Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A Family Wedding!!




Saturday, June 26th, 2010

A perfect day.

My daughter Elizabeth married a great guy named Brad Wilke, on a beautiful summer day in Seattle, late in the afternoon, in our back yard.

At the end of the ceremony, we all raised our hands in blessing, and I offered this:

A Nuptial Blessing

Precious God,
You created us all in your image
And made us to be joined in love
In union of body and heart
So as to fulfill our mission in the world.

Give your blessings to Elizabeth your daughter
So that she may be a good wife and mother,
Caring for the home, faithful in love for her husband,
Generous and kind.

Give your blessings to Brad your son,
So that he may be a good husband and father,
Caring for the home, faithful in love for his wife,
Generous and kind.

Grant them both every good gift.
Make them strong of heart, and wise;
Give them good humor, the ability to laugh well, and celebrate.
Enable them to work hard, and continue to give their lives
In service to life, and the common good of all.

Help them be gentle, patient, and forgiving,
Especially with each other.
May they be grateful every day for their lives, and
Grateful every day that you have given them to each other.

May they live to see their children’s children’s children!
May they grow old in the company of their family and good friends.
And may they reach at last the eternal life and happiness
For which our hearts are made.

We ask this in the name of the Spirit of Love with us today.

Amen!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

Who Do You Say That I Am?

I don't consider myself very good with jokes, though occasionally I'll use one in a homily. Seattle weather has been so miserable this spring that I thought I'd "cheer people up" with a joke to start this past weekend's homily. It was light...

The book that I reference here, Reclaim the Fire, is by Reverand Martin Pable, and is out of print. The Seattle Archdiocese paid to have a special run of 1000 copies, for distribution to the priests and other parish leadership. It's a good book, and you can still get used copies through Amazon.

Here's the homily:

12th Sunday of Ordinary Time (C), June 20, 2010

I’d like to begin this morning with a little story. It seems there were nine young soldiers who had received overnight passes from their base camp. When morning came, however, not one of those nine was present. Finally, an hour after they were supposed to report, the first soldier straggled back to camp. He was immediately taken to the company commander. “I’m sorry I was late sir,” the soldier said, “but I had a date, lost track of time, and missed the last bus back. But I wanted to make it back on time so I took a taxi. But about halfway back to camp, the cab broke down, so I went to a nearby farm and bought a horse. But as I was riding back her on the horse, the animal suddenly fell to the ground and died. So I did the last miles on foot, and here I am. Well, the company commander was pretty skeptical about that weird chain of excuses, but he finally let the young soldier off with just a mild lecture about the virtue of being on time.

However, in short succession, there were seven more stragglers who reported in, one by one, and each one had the same story! They had a date, lost track of time, missed the last bus, took a cab, cab broke down, bought a horse, horse fell dead. And finally, the ninth and last soldier arrived. And by now the commander was totally exasperated and growled at him, “What happened to you?” The ninth soldier replied, “Sir, I had a date, lost track of time, missed the last bus, hired a taxi….” “Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” the officer cried. Are you going to tell me that the cab broke down?” “No, sir,” the soldier replied. “The taxi was fine. The problem is that we couldn’t get through. The whole road was clogged with dead horses.”

They couldn’t get through! That’s my theme for today – not getting through. And we have a tremendous Christian message: words of wisdom and hope, about love and forgiveness and healing. We have a great heritage, people of courage and compassion, who have built schools and hospitals and shelters, who lived lives of service and outreach to people in need and who have spoken out courageously for the outcast and forgotten – I could go on for a long time -- but the message too often doesn’t get through. Sometimes I think that part of the problem is that we live out the wrong part of today’s gospel message. Jesus asks the disciples, “Who do YOU say that I am?” And after Peter says “You are the Messiah, the Christ, the Holy One, the Son of the Living God,” Jesus then “Sternly ordered and commanded them not to tell anyone!” That’s the WRONG part of the gospel to pay attention to!! Once Jesus rose from the dead he commanded us to tell the whole world! And the early Christians DID that – otherwise we wouldn’t be here this morning.

Over the past year our staff and Pastoral Council have read this book, which I have quoted from before, entitled “Reclaim the Fire” In the first chapter the author offers this somber reflection: “We are no longer a growing Church. We are a declining Church and a graying Church. Some years ago George Gallup used the image of “a sleeping giant” to describe the Catholic Church. He was trying to say: You Catholics have so much potential for good in this society. You have the largest membership of any church in America (some 60 million). You have clear teachings, a rich spirituality, visible organization, and leadership. But you are asleep. You are not having the spiritual impact on society that you could have – and the nation is the poorer for it.”

And before any of our minds go off grumbling about the institutional Church, and all the problems that our hierarchy has had, I want to point out, first, that Mr. Gallup’s quote predates the recent troubles our hierarchy has had; and secondly, that Catholic leadership in this country is not solely up to the hierarchy. Our Vice President is Catholic, 6 of 9 Supreme Court Justices, and nearly 30% of Congress*, more than any other religious body, more than twice the number of Baptists or Methodists, three times the number of Episcopalians or Presbyterians, four times the number of Jews, nine times the number of Mormons, and once you start looking at the various evangelical Christian churches… well, we have more than all the rest of those combined. We have an unprecedented potential for good in our society, and the world. But I agree with Mr. Gallup. Too often it’s like we’re asleep.

Jesus asks his disciples, “Who do YOU say that I am?” Do we have an answer? Do WE have a personal relationship with the living Jesus Christ? I’m not talking about the historical Jesus. That Jesus is only someone we read about, or see a statue of. I’m talking about the living One we encounter in the Word, the One whose flesh we eat and blood we drink at Eucharist, the One who is actually with us whenever two or three of us is gathered in his name, the One we meet when we feed the hungry or shelter the homeless. If that doesn’t enliven our heart, fill us with joy, and compel us to share the great news … then maybe it’s more like that guy in the cab who couldn’t get through … maybe the message just isn’t getting through, not only not getting through to others but maybe not getting through to us.

The subtitle of this book is “A parish guide to Evangelization.” There’s that scary word, evangelization. I know that most of you don’t like that word. If I were to try to pull together a parish evangelization committee after Mass today without explaining what I mean, I know I just wouldn’t get very many takers. Part of it might be the image in your mind of a street corner evangelist. Or maybe you’ve had a pair of Jehovah Witnesses come to your door and you thought, “Boy is THAT weird.” Maybe you just feel it’s too showy or pompous to talk about your faith. Or perhaps you just don’t like the controversy that conversations about faith can cause.

But think about this story that I heard this past week. This is a true story. One of our preteens, whose family is generally here almost every Sunday, went to a neighboring church for a change, only because they knew some of the people there, and it’s just around the corner from their home. And her mom was absolutely shocked because that young lady SANG in church. She said, “When she’s here at St. Bridget, she sings like this: ... (virtually inaudible) … but in that church she actually sang out, because everybody else in the place was singing too!”

Evangelization is like singing: enthusiasm is contagious! Evangelization is not about shaming people into conversion. It’s not about stealing from other faiths. And it’s NOT about trying to fill up empty pews. In the very first and most important place, evangelization is about growing in our own relationship with Jesus Christ.
I know that St. Bridget parishioners, above almost any other parish I could name, place an extremely high value on education, and not only for our young people. Most adults here have readily attended continuing education seminars and workshops to keep up with professional lives, but … how much do we do to inform and enrich our spiritual life? Some. Too little. And if we adults do not take the time to be knowledgeable and enthusiastic about our faith, we have no reason to expect that our children will either.

“Who is it that you say that I am?” Do yourself a favor… and let that question haunt you a bit today, and over this next week. After all, Jesus asks that question of his closest friends. And he asks you that question, today, here at this Eucharist.

*in 2005-06, check HERE

Deacon Denny Duffell

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Music for the Twelfth Sunday of Ordinary Time

I've been thinking about this weekend's homily, and the gospel (Luke 9:18-24) relates Jesus' question to his disciples, "Who do the crowds say that I am?" One of the insights I think I'll want to share is that this is a living question today, for all of us, and not just a historical question then.

Meditating on this question caused me to look up one of my old favorite songs, "God Is Alive, Majic Is Afoot," written by Leonard Cohen and recorded by Buffey Sainte Marie. It's beautiful and haunting. The words are below this U-Tube link.



God is alive, magic is afoot
God is alive, magic is afoot
God is alive, magic is afoot
God is afoot, magic is alive
Alive is afoot, magic never died
God never sickened
Many poor men lied
Many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot, God never died
God was ruler
Though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
The naked magic thrived
Though his death was published
Round and round the world
The heart did not believe

Many hurt men wondered
Many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led
Many stones were rolled
But God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
Many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served
Magic is afoot, God is alive
Alive is afoot

Alive is in command
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boast of solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
Nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
Round and round the world
The heart would not believe

Though laws were carved in marble
They could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
They could not order men
Police arrested magic and
Magic went with them
Mmmmm.... for magic loves the hungry
But magic would not tarry
It moves from arm to arm
It would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
It cannot come to harm
It rests in an empty palm
It spawns in an empty mind
But magic is no instrument
Magic is the end
Many men drove magic
But magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
They only passed through magic
And out the other side
Many weak men lied
They came to God in secret
And though they left Him nourished
They would not tell who healed
Though mountains danced before them
They said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
The naked God did live
This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh within my mind
This I mean my mind to serve
Til' service is but magic
Moving through the world
And mind itself is magic
Coursing through the flesh
And flesh itself is magic
Dancing on a clock
And time itself
The magic length of God

Friday, June 11, 2010

"What! A guy named Jesus?!"

Catholics in Alliance for the Common Good publishes a weekly media report, in which I always find interesting kernals of news from around the country. This one, however, was just plain fun. Of course, it pokes fun at Arizona, but hey, they're the ones who shot themselves in the foot, not me. The story was posted by the Washington Post, dated June 2nd. The writer is Fr. Thomas Reese, who used to be the editor for America magazine, and the piece is entitled "Jesus in Arizona."

THIS CATHOLIC'S VIEW
By Thomas J. Reese, S.J.
"This is 911. What is your emergency?"
"Someone is trying to break into my house."
"What is your address?"
"1234 Palm Street in Phoenix."
"Let me check for an available officer. Let's see, I can have someone come by tomorrow between 9 a.m. and noon."
"What? But this is an emergency."
"I'm sorry, but all of our officers are busy with priority calls."
"What takes priority over a burglary?"
"Illegal immigrants."
"You've got to be kidding!"
"No, under the new state law, police officers can be sued if they do not go after illegal immigrants so that is now our number one priority. We don't want to be sued."
"But what about me?"
"Oh, you can't sue if your house is burgled. That's why you are a lower priority."
"But I might get killed."
"Well, if you are dead, you can't sue either."
"Isn't there anything you can do for me?"
"Well, have you seen the burglars?"
"No, I'm hiding in the closet."
"That's too bad, because if they were brown, I could send someone right away."
"Jesus!"
"Did you say, 'Jesus'?"
"Yes, I said, 'Jesus!'"
"Well, if there is a Jesus in your house, that makes you a priority call. There is a high probability that he is an illegal. Sorry, got to go, there is a call on our immigration hotline." Click.
The caller punches the redial button.
"This is 911. What is your emergency?"
"There is a brown guy named Jesus trying to break into my house."
"Don't worry, we will be there right away."
"Oh, thank God."
"You betcha. We are here to serve and protect."

Thomas J. Reese, S.J., is a Senior Fellow, Woodstock Theological Center, Georgetown University.

I wonder if the voters in Arizona ever visited the Statue of Liberty. If so, I wonder what they thought of words of that famous sonnet on the plaque mounted inside the pedestal. It's by Emma Lazarus, entitled The New Colossus, and includes these words:

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"


I'll be out of town on the weekend of the 4th of July, so I'm not doing the homily that weekend. But if I were, I'd weave that poem into my homily.

Excommunicating a Nun For "Trying to Save a Life"?

There have been many stories in the Catholic and secular press about the excommunication of Sr. Margaret Mary McBride by Bishop Thomas Olmsted of Phoenix. The reason is that Sr. McBride was a member of the ethics committee of St. Joseph hospital, which decided to allow an abortion under difficult and unusual circumstances. As Bishop Olmsted's statement reads, quoting the Ethical and Religious Directives for Catholic Healthcare Institutions: "Abortion (that
is, the directly intended termination of pregnancy before viability or the directly intended destruction of a viable fetus) is never permitted. Every procedure whose sole immediate effect is the termination of pregnancy before viability is an abortion."

As an article in the National Catholic Reporter described it, the hospital allowed "the abortion of an 11-week-old fetus in order to save the life of a pregnant woman, a 27-year-old mother of four suffering from pulmonary hypertension. The woman was so gravely ill that doctors told her she would die if the pregnancy were not terminated."

I've read a number of articles about this incident, most of them critical of Bishop Olmsted for acting "with a swiftness and certainty that left no possibility for doubt or nuance." This week's NCR article, however, went beyond a survey of opinion, and referred to criticism from a Catholic experts (specifically quoting Redemptorist Fr. Johnstone, professor of moral theology at Catholic University, and the work of noted theologian Germain Grisez, who teaches Christian ethics at Mount St. Mary College and Seminary in Maryland). They question Bishop Olmsted's action for "its proportionality and its precipitous nature... as disproportionally harsh... as inconsistent within the framework of the application of wider Catholic law."

Lost in this, for me, was a description of the actual medical intervention that took place. I have not found this actual description anywhere, not even on the diocesan web site, which hosts a statement from the diocesan medical ethics director, as well as a question and answer page about this issue. The discussion appears to be hypothetical in nature, but does give the impression that what took place was a "Dilation and Curettage (D&C) or Dilation and Extraction (D&E)." Disclosure of the specifics could well be prohibited by medical confidentiality.

The diocesan website left the impression that there were other medical options, but I have yet to read of any specific alternative treatment that the bishop may have had in mind. It seems to me that before excommunicating someone, one should point out what else might have been done. And if our Church is concerned about scandal and our obligations to teach, the alternative should be convincingly explained. The diocesan postings were clear about what couldn't be done... but not about what could have been done.

I'm especially interested in this situation because rumor has it that Bishop Olmsted is one of the possible candidates to replace Archbishop Brunett here in Seattle, who has already reached retirement age. If that occurs, I'm sure that many Catholics in Seattle will soon hear a lot more about what happened in Phoenix!