is not necessarily any holier, or any closer to Jesus, than someone whose religious education ended with First Communion.
          So what should we do?  I think John the Baptist gives us a good example.  First of all, we need to admit that we do not know Jesus.  At least we do not know Jesus completely or well.  We need to stop thinking that because we know a lot ABOUT Jesus we therefore know Jesus.
          Like John the Baptist we need to open our hearts and our minds to the gift of the Holy Spirit so that our eyes are open to see.  To really see Jesus.  Most likely in places we did not expect: in places that are simple and everyday and commonplace and even boring. // In places of loss and sorrow and defeat. //  In places that are odd, or strange, or weird. // In the faces of loved ones, and in the faces of enemies. 
          But first, like John the Baptist, we have to let go of our self-assurance, of our sense that we have Jesus figured out, that we know how God is going to act in Jesus. 
          We need to say, fully and deeply and completely, “I did not know Him.”  And thereby open space in our hearts for the Holy Spirit to introduce us to Jesus, so that we might truly know Him. 
          God bless!

Sunday, January 12, 2020

Homily Baptism of the Lord Jan 12, 2020

Homily   Baptism of the Lord   Jan 12, 2020

          As we celebrate the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord today, we naturally are reminded of our own Baptism.   And so I would like today to do more of a sermon, more of a teaching, than a homily, which is a faith reflection on the readings.
          Most of us, I presume, have been Baptized.  And many of us were baptized as Catholics when we were children.   How many here were baptized as babies???
          For those of us who were Baptized as infants, we may not know what date it was when we were baptized.  Some people now have a very nice custom of saving their children’s Baptismal candle, and they bring it out on the anniversary of their children’s Baptism and light it, and say a prayer.  That is a very nice custom, because our Baptism was a very important and significant event in our spiritual lives.  It was certainly for Jesus, as we heard in the Gospel, and it is also a crucial day in out faith life. 
          But most of us, unless we were Baptized as adults, don’t even know the date of our Baptism.  Most of us do not know the name of the bishop or priest or deacon who baptized us.  Many of us may not even be able to remember who are Godparents are.
          I had to have a copy of my Baptismal certificate when I entered the Paulists, and have kept it in my file of important papers, and I looked it up.  I was baptized not quite two weeks after I was born.  An aunt and an uncle were Godparents and a Fr Keitz, of whom I know nothing, celebrated the Baptism.
          If you don’t know when you were Baptized, or who your godparents are, you may want to look that up.  I encourage you to pray for the minister who baptized you, and for your godparents. 
          Baptism is precious.  It is important. But it is not magic.  It depends on faith.  It depends on the faith of the person being baptized if they are old enough, and in the case of an infant, it depends on the faith of the parents and the godparents and the whole Christian community. 
          We take this seriously.  A long time ago when I was a new priest serving in the interior of Alaska, a couple showed up asking to have their baby baptized. He had a big beard, they were really woodsy, she looked real frontier type in overalls.  I had never seen them before.  So I asked them why they wanted their baby baptized.  And they honestly told me that Grandma was coming up from the lower 48 for a visit, and she was always ragging on their rear ends to get the baby baptized, so they wanted to go through the Baptism to shut her up.  They were very honest.  Woodsy Alaskans are like that.
          I told them that we were counting on their Faith for the Baptism, that they would publicly have to proclaim the Creed.  I went through Creed with them and then asked if they believed all that.  They said, well no, they don’t go to church, they don’t believe.  And I asked if they were willing to be hypocritical by publicly proclaiming the Creed.  Of course they didn’t, and so they decided NOT to have their child baptized.  Which was the right decision. 
          Baptism is not magic. //  And while I have mentioned Grandma’s, I have occasionally heard of a case where parents have become frustrated because their grown children were not having the parents’ Grandchildren baptized.  And then, when the child has been left with the grandparents to babysit, unbeknownst to the parents, the grandmother surreptitiously Baptized the child in the sink or the bathtub. 
          I do NOT recommend this approach; in fact, I strongly discourage it. 
          It is true that any Christian, in the case of danger of death, can Baptize by pouring water over the head of the person and saying, I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.  Many of a delivery room nurse, or emergency room nurse, has done this kind of emergency Baptism.  Some of these nurses were women, and I wonder if they were acting “in persona Cristi” when they Baptized.  But that is a discussion for another time. 
          I have done emergency Baptisms in Neonatal Intensive Care Units, and even in the delivery room immediately at birth.   The most unusual involved a visit I made to a missionary friend of mine, Sr. Evie Vasquez, in Rio Blanco, Guatemala.  She was driving me in her jeep to visit another town.  Along the road we saw a young native woman walking, carrying a very small child.  Sr. Evie pulled over and offered her a lift.  The woman was going to the hospital because the child was sick.  Sr. Evie asked the baby’s name.  The response surprised me.  “It doesn’t have a name.” 
          You see in that part of Guatemala you get your name at Baptism.  Before that you don’t have a name.  
          Knowing that the poor woman would be going to the hospital with her new baby ONLY if it was critical and dire, Sr. Evie pulled over to the side of the road, handed me her water bottle, and said, “Baptize him.”   There on the side of the road I baptized little Carlos.  I have often wondered what happened to him, and I pray for him.

          Baptism is really important, and the effects are eternal.  But you have only one chance at it.  Once you are baptized you can never be baptized again.  As St. Paul says in Ephesians chapter four: “One Lord, One Faith, One Baptism, One God and Father of all…” 
          Occasionally, someone baptized in another denomination wants to be re-baptized as a Catholic.  Sorry, only ONE Baptism. 
          Baptism is powerful.  It changes our status by uniting us to Jesus Christ.  We share in His role of Priest, Prophet and King.  Our fundamental identity is changed, and we are joined to Christ so that we may resemble Him, not in facial features or skin color or anything like that, but in becoming beloved children of God.  And that is an identity that lasts for all eternity. 
          I hope that as we celebrate the Baptism of the Lord today we will all take some time to reflect on the gift of Baptism; not something we have earned; not something we deserve; but a wonderful gift that keeps giving for all eternity.
          Happy Baptism of the Lord!

Thursday, December 19, 2019

Fr. Chuck's Column, December 15, 2019

The Paulist Fathers’ principal founder, Servant of God Isaac Hecker, CSP, is approaching his 200th birthday this Wednesday! Here is a brief biography of him. Please join the Paulists in giving thanks to God for his life and work.
The son of German immigrants, Isaac Thomas Hecker was born in New York City on December 18, 1819, the youngest of five children. Raised as a Methodist by his mother, Isaac never interested himself in the growing flour business begun by his prosperous brothers, embarking instead on a philosophic and religious quest. After an intense religious epiphany in 1842, he took the advice of a family friend, Jacksonian activist and Unitarian preacher Orestes Brownson, and entered the transcendentalist community of Brook Farm near Boston. Although he made friends of Emerson, Thoreau, Ripley, and many of the American literati, he remained spiritually lonely and intellectually curious and he left the Farm in under a year. In search of spiritual discipline, Hecker briefly considered the Episcopal priesthood. After reading John Henry Newman's Tracts for the Times in 1844, he and Brownson entered the Roman Catholic Church. One year later, after months of discussions with Bishop John McCloskey of New York and intense introspection, he joined the Redemptorist priesthood and sailed for Europe.
Hecker's novitiate and seminary years in Holland and Germany were academically rigorous and ascetically grim. Ordained in October 1849, he served briefly on missions outside London before returning to New York in 1851 as an assistant on the Redemptorists' newly organized American mission. Joined by Clarence Walworth and three other Americans - Augustine F. Hewit, George Deshon, and Francis Baker - Hecker and the Redemptorists began Catholic missions across the entire country. Satisfying his urge to convert America and "make Yankeedom the Rome of the modern world," he also wrote two books in the 1850's aimed at reaching educated, mystically-oriented Protestants: Questions of the Soul and Aspirations of Nature. Nationally known as a prominent spokesman of Roman Catholicism, Hecker and his mission band pushed for an English-speaking house in New York from which to base their operations. When the Redemptorist superiors denied the request, Hecker received the support of both Bishop John Hughes of New York and the Vatican in seceding from the Order in 1858 and founding a new community of American priests, the Missionary Society of St. Paul the Apostle.
Wanting to share with his fellow Americans what he had found in the Catholic Church, Hecker took to the lecture circuit, and between 1867 and 1869 he addressed Protestants from secular lecture platforms, dressed in lay clothes, delivering over 56 lecture series from Boston to Missouri. In 1869-70 Hecker attended the First Vatican Council as a theological expert for Bishop James Gibbons of North Carolina. After his return to the U.S. Hecker’s health deteriorated. He spent the winter of 1873-74 aboard a boat on the Nile River in Egypt. He found it worthwhile and invigorating. Nevertheless, on returning to the U.S. his health deteriorated further. He died December 22, 1888 at the Paulist House on 59th Street in New York City.