Yesterday afternoon at Mass, the priest compared people who go through life with no sense of the presence of God to “characters I saw on a TV show last year, The Walking Dead – zombies.” Whoa.
Homily Notes: The Korrektiv?
Despite social networking and the horror of horrors which are Facebook and Twitter, people are lonelier and more isolated than ever.
We don’t like to be corrected … and conversely, we often take too much pleasure in correcting others … when the problem might be within us. Humility, charity, sensitivity are called for. Courage to risk having that person turn his back on us. Prudence. Will it help or hurt the situation? Privately, one on one, in charity and love. Prudence will pick a time and place that is appropriate. Love demands it sometimes. Life in community is meant to chip away at our imperfections. We are on a journey together towards Christ.
“The dividends in mystery’s own quotient.”
There are many gates in my father’s house – but only one leads to the Cliffs of Gerasene…
The Lansing Deacon is now The Lansing Priest
God and Man at Harvard…

Perhaps for the most prestigious college in the United States, as Pope Benedict predicted for the world in general, the first faint feather-brush stirrings of the faith’s resurgence will come from deep within the Church’s patrimony, even as these same flutterings blow the dust off the most profound human prayer ever composed, having lain dormant these many years in Crimson shadows…
Read about it here.
Fragments of a Homily on the Woman at the Well
Heard in mass this morning.
Water, thirst. Ironically, given the amount of water on the planet, many people on suffer from thirst.
Water may be the most perfect metaphor for how we experience God. We immerse ourselves in it. God’s love is like that.
Soft but powerful force, relentless, eventually wears down the hardest stones.
What good is knowing? What we need is resolve, to navigate the desert of false choices.
Living water is poured out in baptism.
fear, perhaps, but no worry
Notes from the homily I heard this morning:
Uncertainty, fear of death, the nearness of death….
We live in a world … of uncertainty and death. The middle east, Japan, our own lives.
A puzzle with some very dark pieces, some very light. No picture on the box to help us put it together. But we get glimpses of God’s glory.
There is something else, something ahead of us. But there is also someone with us. So we have no worry. Fear, perhaps, but no worry. Jesus promised to be with us.
What it Means to Be the Beloved Son
My notes from yesterday’s homily at the cathedral:
Cooking the books or eating the ice cream …
temptations all come from the same source.
They catch you off guard.
The devil sets the agenda.
They seem to come at us quickly.
They always seem to be in our best interest.“If you are the son of God…”
If you are not sure who you are,
you are more vulnerable.What it means to be the beloved son:
to be hungry, suffer, be killed.
Jesus just spent forty days meditating on that.
“This is my beloved son…”The task of lent:
when it comes to temptations, slow things down,
talk to spouse, friends,
figure out if the desire comes from
your real self or your fantasy self.
Heard in a Homily
“St. Thomas said that anyone who avoids evil because it is commanded rather than because it is wrong is not free.”
Can anyone identify where in St. Thomas’s writings this appears?






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