When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled, they were all in one place together. And suddenly there came from the sky a noise like a strong driving wind, and it filled the entire house in which they were. Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire, which parted and came to rest on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in different tongues, as the Spirit enabled them to proclaim.
Now there were devout Jews from every nation under heaven staying in Jerusalem. At this sound, they gathered in a large crowd, but they were confused because each one heard them speaking in his own language. They were astounded, and in amazement they asked, “Are not all these people who are speaking Galileans? Then how does each of us hear them in his native language? We are Parthians, Medes, and Elamites, inhabitants of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the districts of Libya near Cyrene, as well as travelers from Rome, both Jews and converts to Judaism, Cretans and Arabs, yet we hear them speaking in our own tongues of the mighty acts of God.”
1) Bless the Lord, O my soul! O Lord, my God, you are great indeed!
How manifold are your works, O Lord! the earth is full of your creatures.
2) May the glory of the Lord endure forever; may the Lord be glad in his works!
Pleasing to him be my theme; I will be glad in the Lord.
3) If you take away their breath, they perish and return to their dust.
When you send forth your spirit, they are created, and you renew the face of the earth.
Brothers and sisters: No one can say, “Jesus is Lord, ” except by the Holy Spirit. There are different kinds of spiritual gifts but the same Spirit; there are different forms of service but the same Lord; there are different workings but the same God who produces all of them in everyone. To each individual the manifestation of the Spirit is given for some benefit. As a body is one though it has many parts, and all the parts of the body, though many, are one body, so also Christ. For in one Spirit we were all baptized into one body, whether Jews or Greeks, slaves or free persons, and we were all given to drink of one Spirit.
Brothers and sisters, live by the Spirit and you will certainly not gratify the desire of the flesh. For the flesh has desires against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; these are opposed to each other, so that you may not do what you want. But if you are guided by the Spirit, you are not under the law. Now the works of the flesh are obvious: immorality, impurity, lust, idolatry, sorcery, hatreds, rivalry, jealousy, outbursts of fury, acts of selfishness, dissensions, factions, occasions of envy, drinking bouts, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.
In contrast, the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. Now those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified their flesh with its passions and desires. If we live in the Spirit, let us also follow the Spirit.
Come, Holy Spirit, come!And from your celestial homeShed a ray of light divine!
Come, Father of the poor!
Come, source of all our store!
Come, within our bosoms shine!
You, of comforters the best;
You, the soul's most welcome guest;
Sweet refreshment here below;
In our labor, rest most sweet;
Grateful coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine,
Shine within these hearts of yours,
And our inmost being fill!
Where you are not, we have naught,
Nothing good in deed or thought,
Nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour your dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
Bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
And confess you, evermore
In your sev'nfold gift descend;
Give them virtue's sure reward;
Give them your salvation, Lord;
Give them joys that never end. Amen. Alleluia.
On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side. The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them, and whose sins you retain are retained.”
Jesus said to his disciples: “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate to be with you always. Whoever loves me will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him. Those who do not love me do not keep my words; yet the word you hear is not mine but that of the Father who sent me.
“I have told you this while I am with you. The Advocate, the Holy Spirit whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everythingand remind you of all that I told you.”
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- There's a story about a woman and her parakeet Chippie. It seems that the woman was cleaning Chippie's birdcage with the long hose of a canister vacuum cleaner when the phone rang. She reached over to get the phone, and as she did, she heard the unmistakable sound of Chippie being sucked up into the vacuum. Immediately she rushed over to the vacuum, pulled out the vacuum bag and ripped it opened. There she found Chippie, totally stunned, but still alive. Since the bird was now covered with soot and dirt, she grabbed him and ran into the bathroom, held him under the faucet and washed him in freezing cold water to get all the soot and dirt off. When she finished she saw the hair dryer sitting on the sink. She turned it on, and held Chippie up in front of the blast of hot air to dry him off. A few weeks later, she was talking to a neighbor about the incident and the neighbor asked how the bird was doing."Well," she said, "Chippie doesn't sing much anymore. He just sort of sits on his perch and stares."
I think Chippie's reaction to those events was about the same as the reaction of the disciples in the weeks that followed our Lord's crucifixion: they were probably stunned. He had appeared to them several times and had now ascended into heaven. But what next? Where do they go from here?
Well, based on Luke's account in the book of Acts, we can be sure of one thing that happened that first Pentecost day: the Spirit bestowed his gift of fortitude on the apostles and changed a group of men who were huddled together in that upper room into fearless evangelizers of the gospel who converted thousands of people on that one day alone.
But, as you know, fortitude is only one of the seven gifts of the Spirit. In preparing this homily, I was amazed to learn that these gifts were first spoken of by Isaiah in describing the qualities of the Messiah who was to come. He says this:
- "But a shoot shall sprout from the stump of Jesse, and from his roots a bud shall blossom. The spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him: a spirit of wisdom and of understanding, a spirit of counsel and of strength, a spirit of knowledge and of fear of the Lord, and his delight shall be the fear of the Lord." (Is. 11: 1-3)
Although only six gifts are listed here, the Septuagint and Latin Vulgate versions of the bible read the first occurrence of "fear of the Lord" in this verse as "piety", thus yielding the seven gifts as we know them.
Just as the Spirit rested upon Christ himself, so too has he sent his Spirit upon all of us. As Paul states in the second reading: "There are different gifts but the same Spirit; there are different ministries but the same Lord; there are different works but the same God who accomplishes all of them in every one." Thus it is that the Spirit works through all of us, each in his own way.
The seven gifts can be separated into four intellectual gifts (wisdom, understanding, counsel and knowledge) and three "active" gifts (fortitude, piety and fear of the Lord). With respect to the active gifts, the gift of courage is the ability to spread the faith in the most adverse of conditions. The gift of piety leads some to dedicate their lives to God in a special way, especially through the religious life. Fear of the Lord enables some to seek to avoid sin in all circumstances.
With respect to the intellectual gifts, the gift of counsel enables some to see and choose correctly what will bring about their own salvation and that of others. The gift of knowledge enables others to know universal and timeless truths pertaining to the natural world and the order of things. Understanding has been granted to some to see the things of life in relation to God and for achieving deeper insight into the truths of faith. And to some has been given the gift of wisdom (or sophia in Greek) which assists them in seeing and evaluating aspects of everyday living in relation to God and God's kingdom, according to the ultimate principles of faith and aided by the judgment of love.
I read the following story while I was preparing this homily and thought that it related well to this discussion of the gifts of the Spirit.
- Is it morning already? I rub my eyes and get up to ready myself for just another day.
It's just another day...I look out my window to see the sun beaming down, caressing the Earth with its golden rays. Above, white clouds float in the brilliant blue sky. I hear a cardinal singing to his mate as he perches upon my back fence. And a bed of crocus open their purple heads to the heavens in joyful thankfulness.
It's just another day. My small daughter bursts into the room, her giggle ringing through the house as she hugs my neck tightly. Her small hand fits into mine as she pulls me to the kitchen to show me the card she has made. A stick figure with curly brown hair waves from the paper and beneath it, written in purple crayon are the words, "I love you, Mommy."
It's just another day as I stand quietly and watch my handicapped child. He struggles to get his special walker over the curb, but it won't budge. A well-meaning teacher offers assistance, but he brushes her away. With determination, he conquers the curb and is off to laugh and play with his friends. I weep inside for handicap, but I am inspired by his courage. And I smile as I watch the children play, totally accepting their friend for who he is, not judging him for what he lacks.
It's just another day. My son proudly presents the report he did for school. He shares with me the hopes and dreams he holds for his future. His curiosity and excitement are contagious as we unfold the limitless possibilities that lay before him. I am encouraged that no dream is beyond our reach if we want it bad enough.
It's just another day. My beloved wraps his arms around me and surrounds me in love. I turn to look in the eyes that share innermost feelings. What a special friend I have. Someone who loves me for who I am. Someone to lean on when I feel down. Someone to share my happiness. Someone to love.
Yes, it is just another day. A day to enjoy God's gracious beauty upon this Earth. A day to kiss the cherub cheeks of my children, and share in their hopes and dreams. A day to learn the value of determination and hard work. A day to learn the value of judging mankind for the quality he has, not what he has not. A day to learn the value of love.
Yes, it's just another day, I sigh. The stars dance in the velvet sky as a full yellow moon smiles cheerfully down. The house is quiet and still. The only sound is the soft even breathing of my spouse. I recall the scripture: "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." (Psalm 118:24) And as I lay at the side of my soul mate I pray that God will let me see "just another day"! (1)
To some have been given the gift of knowledge, others understanding and still others wisdom. We all pretty much see around us the same things that the author of this story saw: the sun, the sky, the clouds, the birds, the flowers, our families. Knowledge enables us to realize that all of these, as well as the gift of life itself, are gifts from God. Through faith, we then can come to understand the deeper meaning of these gifts.
But most of all, I believe this story exemplifies the gift of wisdom, which, as we noted before, is the gift of evaluating aspects of everyday living in relation to God and aided by the judgment of love. Although we all see the same things, do we really "see" them? Do we know the true source of those things we see? Do we understand the true meaning behind those things, namely, the great love that God has for us? And most of all, do we have the wisdom to be grateful for the gifts that we have been given and use them to the best of our ability out of a love for God? Or do we get bogged down in the limits of our circumstances or wish that things could be better? Although the author regretted the handicaps which afflicted her son, she chose to see the best in his human nature as he struggled to overcome those obstacles.
Do we see minutiae, or do we see the big picture? That is the challenge we each face every day of our lives. Hopefully, you will have the wisdom to choose rightly.
1. Just Another Day by Charlotte "Charlie" Volnek. Reprinted with permission from Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul, pp. 112-113. Copyright 2000 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen, Health Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL.
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As you all know, today is the birthday of the Church. And, as we heard in the first reading, it all began with the coming of the Holy Spirit on the apostles. As we will discuss in a few minutes, the Holy Spirit comes upon each of us in different ways. I heard this story which might be an example of how that could happen:
- One morning, a preacher got up before his congregation and announced that he was resigning as pastor. He went on to explain that the Holy Spirit had come upon him and told him to leave for Africa to be a missionary to the heathens. Suddenly, a woman in the congregation stood up and shouted, 'That wasn't the Holy Spirit, that was your ex-wife!'"
Well, okay, perhaps he doesn't come upon us like that. But we can be sure of one thing that happened that first Pentecost day: he bestowed his gift of fortitude on the apostles and changed a group of men who were huddled together in that upper room out of fear of the Jews into fearless evangelizers of the gospel who converted thousands of people on that one day alone.
In today's gospel passage, our Lord tells his disciples: "As the Father has sent me, so I send you". With these words, the Eleven disciples became "apostles", meaning "those who are sent". Elsewhere, he tells them that they will accomplish even greater things than he did (John 14:12). How is this possible? How could the disciples accomplish more than Christ himself did? If we think about it, Christ's life only touched a relative handful of people in Palestine. But through the work of the Spirit, acting through those who placed themselves at his service, word of Christ's saving act, of his death and resurrection, has spread throughout the world.
Once he had ascended into heaven, Christ would have to rely on his followers to spread the word of his coming. A daunting task, to say the least, but he assured them that they would not be alone. He would send the Spirit to tell them what to say and to strengthen them in their times of trial. This is significant, because ultimately all of the apostles would become martyrs for their faith, as would countless more in the centuries that have followed.
And what was it that enabled all of these men and women to endure unspeakable hardship? As you know, there are seven gifts of the Holy Spirit: wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety and fear of the Lord. The gift which is particularly relevant here is the gift of fortitude or courage. As Paul tells Timothy in his second letter:
- For God did not give us a spirit of cowardice but rather of power and love and self-control. So do not be ashamed of your testimony to our Lord,... but bear your share of hardship for the gospel with the strength that comes from God.
"Though we use the words 'fortitude' and 'courage' interchangeably, they actually have slightly different meanings. Fortitude comes from the Latin 'fortis' -- 'strong.' It means the moral strength or patient endurance to bear with afflictions, privations, or temptations. It is the passive strength to resist an attack, as defending a fort under siege. It is the strength needed to endure a long and painful illness, or persecution, and even martyrdom. Fortitude may be needed simply to remain faithful to one's own moral principles or to fulfill one's responsibilities and vocational commitments in life.
"Courage, on the other hand, comes from the Latin 'cor' which means 'the heart'. Courage is a quality of mind and heart that enables us to encounter difficulties and dangers with firmness or without fear. Courage implies a sense of bravery. Courage is a more active strength, moving a person to undertake difficult or dangerous tasks. Unlike fortitude which is more on the "defense," resisting assault, courage goes more on the "offense," correcting injustice or attacking other evils. In the language of the sports world, fortitude is the virtue of a strong defense, and courage is the virtue of a strong offense!
"As a result, we can distinguish two kinds of actions that the Gift of Fortitude helps us to accomplish. The first is "doing". This is courage. Without hesitation or fear it moves us to undertake arduous tasks, such as accomplishing tireless activity, overcoming dangers and weariness and carrying out great undertakings. The second kind of action is "enduring". This is fortitude. It gives us the strength to hold firm in difficulties of all sorts, not to surrender or give up in the face of hardship or opposition." (1)
I believe the following story might be a modern day example of what fortitude and courage are all about.
- In 1981, Pastor Chen was arrested for his part in delivering more than one million Bibles to Swatow, on the south China coast. Two investigators were flown in from Beijing, but still Pastor Chen refused to release the names of those who met in a secret house church or those who helped deliver Bibles under the code name "Project Pearl."
Exasperated, the investigators took Chen into a courtyard in the prison and made him stand on a tall wooden box. A rope was put around his neck and tightened. The rope was fixed on a wooden beam above him. The box he was standing on was about four feet high, and very narrow. Angrily, the first investigator said, "We have given up on you. The moment you sway, or when your legs collapse from exhaustion, you will hang yourself. That is the penalty for your stubbornness!"
The two investigators were assigned to watch Chen's last moments. As he looked down on them, he observed that they took hardly any notice of him. Bored, they played games. At that moment, Chen felt a surge of power in his body. "I feel just like Jesus on the cross," he thought. "Jesus must have looked down and felt the same when he saw the soldiers casting lots for his clothes, utterly indifferent to his agonies."
Knowing his end was not far away, Chen began to witness to the two policemen.
"Have you ever heard of Jesus?" he asked.
"Quiet, Christian!" spat the first investigator. "We don't want to hear about your Jesus! It's just an old myth."
"Oh no," Chen continued, "Jesus is no myth. He loves you. And He loves me. He came to earth as a man to die for your sins and my sins; for the sins of the whole world. Then He rose from death on the third day. Because He's my savior, I know I will go to heaven. I'm not afraid to die."
The second investigator said, "Old man, when I get to be seventy and look as unhealthy as you, I won't be afraid of death either!" The two investigators laughed.
The long hours soon became days, yet Chen had to remain still. His body cried for sleep, but he could not give in to his feelings. His legs developed terrible cramps, and, in shaking them, he nearly hanged himself. Soon he felt nothing in his legs, even though they had swollen to twice their normal size. His only relief was the rain. He stuck his thickened tongue out to gain a few drops of moisture. Five days passed. Six. Seven. Still Chen had not toppled over and died. Eight. Nine days. The word was going around the prison. Surely no man could survive that long. He had been standing all that time. No food. No water. No rest. It was impossible for him to still be alive.
Ten days passed. Eleven, and then twelve. On the thirteenth day, a huge thunderstorm rolled in. The sky went black, and the rain poured down. His resistance was over. Through his delirium he heard the crash of thunder and saw a flash of lightning as he fell forward and the rope tightened.
But then he felt someone splashing water over his cracked and puffy lips while someone else seemed to be rubbing his wrists. His legs had been propped up on a chair and he felt the blood pumping back into his body and arms. He could do nothing but cry out from the pain. He soon became aware of who it was who was working on him. It was the two investigators.
"Quick! Don't die, please! You've got to wake up! Please don't die!" pleaded the second investigator.
"Please, we want to know how to know your savior, Jesus," the first investigator said.
"I don't understand," Chen said. "Why?"
"Because He saved you," the second investigator explained. "A flash of lightning cut the rope above your head just as you fell."
Both of the investigators came to faith in Christ that day. The tears of all three men mingled with the pouring rain as the investigators repented of their sins. After this incident, none of the other investigators had the courage to interrogate him again...so they let him go. (2)
I think that it certainly can be said that Pastor Chen faced death joyfully and fearlessly. He was courageous in risking his life for his faith and endured his trial with fortitude and strength. He was truly a modern day apostle, sent by Christ to give witness to his faith. His courage touched many of the inmates in his prison.
Our own lives are full of situations when fortitude is required. We encounter times in our lives when our faith is tested, such as when a loved one dies or we are facing a serious illness. At times like these, the gift of fortitude will enable us to confront our temptations and doubt with patient endurance, with a willingness to go on, with the courage to not give up and to not give in. In our own way, we can then be Christ's modern day apostles, those whom he has sent into the world to give witness to our faith by what we say and by what we do. Just as those first apostles did. Just as Pastor Chen did. And may the force be with you, the force of the Holy Spirit, that is!
1. From The Gift of God: The Holy Spirit, by Andrew Apostoli, CFR, pp. 120-121. Copyright 1994 by the Society of St. Paul. Alba House, New York. (This resource, as well as many others, is available at a discount through the Homiletic Resource Center at or by calling toll free 1-877-432-6745.)
2. Project Pearl, by Jeff Taylor, from Artist's Alliance Follow-up Program, script one. Compass Direct/Open Doors, Santa Ana, CA. Reprinted in Unsolved Miracles, compiled by John Van Diest, pp. 223-226. Copyright 1997 by Multnomah Publishers, Sisters, OR.
3. From The Gift of God: The Holy Spirit, ibid., p. 119.
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- It was early one Sunday morning and a mother hurries into her son's room. "Come on, son," she says as she rustles the covers on his bed. "Time to get up for church." "But I don't want to go to church!", comes the response from under the covers. "What do you mean, 'You don't want to go to church?' Why that's ridiculous! Now get up, get dressed and let's go to church!" "But I told you that I don't want to go!" "Why not?", his mother asks. "Because they don't like me there." "Well I never heard such nonsense. Now you just have to go, that's all there is to it! After all, you're fifty-one years old. And besides, you're their pastor." (1)
I don't know if our pastor has ever had mornings like that, but I know that I can relate very much to this story. When I first began my web page, I knew that I would have to prepare my homilies at least a week in advance so that visitors from Monday to Saturday would have something to see. But as I have begun to spend more and more time adding other resources to my page, I had found less and less time for writing. Finally one week, I only finished it the Friday before I was to use it. I know for many preachers even that is early, but for me that was unacceptable. And more scary was the reason for it. I didn't put off doing it because I was busy (which I was) but also because I was doing anything else but preparing my homily.
Now that my wife has retired from her nursing career to help us with our business and we have our desks in the same room (a scary situation, I'll tell you!), she used to constantly ask me "Did you finish your homily yet?", much like the mother in our story trying to get her son to church. I'd always have some excuse or other. Here I was, afraid to tackle my number 1 job! And, unlike the parishioners in our story, you all have been very supportive.
So what was the problem? I realized that I was afraid that I wouldn't have anything to say about that week's lectionary texts. And therein lay the problem. After all, it is not "I" who have anything to say about the texts. It is only when I allow the Spirit to work through me and when I change my fear into the prayer "Lord, tell me what you want to tell your people" does any inspiration come. And that is what "inspiration" means from its Latin roots, a "breathing upon", in this case, by the Spirit, the source of inspiration. So, after some reflection, meditation and reading, and after I have let the Spirit use me, I find that I not only have something to say, but something to say which I believe with all my heart. The bottom line was that I was afraid that I wouldn't measure up, that I would fall down on the job, just like the pastor in our story. But the point was that it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with the Spirit. Preaching is a daunting task, one that can only be done with the help of the Spirit. If we rely on ourselves, it will never get done.
It was the same with the disciples. In today's first reading from Acts, they were huddled in the upper room for fear of the Jews, just like the pastor in our story. They were afraid of what the leaders of the Jews would do to the followers of Jesus, just like our pastor was afraid of what his parishioners would think of him. And don't forget that our Lord has already ascended into heaven but had promised to send the Spirit. So when the Spirit arrives, he transforms these fishermen into dauntless missionaries for Christ.
So what about us? Are we just like the disciples were, afraid to witness to the presence of Christ in our lives? Afraid to show others that we care? Maybe we're afraid of our neighbors or our coworkers, afraid of what demands they might make of us? Maybe like the woman in this story, we're afraid of what getting to know someone might demand of us.
- She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not caring.
"Oh, I don't know. I just like the feel of the sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went glissading down the beach.
"Good-bye, joy," I muttered to myself, "hello, pain," and turned to walk on. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Ruth," I answered. "I'm Ruth Peterson."
"Mine's Windy." It sounded like Windy. "And I'm six."
"Hi, Windy." She giggled.
"You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mrs. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The days and weeks that followed belonged to others: a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. "I need a sandpiper," I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The never-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared.
"Hello, Mrs. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically. The tinkling laughter burst forth again.
"I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk." Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."
She chattered little-girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Windy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood even to greet Windy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Windy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today."
She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned on her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" - and thought, "my God, why was I saying this to a little child?"
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes, and yesterday, and the day before that and, - oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her and with myself.
"When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself that I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn-looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said. "I'm Ruth Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mrs. Peterson, please come in."
"Wendy talked of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please accept my apologies."
"Not at all - she's a delightful child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant it. "Where is she?"
"Wendy died last week, Mrs. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. My breath caught.
"She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks she declined rapidly...." Her voice faltered. "She left something for you...if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something, anything to say to this lovely young woman. Finally, she returned and handed me a smeared envelope, with MRS. P printed in bold, childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues-a yellow beach, a blue sea, a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY. Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten how to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I muttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words - one for each year of her life - that speak to me of inner harmony, courage, undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyes and hair the color of sand - a child who taught me the gift of love. (2)
The pastor in our opening story was afraid of what his parishioners would think of him. I was afraid of what preparing homilies would demand of me. The woman in our story was afraid of getting too close to a child on the beach. What are you afraid of? It is a difficult question to ask yourself and you might not like the answer you get. But perhaps all we need to do is to pray a bit more: "Come, Holy Spirit, renew the hearts of your faithful and kindle in us the fire of your love."
1. From The Surprises of Pentecost, copyright 1993 by William J. Bausch. From More Telling Stories, Compelling Stories, pp. 156-160. Twenty-third Publications, Mystic, CT. Used with permission.
2. A Sandpiper To Bring You Joy, by Mary Sherman Hilbert. Copyright 1979 by the Reader's Digest Association, Inc. from the June 1980 issue. Included in A Third Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul, pp. 8-11. Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen, Health Communications, Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. Used with permission.
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Today is the birthday of the church. It is a birthday for everyone who calls themselves Christians. And what exactly is the church? It is what Paul says in the second reading: it is the body of Christ of which we are all members. The church is not a building, but a body with many parts. It is all of us contributing to its welfare and well-being. It is no more and no less than that. The church began with the infusion of the Spirit on twelve men at Pentecost and the message of Christ has spread throughout the world through the efforts of the saints and martyrs who have followed them. It has also spread due to the quiet example of all who have put the commands of our Lord into practice in their lives. Our mission is to continue the work which they have begun and, by our word and example, bring others into unity with us, not by ranting and raving, but by that same quiet example which speaks louder than words.
The Church is thus comprised of people from all races and nations who have accepted Christ into their hearts and live their lives according to his commandments, especially the command to love one another as God has loved us. The Church is the people of God, "a race made up of Jews and Gentiles who would be one, not according to the flesh, but in the Spirit. And this race would be the new People of God" (Lumen Gentium, 9).
The people of God are marked by characteristics that clearly distinguish them from all other religious, ethnic, political or cultural groups found in history. First of all, they are a People of God. The Israelites were the first chosen people of God, but through Christ, the invitation to become one of the people of God has been extended to people of every race and nation, one people united in the very fact of our common humanity. One even in our diversity, our different cultures and societies, features and colors, which serve to exemplify even more the greatness of God in that very diversity. This is why prejudice has no place in the people of God, the Church, because no one is greater than another; we are all equal in God's eyes.
We become members of this people not by a physical birth, but by being "born anew," a birth "of water and the Spirit," that is, by faith in Christ, and by baptism.
The People of God enjoy the status of dignity and freedom of the children of God, in whose hearts the Spirit dwells, as in a temple. By Christ's death on the cross, we have been freed from slavery to sin and our dignity as masters of our own desires restored.
The People of God live according to the law of the new commandment, which is to love one another as Christ has loved us. This is the new law of the Holy Spirit. It is the Spirit of Love which binds all members together. If one member suffers, all of the members suffer with them; and if one member is honored, all of the members rejoice together.
The mission of the People of God is to be the salt of the earth and the light of the world. This people is a most sure seed of unity, hope and salvation for the whole human race.
And finally, the destiny of the People of God is to inherit the Kingdom of God which God the Son has promised to all of his children.
We all have gifts and talents to share. We all have gifts and talents which the church can use in its ministries. Oh, I know, many of you might say that you have no special gifts or talents. But you have all been given the greatest gift of all, and it is a very special gift to each and every one of you. Can anyone guess what it might be? (See if anyone can guess.) It is the gift of your life. God has blessed you with this time in this world in the hope not only that you will ultimately come to share in his eternal life in heaven, but also that you will share the gifts which he has bestowed on you, share your time, share your life with others who comprise the body of Christ.
- There is a story about a field mouse who once asked a wise old owl what was the weight of a single snowflake. "Why nothing more than nothing," the owl answered. Well, the mouse went on to tell the owl about a time when he was resting on a branch in a fir tree, counting each snowflake that came to rest on the branch until the number was 3,471,952. Then with the settling of the very next flake -- crack. The branch suddenly snapped, tumbling the mouse and the snow to the ground. "That was surely a whole lot of nothing," observed the mouse.
So the next time that you think your contributions, your acts of charity, your works for justice, your gifts of love, and your talents are nothing, or that they are small in comparison to those of others, remember that when one is added to another, and then to another and so forth, great things can happen from nothing. In the same way, what seems to be ordinary can be transformed into something extraordinary with just a little extra nothing. (1)
There is so much need in our own church for parishioners to participate in the various works that the church, the people of God, do here in our very own community. Whether it be taking the Eucharist to shut-ins, visiting nursing homes or the sick, reaching out to people whose faith has lapsed or who have become alienated from church because of what someone said or did to them. If everyone here today signed up for one ministry or another, we would still not have enough volunteers to fill the needs. Please pray about and consider the possibility of returning a small part of what God has given to you in service to the other needy members of his body. Since Christ is no longer in this world in his body, we have to be the body of Christ, hands to do his work, feet to run his errands, a voice to speak for him. For:
- He has no hands but our hands to do his work today;
- He has no feet but our feet to lead others in his way;
- He has no voice but our voice to tell others how he died; and,
- He has no help but our help to lead them to his side.
1. The Field Mouse and the Owl, from A Fresh Packet of Sower's Seeds, Third Planting, #70, page 66. Copyright 1994 by Brian Cavanaugh, T.O.R., Paulist Press, Mahwah, NJ 07430. Used with permission.
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In our first reading from Acts today, we heard Luke the Evangelist's recounting of the events of that first Pentecost day some 2000 years ago. In it, we have a small group of the disciples gathered together for support. They were also probably behind locked doors for fear of the Jews, just as they were when our Lord appeared to them in the Upper Room, as recounted in John's gospel which we also just heard. Then the Spirit descends on this group of primarily frightened fishermen and turns them into fearsome evanglizers who would spread the word about the Son of God throughout the known world at that time. For example, Mark died in Egypt; Luke preached the gospel in Italy, among other places; Philip was buried in Greece; Peter, as we know, was crucified upside down and buried on the current site of Vatican City; and Thomas, that renowned doubter of doubters, would himself go off to spread Christianity as far away as India.
I don't think it would be too much of a stretch to refer to this group of people, namely the disciples, as a community doing what communities should do. Let me explain.
Webster's defines a "community" as "a unified body of individuals...with common interests living in a particular area". Gee, a "body of individuals". Where have we heard something about a body before??? Oh yeah, in the second reading where we heard "the body is one and has many members, but all the members, many though they are, are one body". So the disciples were definitely a body of individuals coming together for the common interest of worship. But there was more that they did. On that first Pentecost day, the disciples left their community to evangelize to the crowds that were gathered outside. In other words, with the prodding of the Holy Spirit, they used their new-found gifts to increase the Body of Christ.
But it is not only the disciples who were a community, is it? We also are a community gathered together on a regular basis for the purpose of worshiping God. So, if we are a community, then we need to ask ourselves: as members of the Body of Christ, how are we using our gifts to further Christ's work on earth? Well, what gifts do we have to offer?
I would suggest that the first gift we can offer to the community is a portion of the financial gifts that we have been given. And how much should we give? That is up to each of you to determine, but consider that Ken Jennings, who won more than 2.5 million dollars on the television game show "Jeopardy", tithed 10 percent of his winnings to the Mormon church. I'm sure that Fr. ... would be more than thrilled if you donated 1 percent of your earnings.
Which brings us to the second question: why do we support our community? Well, first of all, we support our community because it cannot survive without our support. But there is a more important reason why we need to support our communities which I hinted at above, namely, to give back to God a portion of the blessings that he has bestowed on us. I know that to some, working at a job one does not particularly like or for people who seem that they could care less about us, would hardly appear to be a blessing. However, consider those people for whom working at a job, any job, that would help them support their families, would be a blessing.
- A few years ago, my wife and I watched the movie version of "The Full Monty". For those who haven't seen it, it is about a group of men who have lost their jobs at the steel mills in England and who can't find any other jobs to support their families. They band together and decide to put on a show for the women like the Chippandales, only taken to the next level, if you catch my drift. One of the most touching scenes for me, and there were many, was towards the end of the movie when one of the wives of one of the men finds his thong that they use in their act. Of course, she immediately deduces that he is having an affair. He confesses to her that he and his buddies have been trying to put on this show to raise some money but that he backed out since he is a bit on the, shall we say, heavy side. He says to her "who would want to look at this body naked". She puts her hand to the side of his face and tenderly tells him that she would. In any case, these men are willing to lower themselves to this level just to earn a few dollars and salvage some degree of self-worth for themselves and provide for their families.
So a job is a blessing from God, even if it is not the most ideal one we could choose. And we certainly can understand this especially in these difficult economic times.
But there is more support that we give to our communities than just financial. We also support them by sharing our gifts and talents. There are ministries to shut-ins, patients at the local hospital, the numerous nursing homes and retirement villages in the area in addition to the usual committees and liturgical ministries. In other words, I'm sure if you went up to the pastor and offered your services, he would have no problem finding something for you to do.
I know, I know, you are probably saying to yourselves that you couldn't possibly have any gifts or talents to offer. But that is like the servant in the parable who had the one talent, while other servants were given five and ten talents, and he buried his. God wants us to use our talents for the greater good. And even if it were true that we had no talents, that is not so. Because we have been given the greatest gift of all, namely, time. Just think about that. The greatest gift we have to give one another is our time. Consider the following story. The author writes:
- I knew my mother's 81st birthday was going to be a tough one for her. She had just lost my father two months earlier after fifty-five years of marriage. I was out of work that year and didn't have much money for a gift. So I told her that I would drive from Ohio to Michigan to spend a few days with her and that that would be all that I could afford as my present. On her birthday night, she chose to take us both out to a very nice local restaurant. As we were having dinner, an older couple in the next booth said hello to mom, and as I was introduced, I explained why I was visiting. "How wonderful!" they exclaimed. "How we wish our children would get the message that we don't want or need any more things, that their presence is infinitely more valuable to us. How we wish one of them would simply give us some of their time as you are doing for your mother. She's a very lucky woman." Those comments have resonated in my heart. As it turned out, it was my mom's last birthday on this earth. To give or to receive, there is no time like the present and no present like time. (1)
Whenever we attend a wake or a wedding reception or a party of any kind, what's really important is that we are sharing our time with others. It is the same in our community: the most important thing is not what we share but that we share. And the rewards we receive from sharing can sometimes be greater than the gift we offer.
- A few years ago, I was the organist at the Saturday evening Mass. It was late August, I believe, and the weather was still good and there was some hospitality outside the rectory. So I spent a few moments talking with the cantor who had worked with me. Everything seemed fine. She had a teenage daughter who evidently had been sick, so when she went home, she went into her bedroom to see how she was feeling and saw that she was asleep. So she went back downstairs to warm up some soup for her and when she went back upstairs to wake her, she discovered that she had committed suicide. Some months later when I happened to be talking to our pastor about her tragedy and wondered how she was doing, he confided that she had been coming to him for counseling and shared that he didn't think she would have made it through if not for the camaraderie and support she had received from the other members of the music ministry.
Before I close, I did want to make another selfish plug for more members of our choir and music ministry. If you can carry a tune, we'd be more than glad to have you. And of course, our music ministry is one way that visitors size up our congregation. So sharing your gifts also means participating in sung prayer during our worship. It lets visitors know that you are comfortable sharing your voice with those around you. And that is one of the signs of a welcoming community.
So in summary, it is only with your support, both financially and time-wise, that this community can continue to be a welcoming community. Through your financial support, the parish will be able to maintain its facilities and pay the employees a just wage. And through your generous giving of your time and talent, all of the parish ministries and committees will be properly staffed, including our own music ministry. In closing, I would just like to paraphrase the immortal words of John F. Kennedy: "Ask not what your community can do for you; ask what you can do for your community".
1. A Gift of Time by Tracy Tiffany. Comments to her at email@example.com. Used with her permission.
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In looking at today's gospel passage, there are three things which struck me. First of all, our Lord tells his disciples that he will send them the Paraclete. But who is this "Paraclete"? The Greek word from which our word "Paraclete" comes is "parakletos", which is really untranslatable. It has been rendered Comforter, or Helper. But the word in Greek has far more meaning than either of these translations. The Greeks used the word in a wide variety of ways. A "parakletos" might be a person called in to give witness in a law court in someone's favor; he might be an advocate called in to plead the cause of someone under indictment for something which would result in a serious penalty if they were convicted; he might be an expert called in to give advice in some difficult situation; he might be a person called in when, for example, a company of soldiers were depressed and dispirited to put new courage into their minds and hearts. Always a "parakletos" is someone called in to help in time of trouble or need.
We often talk of being able to cope with things. All too many years ago, I remember attending a play entitled "Don't Bother Me, I Can't Cope!" But that is precisely the work of the Holy Spirit: he takes away our inadequacies and enables us to cope with life. The Holy Spirit substitutes victorious living for defeated living. So what Jesus is saying is: "I am setting before you a hard task, and I am sending you out on a very difficult journey. But I am going to send you someone, the "parakletos," who will guide you as to what to do and enable you to do it." (1)
Secondly, our Lord assures his disciples that the Paraclete will remain with them. The most important gift that we can ever give anyone is the gift of our presence, the time we spend with others. I think this is well exemplified by the following story.
- Years ago there was a country-western song entitled, "Roses for Mama." In the song, it is Mother's Day, and a man goes to a florist shop to buy his mother a bouquet. He knows he should visit his mother, but he has more exciting plans, so he decides to send her flowers instead. At the florist shop, the man encounters a young boy who wants to buy some roses for his own mother, but he doesn't have enough money. The man gives the boy the money he needs and then buys the bouquet for his mother. As the man drives away from the florist shop, he happens to pass by a cemetery where he sees the little boy kneeling on a grave, a bouquet of roses in his hand. The man stops and asks the boy what he's doing there. The boy explains that his mother has been dead for a year, and that he comes there all the time to talk to her and, on this special day, to give her flowers. The man turns around, drives back to the florist and tells him to cancel the delivery. He wants to deliver the roses himself. (2)
Just like the man in this story, in sending his Spirit, Christ is sharing the most precious gift which he can, the gift of his presence in our lives, just as he does in the Eucharist. When we encounter difficult times on our journey of life, the Spirit will be there to comfort and strengthen us if we just seek him. And where do we look for him? As Jesus told his disciples: "I will send the Spirit to be within you". So the Spirit can be found in our hearts, the source and resting place of all love. But if we let the Spirit into our lives, then we will soon discover that he is not just content with staying there. He will gradually influence our actions until they are a reflection of his presence in our lives and our lives will never be the same again.
To sum up: the Spirit which Christ sends into the world is the Comforter, the Helper, the one who helps us to cope in our times of need and the one who strengthens us when we are down. He will always be with us and he will always be within us. And he will influence all that we say and do.
When we speak of these qualities of the Spirit, it seems more than appropriate that we should do so on this special day of the year when we remember our mothers. First of all, just like the Spirit, they more than likely will have been our comforter and our helper. When we fell in the playground and scraped our knees, we would run to our mothers and she would give us comfort and wipe away our tears. Although this is not universally true for all mothers (after all, just like the rest of us, many mothers are far from perfect), more often than not, they have helped us in times of need and have strengthened us when we were down.
Secondly, our mothers will always be with us. Even after they have passed from this life, we will hold their memories in our hearts, just as the writer of this story does.
- Mother is always there when you need her. She helps, protects, listens, advises and nurtures physically and morally. She makes sure that her family is loved 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year. At least that's how I remember my mother, for the few precious years I was blessed to have her. But no words can describe the sacrifice she made out of love for me, her young son. I was 19 years old, and I was being taken to a concentration camp with a large group of other Jews. It was clear that we were destined to die. There was another group of Jews who had passes and these were going to be allowed to remain in the ghetto. As I passed by her, at the last possible moment and without being noticed by the Nazi officers, my mother handed me her card and took my place in the line. And although it was more than 50 years ago, I will never forget her last words to me and her good-bye look. "I have lived long enough. You have to survive because you are so young," she said. And I never saw her again. Most kids are born only once. I was given birth twice - by the same mother. (3)
And lastly, our mothers are always within us. If I were to ask each of you individually who has exercised the most influence in your life, I'm sure that the vast majority of you would respond that it was your mothers. Good or bad, and sometimes even if we don't wish to acknowledge it, they have left an imprint on our lives like no one else has. One author spoke of his mother and to his mother this way:
- Your gentle guidance has immeasurably influenced all that I have done, all that I do, and all that I will ever do. Your spirit is indelibly imprinted on all that I have been, all that I am, and all that I will ever be. Thus, you are a part of all that I accomplish and all that I become. And so it is that when I help my neighbor, your helping hand is there also. When I ease the pain of a friend, they owe a debt to you. When I show a child a better way, either by word or by example, you are the teacher once removed. Because everything I do reflects values learned from you, any wrong that I right, any heart I may brighten, any gift that I share, or burden I may lighten, is in its own small way a tribute to you. Because you gave me life, and more importantly, lessons in how to live, you are the wellspring from which flows all good I may achieve in my time on earth. For all that you are and all that I am, thank you, Mom. (4)
Notice that this writer said that his mother's spirit was indelibly imprinted on all that he has been, all that he is, and all that he will ever be. So it is with the Spirit. Just like a mother should be, and as we discussed before, the Spirit is the comforter, the helper, the one who helps us to cope in our times of need and the one who strengthens us when we are down. He will always be with us and he will always be within us. And he will influence all that we say and do.
In conclusion, our final home is meant to be with Christ. But until we arrive there, he has promised to send us his Spirit to be with us always. And if that isn't enough, he himself will always be with us in the Eucharist. And until that day comes when he can take us in his arms and wipe away every tear, he has sent us our mothers to do the same. And all mothers, even those whose own mothers were far from perfect, should cherish and nourish their families and strive to be all that a mother should be, namely, the first example of love in the lives of their children. And, just like any true lover, they must be willing to sacrifice for their families, and sometimes even sacrifice their own lives, just as the mother being led away to certain death in a concentration camp did. And just as our Lord did when he laid down his own life for us so that we might live with him forever in heaven.
1. From The Promised Helper in The Gospel of John, copyright 1975 by William Barclay. St. Andrew Press, Edinburgh, Scotland. Used with permission.
2. Roses for Mama, copyright 1977 by Gene Dobbins, Johnny Wilson, Wayne Sharp. Chappell & Co. Cited in THE TRIBUTE by Denis Rainey (Nashville, TN: Thomas Nelson Publishes, 1994), p.106-107. Used with permission. (Quoted in The Mother Side of God from The Best of Dynamic Preaching, Seven Worlds Corporation, 310 Simmons Road, Knoxville, TN 37922.)
3. Most Kids Are Born Only Once, copyright 1997 by Joseph C. Rosenbaum. From Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul, pp. 35-36. Copyright 1997 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Jennifer Read Hawthorne and Marci Shimoff. Health Communications Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. Used with the explicit permission of the author. (Comments may be sent to him at email@example.com.)
4. A Tribute to Mothers, copyright 1997 by David Weatherford. From Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul, pp. v-vi. Copyright 1997 by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Jennifer Read Hawthorne and Marci Shimoff. Health Communications Inc., Deerfield Beach, FL. Used with the explicit permission of the author.
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Lord Jesus, you sent your Spirit on the disciples. Lord, have mercy.
Christ Jesus, you send us out into the world, renewed by your Spirit. Christ, have mercy.
Lord Jesus, you send the Spirit of healing and forgiveness into our lives. Lord, have mercy.
Lord Jesus, you sent us the Spirit of Truth to teach us wisdom. Lord, have mercy.
Christ Jesus, you sent us the Spirit of Love to teach us how to love one another. Christ, have mercy.
Lord Jesus, you sent us the Spirit of Life to bring us to everlasting life. Lord, have mercy.
Celebrant: The Lord has sent his Spirit upon us, just as he promised. Moved by that same Spirit, we confidently bring our needs to the Father.
Deacon/Lector: Our response is "Lord, send us your Spirit".
That the Spirit may guide the actions of the leaders of the Church, we pray to the Lord.
That the Spirit may move the leaders of all nations to rule their people with loving care, we pray to the Lord.
That the sick, the elderly and those who are grieving the loss of loved one may feel the healing presence of the Spirit in their lives, we pray to the Lord.
That the Spirit may motivate us to use our gifts to further the work of the Body of Christ on earth, we pray to the Lord.
That the Spirit may move all of those who are alienated, bitter or angry to a loving forgiveness of one another, we pray to the Lord.
That all of those who have contracted the Coronavirus will be healed of their affliction, that all of those who have died will be welcomed into the loving arms of their Savior and that their families will be comforted in their grief by their faith, we pray to the Lord.
For all of the intentions we hold in our hearts and which we now recall in silence. (Pause) For all of these intentions, we pray to the Lord.
Celebrant: Father of all life, hear the prayers we lift to you today. Recreate us in your Spirit so that we may be sources of peace and forgiveness in our homes, schools and workplaces. We ask this in the name of Christ, your Son. Amen.