My last words

The gospel for today is one of my favorite passages: Luke 2, the Nunc Dimitis, or the encounter with Simeon in the Temple. The moniker of the passage comes from the opening words in the Latin Vulgate translation of the Bible: “Nunc dimittis servum tuum Domine, secundum verbum tuum in pace” – Now, Master, you may let your servant go in peace, according to your word, for my eyes have seen your salvation, which you prepared in sight of all the peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and glory for your people Israel.”  (Luke 2:29-32)

The Nunc Dimittis is part of Night Prayers/Compline in the Divine Office of the Church. It is perhaps my favorite prayer of the day. They are may last words of every day.

Speaker of the House

It would be hard to follow the news and not be aware of the upcoming contentious election of the Speaker of the House of Representatives. The stew pot of politics is ripe with intrigue, posturing and backroom dealings. The Republican party has but a slim majority and within its own ranks there is deep division.  There are at least six candidates who have indicated they plan to stand for election. Those that are “in the know” (and does not include me, not in this or any imaginable universe) assure us that this is likely to go into a contested ballot – despite assurances from the supposed front runner that he had adequate votes to clinch a first round victory of a simple majority. But happens if he does not? Continue reading

Really?

Yesterday’s news carried an article about the effect of current news on our mental health. The article offered advise on how to deal with the seemingly never-ending parade of news that takes its toll on our psyche. 40% of respondents in a poll admitted that apart from Ukraine and other stories, the constant barrage of political turmoil negatively affects their well being, physically and spiritually. There are just reports that make one question “common sense” and initiate a roll of the eyes.  But then as the saying goes: Good common sense. Most common sense isn’t good and good sense isn’t common. Continue reading

We regret to inform you….

Klondike has announced that it will no longer produce the Chaco Taco after nearly 40 years in production. Chaco-TacoKlondike explained that the company has “experienced an unprecedented spike in demand across our portfolio” and that it had to make “very tough decisions to ensure availability of our full portfolio nationwide.” However, not all hope is lost for its return. “We’ve heard our fans, and we’re hoping to bring this favorite treat back to ice cream trucks in the coming years.”

The Evangelist

Today we celebrate the Feast of St. John the Evangelist. In midst of the Christmas season today’s gospel seems out of place. It recounts Mary Magdalene’s experience of Easter morning when she reports to Peter and the other apostles: “They have taken the Lord from the tomb,
and we do not know where they put him.” In that scene she is the first witness to the Resurrection, the first evangelist proclaiming the Good News to those who would be charged with carrying that news to the end of the earth. The scene is as foundational to evangelization as can be. Continue reading

John: Evangelist, Presbyter, of Patmos, Beloved?

Today is the feast of St. John the Evangelist, the name traditionally given to the author of the Gospel of John. John was one of the Twelve Apostles of Jesus, the youngest apostle, son of Zebedee and Salome. His brother was James, who was another of the original Twelve. According to the Synoptic Gospels (Matt 4:18-22; Mark 1:16-20; Lk 5:1-11), Zebedee and his sons fished in the Sea of Galilee. Jesus then called Peter, Andrew and the two sons of Zebedee to follow him. Continue reading

People of the Day After

Christmas is one of those events that has a lot of anticipation associated with it. Certainly, well before Thanksgiving the retail stores began to decorate for Christmas, everywhere we go there is Christmas music playing in the background, and our mailboxes – of all types – began to fill with promotions for Christmas shopping. But that’s OK.  There are lots of events in our life that have that same pattern of anticipation, heightened activity, and finally the day comes.

Here is a short list of such events of our lives

  • Your first day of high school
  • Moving into the dorm at college
  • Your first job after college
  • Getting married
  • Your first home
  • Your first child (…second child and more until you have at least four and then you can have your own swimming relay team!)
  • Their first day of your children’s school, high school, college… and so the cycle continues.

The same in our faith tradition: we have Advent leading up to Christmas. And here we are at Christmas.

It is not just this year, but every year. And it has been this way since before the time of Jesus. The Prophet Isaiah, more than 2,500 year ago, looked forward to this day of “abundant joy and great rejoicing” when he prophesied: “For a child is born to us, a son is given us; upon his shoulder dominion rests. They name him Wonder-Counselor, God-Hero, Father-Forever, Prince of Peace.”  And the people of God waited and anticipated – through the days and nights, joys and sorrows, and all that makes up the cauldron of this life. They had faith that the day would come.

And then, out of the dark night sky, there shown above shepherds in the fields, the glory of the Lord and angels who proclaimed good news of great joy: “For today in the city of David a savior has been born for you who is Christ and Lord.”  And then the heaven exploded in an angelic chorus.

Think of the anticipation those shepherds felt as they hurried into Bethlehem to witness what the angels proclaimed. You know, even the Gospel readings for Christmas Eve and Day have this pattern of anticipation culminating in the one moment. The Vigil Mass recounts the genealogy of Jesus – all the generations leading to this day. The Mass during the Night (aka “Midnight Mass”) tells us of the shepherds in the field, but there is no trek into Bethlehem. That gospel is read at the Christmas Day mass in the morning.

Be it on the grand scale of the history of Redemption, the celebration of one year’s Christmas, or so many events of our life – there is the pattern of anticipation all pointing towards “the day”- be it Christmas, the first day of college, your wedding day, and so much more. And comes the day after Christmas, the second day of college, the end of the honeymoon and the start of building a life together.

Here at Christmas we are again asked to recall the words of St. Paul to Titus: “The grace of God has appeared, saving all and training us to reject godless ways and worldly desires and to live temperately, justly, and devoutly in this age.” And to carry those words and these memories into the cauldron of life, to face the next day. Likewise, to recall:

  • Your first day of college – to remember what you hoped to achieve and to renew your efforts toward that goal.
  • Your wedding day – to remember the covenant vows you exchanged and go back to the work of building a life together in love.
  • The moment you child your child in your arms – all the promises you made – and to again strive to make those promises come true.

And Christmas – to remember the warm glow, the close comfort of friends and family, the good cheer, and to recall a Savior has been born to us, saving all, and asking us to be Christ for others. To renew our covenant with God in this Eucharist with our “Amen”, and then to go into world to strive to make the promises of Christ come true for yourself, your loved ones, for friends, and for those you will meet in the days and year to come.

With all the anticipation comes the day, and with the day, comes the day after. We are people of the day after but recall this day in memory and rejoicing, for to us a Savior has been born!

Merry Christmas.

Being Bethlehem

I wasn’t too sure what to expect for my first Advent/Christmas in the slums of Nairobi, Kenya. Certainly, the slum in which I lived was devoid of any of the commercial excess.  There were no malls, no black Friday, none of the things mark the run-up to Christmas.  Occasionally, you could hear Christmas carols, traditional and tribal, float out of one of the wood sheds/tin roofed stores.  But most of the familiar western signs and markers that Christmas was coming were missing. Continue reading