Kirby and Acts of Mercy

 

This retired shepherd was invited this morning to Holy Family’s annual picnic. Their pastor, Fr. Corey asked me if I would preach a childrens’ homily. So, I bring Kirby along and together we shared this story about mercy. I wanted the children to learn that Jesus’ love can come from people we never expect.

Once upon a time, there was a dog called Kirby who was going to the park to play with his favorite ball when – he was chased by a Big Bully Cat! The Big Bully Cat pulled Kirby’s ears and bit his tail and scratched his face and finally chased poor Kirby into a large bed of pricker bushes and left him there. Poor Kirby. It was worse than that. Poor Kirby was so hurt that he could not get up, he just lay in the bed of pricker bushed feeling very sad.

But just then, a poodle came by, a fluffy, white poodle. “Hooray!” thought Kirby, “This fluffy, white poodle will help me out of the pricker bushes. But the poodle did not help Kirby. She turned up her nose and walked straight past. Oh. That wasn’t very friendly. Poor Kirby.

 But then, a sausage dog came by, a long, sausagey sausage dog.
“Hooray!” thought Kirby, “This long, sausagey sausage dog will help me out of the pricker bushes.” But the sausage dog did not help Kirby. He looked the other way and walked straight past. Oh. That wasn’t very friendly.

Then, a dalmatian came by, a big, spotty dalmatian. “Hooray!” thought Kirby, “This big, spotty dalmatian will help me out of the pricker bushes.” But the dalmatian did not help Kirby. She turned her spotty back and walked straight past.

Poor Kirby. Kirby was feeling very sad. Would no-one come to help him? Then another Big Cat came walking along and Kirby feared he would be mean to him. He will pull my ears and bite my tail and scratch my face! Kirby shook in fear.

But this Big Cat did not do any of these things. Instead, this Big Cat pulled Kirby out of the pricker bushes. The Big Cat found a bandage in his pocket and he put the bandage around Kirby’s head. Then he rubbed Kirby’s ears better, put some soothing cream on his tail, and brushed his fur all smooth again.

Finally, this Big Cat gave Kirby his favorite treat – dog biscuits!. Then Kirby and the Big Cat who wasn’t a bully went to the park to play ball together.

To the grownups at the picnic, I ask.  Why do we do acts of mercy? There is a story about thirty-two members of my small parish who were willing to be volunteer hosts for guest families living in the church basement.  They brought them home-made dinners, watched their kids, and generally tried to treat them like human beings in the midst of their unfortunately crappy circumstances. As always happens, of course, there were some complaints from church members. They claimed their guests were sloppy, that they didn’t come for dinner on time, they didn’t do the dishes, their kids were bratty, they left the lights on. they didn’t leave the building when they were supposed to, etc., etc. (It just wouldn’t be a church if people didn’t whine about something, you know?)

I like to remind those who find fault that, if these guests actually had their acts together, they wouldn’t be living in a church basement. Sometimes we need to remind ourselves why we do acts of mercy in the first place. When the pastor was asked what we hoped to get out of it. He responded that he wanted a ministry for his church in which people could see that they had made a real difference in the lives of others. One of his parishioners answered that this program would “make God smile.” Others came up with similarly groovey-sounding answers, but one of his teenagers simply said, “I want these homeless people to get back on their feet.”

 

In this Sunday’s Gospel (Luke 15: 1-10), Jesus teaches us about rejoicing when the lost are found. It’s meant as a critique against those who get their shorts bunched up over why people get “lost” to begin with. We are to be supporters, not judges.

 

Think about it. If you’re a parent and you have a child with an addiction or an eating disorder, do you condemn or abandon that child? Wouldn’t you diligently search for the best care you could find to bring him or her back to your family in one piece?  And when that lost child reaches a recovery milestone or graduates from school or gets married or achieves some goal of a normal, healthy, functioning human being, aren’t you overcome with joy? Don’t you want to throw a party and celebrate?

 

All of us, after all, are lost in some way. Jesus has gone to pretty drastic lengths to find us and bring us back to ourselves. I’d say that calls for a party, or a picnic like today.

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends that we realize that all our acts of mercy put us in a cloud closer to Our Lord and heaven.

A Very Special Sonshine

 

Last November, I received a phone call from Joe. He sadly shared that his father had died of a massive heart attack at home. The paramedics did all they could to bring him back but there was nothing more they could do to save him. I was stunned and I am still in disbelief. He was like a son to me.

 

In his memory, I am launching the attached photography website to remember his gift and generosity to his family and many friends. 

https://fathermattkawiak.myphotofeed.com/

 

At his funeral service, I shared this memory of Ken. He loved adventures and enjoyed traveling to new places and along the way doing some unexpected shenanigans. In 2017, we travelled on a Road Scholar trip to Acadia National Park. On our way to Maine, we stopped at a dozen lighthouses to take pictures. My hobby is as you will see attached is landscape photography, 

 

Ken’s hobby is wandering, especially to places that say “no admittance.” For him that meant there must be something interesting to explore so forget the sign that says ”too dangerous, government restricted or detours.” His attitude was fearless or perhaps reckless, “let’s find out what’s on the other side.” As I am setting up my composition, he would be wandering, up and down the shores and rocky coves, collecting rocks and stuff to bring home to his beloved grandchildren.

 

When we finally arrived in Acadia National Park, we began our walking tour with a group of twenty people from around the country. We hiked the trails 5-9 miles each day. During the tour, you had free time to do your own thing. That was Ken’s opportunity to explore new adventures not in the itinerary and this would get very interesting for you never knew what he was thinking or where we would end up. So off we are driving from Acadia to New Brunswick, Canada. Ken would be the pilot and I was his navigator recommending landscape sites to stop along the way. Our destination was a lighthouse claimed to be the most photographed in the world. It is located in Roosevelt Campobello International Park in New Brunswick that can only be reached at low tide. 

 

Ken surprised me with this crazy idea. He wanted to find a local Canadian grocery store searching for some unique candies that were only sold in Canada. I had no idea what he was plotting, but I got the shot of that lighthouse that he had enlarged and hangs behind his desk in his office. We are now searching for a local grocery store, in New Brunswick, nobody speaks English but he is determined to find a candy called “Smarties.

 

It's a candy like M&M’s, however different in that they have a sweet flavor from the coating, followed by an almost hot-chocolate-powder chocolate taste. Ken buys 20 boxes of Smarties, puts them in his backpack and we drive back over the border to our motel for the night.

 

The following morning, we rejoin our group and we are back on the trail hiking Cadillac mountain. Our group leader stops us for lunch. As people are getting their box lunches out of their backpacks, Ken starts passing out the Smarties boxes to all our fellow hikers. They were surprised and delighted to learn that this was a unique treat for them to enjoy. He shared the story about this candy coming from Canada, but I can only admire his desire to surprise and bring joy to our fellow hikers. Ken’s generosity and spontaneity to do these crazy acts of kindness made me smile to have such a thoughtful, generous friend. 

 

In the past nine years, it has been my humbled privilege to travel to many national parks from Banff National Park in Alberta to Crater Lake in Oregon last September. In Ken’s memory take a few minutes to review the images of our adventures and if there is a photo you would like to hang in your home or office, simply email your selection to my attention and I will help you with an order.

 

However, this photo website is an invitation to support a wonderful volunteer group called “Volunteers4Animals.” I have attached their website and encourage you to make donations to support their special work to save kitties and puppies.

 

Please feel free to forward Fr. Matt Photography to all your FaceBook friends for their support.

https://fathermattkawiak.myphotofeed.com/

 

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends and for my spiritual son Ken. At his funeral, I asked the congregation: Is God calling you from a too self-indulgent lifestyle to one of helpful concern for people who are less fortunate than yourself? Is God calling you to some generosity of time and gifts? From his kindness we have all received a blessing. In the quiet of our hearts, in our prayers, may we forever be grateful for Ken's love and kindness and promise to continue all his good works and be a blessing to one another. Amen.

 

NOTE: At the end of Fr. Matt’s Photography website is a “Contact Me” message. Feel free to give me your thoughts, order a print or send a message that you want to take me along on your travels to visit a national park. 

https://fathermattkawiak.myphotofeed.com/

 

 

 

VIP Seating

 

Boy do we ever love status. I guess that’s why facebook is so appealing. We can really show ourselves off like we’re all still trying to be the cool kids in high school. With the ability to publish our every thought and activity to hundreds of “friends” at once, Mr. Zukerberg has successfully managed to keep America in a perpetual state of adolescence. I’m just glad the acne doesn’t come with it.

 

But status, prestige, and big rewards are the things Jesus warns us about in the Gospel. Jesus has been invited to a dinner party at some big-shot Pharisee’s house. It’s pretty clear the host didn’t invite Jesus in the hope of a reciprocal invitation to an equally swanky soiree. Nope. Jesus doesn’t have those kinds of bucks. But I suspect the itinerant rabbi’s fame is what put him on the A-list. All the other guests are looking at this peasant preacher, the current flavor of the month around Israel, and wondering what he’s going to do and say. Maybe some of them only showed up because they heard the famous Jesus of Nazareth would be attending. If we can’t be a celebrity, you know, we at least like to say we’ve met one.

 

Jesus is watching them, too. He sees how they jockey for position, everybody trying to get the VIP seats at the table to show off their stature within the community. The moral is pretty obvious: Don’t go around puffing yourself up, because somebody will—inevitably—come along and let the air out of you. Then you’ll be disgraced. Which is bad. There are some folks who would prefer cancer to humiliation.

 

I’d like to point out, however, that I don’t think there’s any real sin in being successful or well-regarded. In a brilliant speech he gave at King’s College, C.S. Lewis likened having status to inheriting a fortune from your maiden aunt. If she dies and leaves you a ton of money, there’s nothing wrong with that. The sin is in coveting it. That is, if you want the old broad to kick off so she can leave you her loot, you better get yourself right with God. The hunger for status, fame, adulations, or what have you is the real problem. It’s like a drunk’s thirst for booze. A little bit is too much, and a lifetime of praise is never enough. It will be cool for a while, but will eventually leave you unsatisfied. You’ll discover your fellow high-status people are just as messed up and insecure as you are.

 

What would the world look like, I wonder, were we to put all the effort and resources we put into making ourselves look successful and important into providing mercy and aid for the “unimportant” people of the earth? Those “little people,” you see, are pretty big and important in God’s eyes. And so are you.

 

Just remind yourself. Once a man loved you so much that he went to death on a cross for you. You were that important. You mattered that much to him. Is there any job or honor you’re going to get, any swanky friend you’re going to make, any award you’ll win or applause you’ll receive that will matter more to you than the knowledge of how much God already loves you? I mean, come on. Do you really give a crap about where you sit at the table? Because at the head of the table or at the foot, the end of the meal will be the same.

 

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends who take time for the “little ones” in your community. You who take meal on wheels to your neighbors, or volunteers at local food cupboard to deliver groceries, or  volunteer at your local fire department, or take your senior relative shopping for groceries or a doctor appointment. May God’s peace go with you this week, my friends.

 

The Healing Community

 

 

Last week, on one of my critical incident trauma calls I experienced a miracle. I was informed that an electrician had been electrocuted. I was debriefing his coworkers and to my surprise and delight the electrician not only survived but he attended the debriefing to thank his fellow coworkers for saving his life. This was a God moment for me where the gratitude of this survivor brought his coworkers closer together with a firm commitment to be more diligent and safe doing their dangerous work.

Sadly, in the same week I was deployed to provide grief support to a different employer whose regional manager suffered a heart attack and died while out of town with his coworkers at a conference. One coworker who was friends with the manager shared he made the call to tell the spouse what had happened. It was hardest thing he ever had to do. What do you say at this tragic moment of loss?

I remember sitting with this coworker as he shared how this spouse shared the sense of isolation she felt. Everything in the world seemed absurdly trivial in the face of her loss, and she experienced a profound sense of separation. She told him with no small amount of bitterness, “People tell me they know how I feel. Well, they don’t.”

Isn’t that the truth?

When we experience a serious, life-changing loss the whole world seems to slip away from us. We enter some kind of invisible bubble from whose interior we can see the rest of the world and all the people in it, but we no longer feel any sense of connection to it or them. Grief and pain isolate. And it’s not just our own feelings, but the rest of the world tends to sneak softly away from our suffering. What do you say to someone who has just been diagnosed with cancer? How do you approach a couple whose child just committed suicide? Is there a proper way to comfort my senior neighbor who had fallen out of her bed and taken to the hospital and then transferred to a nursing home to perhaps never to return to her home.

The anguish felt by the woman in the gospel story may not be only the orthopedic ailment which has crippled her for years. It might also be the awful sense of “otherness”—a sense of not being part of a community. It’s significant, I think, that this unnamed woman did not approach Jesus. Rather, Jesus saw her, knew she was suffering, and called out to her. He broke through that invisible bubble which kept her at a distance from those who understood illness and infirmity only as God’s punishments for some kind of disobedience.

I can’t help but wonder what the woman was feeling when she came to the synagogue. She certainly didn’t come seeking or expecting the guest rabbi from Nazareth to make her ailing back straight again. Did she come just to be in the presence of the sacred, to hear the words of comfort from the scrolls? Did she stand in the rear, not mixing with the other women, keeping her eyes on the ground, accepting that her infirmity was her permanent burden to bear for her sins?

The work Jesus performed on this particular Sabbath was a work of restoration. By restoring this woman to wholeness, Jesus restored her to the community. She was able—and quite joyful—to enter into the praise of God with all the others who had come to that holy place of worship. Jesus was quite clear that the disability which had afflicted this poor lady for eighteen years was not a sign of God’s frowning judgment. He went on to call her a “daughter of Abraham”—further establishing her as one of the family, re-connecting her, and breaking the bubble of suffering which had made her a pariah.

Let me share something very profound and the real reason to come to church this Sunday. This is the joyful blessing of the Sabbath. It’s the ability to gather as community. I must confess that, in the pre-COVID-19 days, I thought the internet would be a wonderful a tool for the Gospel. I knew a priest who bragged that he had 22 million followers on the internet watching him. But he was wrong. There is absolutely nothing to substitute being in the company of your church family on the Sabbath. Our need for warm, interpersonal contact is both nourishing and healing. Yes, there are those who fear betraying their emotions in the sacred space. Perhaps they worry that their anxieties, fears, or griefs will intrude on the devotion of their fellow congregants. I say if such frailties are not excused and embraced by a Christian community that community isn’t doing its job. We don’t always have to know how to approach a hurting brother or sister. We’ll do 90% of our care by simply showing up.

I agree with that spouse whose husband died suddenly at his company’s conference. Many will claim they understand when they really don’t. You don’t need to understand someone in order to love them. We can all do that. And whenever we gather for Sabbath worship, we can look to the one on the cross. He understands us all.

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends and I truly appreciate you for taking the time to read my blog and praying for the 60 people on our prayer list. You don’t know them and you don’t understand the hurt and isolation they feel with their illness, but your willingness to pray for them is good enough.  Please remember the Sabbath day and be in the company of your Christian family. They need you.

 

 

Families Fight. What Would Jesus Do?

 

Families fight. What would Jesus do?

Families fight. That’s an ugly truth. People who are supposed to love and protect each other can often be split apart. It always hurts. 

Polish National Catholics of all people are aware of how families can bicker. Our whole denomination was formed by a dust-up with our Roman brothers and sisters. Today I see a pretty humongous division over the very definition of what it means to be a Christian in America. I feel a little bit of barf coming up in my mouth at the very mention of the term “Christian Nationalism.” Some of our coreligionists use Christian identity as an excuse to promote intolerance, bigotry, and a reactionary mindset which, to my way of thinking, slanders the name of our Lord and Savior. 

I don’t see how “Christian” it is slashing aid to low-income families or cutting out funding for research to eliminate disease. I can’t understand how we solve the gun violence crisis by letting everyone carry a gun. And faith in God’s deliverance is one thing, but ignoring the crisis of climate change is putting the Lord Our God to the test—a test we’re not going to pass.

No question about it: there are divisions within our family. There are people in North Java who think attending Holy Family Catholic parish gets you a ticket to hell. This is simply cruel and a lie. My former parish where I had the humble privilege to serve as shepherd for 12 years are the most generous, compassionate and hard-working farm families in Wyoming County. If your Catholic parish is closing or you are searching for a loving faith community, take yourself to North Java and experience the love of Jesus first hand. Everyone smiles and greets one another at the door and gives you a cup of coffee after the service and asks what can I do for you this week. One more thing, the children in Wyoming county all want to church  because Renee their religious teacher, is the most, fun, dynamic and enthusiastic religious education teacher bringing those kids closer to Jesus every Sunday. Get the word out, bring your kids to Renee and meet Jesus.

Whether we’re arguing public policy, church doctrine, or if it’s just a squabble between a parent and a child or a couple of in-laws, each of us thinks we’re arguing from the moral high ground. Our challenge should always be to discern if we’re arguing in obedience to Christ Jesus or from our own pride and stubbornness. Is our indignation born out of faith or a desire to maintain a tribal loyalty? Are we trying to help one another or cling to an ideal which no longer exists or even applies? 

What would Jesus do? Can we find it in ourselves to speak and fight for truth but do it out of love? Can there be controversy without contempt? Can we be unyielding without dehumanizing the person with whom we disagree? And are we willing to accept divisions without being complacent about them? 

Faith in Jesus has never guaranteed perfect harmony among believers. Just check out the New Testament if you don’t believe me—it’s full of family squabbles. But the beautiful thing is that in Christ, our squabbles can still be full of compassion.

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends, especially those who attend Holy Family in North Java, Holy Mother of the Rosary Cathedral n Lancaster, Holy Trinity in Woodlawn, Divine Mercy in Las Vergas, St. Jude the Apostle in San Antonia and all those churches who are held in contempt by the bias and prejudice of their neighbors. Bless them for their courage, perseverance and faith in your love for one another and all their neighbors.

 

Fear or Faith Which one is it going to Be?

 

I’m not saying there isn’t plenty to worry about these days. In the reading this morning, Abram is worrying that God won’t ever come through on his promise. He and his missus Sarai have been planning for and expecting a baby, but one just isn’t forthcoming. Abe’s getting discouraged, and his big fear is he will never achieve the desire of his heart—a son and heir. God reassures the old boy that he’ll get what he wants. It’s just not going to be right away. So Abe says, “Okay,” and the Lord reckons it to him as righteousness.

If you’re ever wondering what righteousness looks like, there it is. It’s faith. Not mere assent to a doctrine, but the living belief that it’s the Father’s good pleasure to give us what we need (although not always what we want!). Our baptism is a reminder of God’s grace and goodness. It’s the reminder that we matter to God so we can operate out of faith and not out of fear.

After all, there are really only two ways to live: by faith or by fear. Some may suggest there’s a third way—manly self-reliance. I’m not so sure that’s going to work when your company downsizes you or you or your family member gets a life-changing diagnosis. You’ll be looking to rely on something more than yourself. No. It’s pretty much faith or fear. And we have to decide how we’re going to live.

In our Gospel story, Jesus’ admonition to live fearlessly comes with a pretty scary suggestion. Who wants to sell everything they have and give the money to the poor? Shouldn’t you be saving a little something in case of a stock market collapse or a hurricane or the zombie apocalypse? I think what the Lord is really challenging us to do here is get outside of ourselves. Fear is the result of self-preoccupation Jesus is urging us to pull our heads out and be part of the world around us. His suggestion about selling our possessions and giving to the poor is a recipe for faithful living. When we transfer some of the blessings God gave us to others—be it through donation of our cash or the donation of our time as volunteers—we’re making two statements of faith. First, we’re saying that we’re going to get along just fine on what’s left over. If we give ten bucks to the Charotte Comfort Home (hospice in North Java), we won’t be ten bucks short at the end of the pay period. We made a choice to trust in God for our own preservation. Second, we’ve said through our gift or volunteering that what we’ve done will matter. We believe someone’s life is going to be just that much better because we’ve reallocated some of our own blessings for the benefit of others.

Another part of this Gospel lesson is a parable Jesus teaches about servants (that could be us) staying alert for the return of their master (that could be Jesus). There are two ways I think you could look at this. You could go the “end-of-the-world-is-coming-soon” rout and start interpreting every story you hear on the news as a harbinger of the Apocalypse, the Second Coming, the End Times, or whatever. That’s a sure-fire way to live in fear.

The other way to look at this is the Matthew 25 rout where Jesus tells us, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” What I mean is we should always be on the lookout for meeting Jesus. He could be present in a neighbor, a family member, someone in need, a panhandler on the street, or an immigrant behind the counter at Dunkin Donuts. Any chance encounter might be an opportunity to draw closer to God by drawing closer to the ones around us.

Finally, the last part of this Gospel lesson is a weird kind of warning. Yes, if the homeowner knew what hour the thief was coming, he’d have met the guy at the window with a loaded Smith & Wesson. The problem is, we don’t know when stuff is going to happen. Like the arrival of a baby, life-changing moments occur, and we can’t always control them. So, it’s not about what happens, but about how we react. You can live in fear and sit at home all night with your Smith & Wesson on your lap just in case a burglar should try to break in, or you can go out among fellow human beings, risk loving them, and find your purpose.

Fear? Faith? Which one is it going to be?

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends that we choose to live in faith and focus our resources on lifting a helping hand to anyone who needs our help today. Maybe you like to volunteer at an animal shelter or my wife Sue reported there are lots of kittens at the shelter who need a loving home. If interested in adopting a kitten contact: info@vol4animals.org –or call (585)343-6410 option 7

 

 

What's in Your Barn?

 

Once there was a man who was richly blessed by God. Everything he touched, it seemed, turned to gold. After receiving news of yet another incredible windfall, he said to himself, “What in the world am I going to do with all this money?” He thought long and hard about what he should do and he finally came up with how to invest his money in a way that would bring even more to his richly blessed life. He summoned his accountants and managers and said to them, “I have been blessed above most people I know and now I have more money than I ever dreamed of. I have decided how I want to invest this money to make even more. I want to put everything I own – except for enough to live on in a simple way – into a charitable foundation. Each year half this money is to be given to organizations that feed the hungry and the other half to assist prisoners who desire to transition to a life free from crime.”

Then the rich man who became poor to become rich said to himself, “I have been blessed beyond anything I ever imagined and now I am blessed even more.” And God said to him, “My son, you have many good things stored up, come now and rest in the joy of your God!”

A dad shared this story about his oldest son when he was just a young lad. His little boy enjoyed Saturday morning cartoons. This dad noticed that his son had a kind of mantra that he repeated during the commercials. He would watch commercials wide eyed and say, “I would like one of those.” He would repeat this many times during the morning and the result was a desire to “have stuff.” Dad and son would visit stores his son went for the toy aisle and said to his dad, “I would like one of those,” turned into, “I need one of those.” The thing just kept growing. “I want more of those… and those… and those…” Dad thought of an old line you likely know well, “The only difference between men and boys is the size of their toys.”

So what’s in your barn these days?” I am trying to make sure there is a bit more of a heart for the hungry and homeless, the poor and dispossessed in my barn. In this past month, donations have been forwarded to Volunteers4Animals, Mother Cabrini Food Cupboard, Bethany House, Charlotte Comfort Home Hospice, Mary Cariola, Holy Childhood, CDS Life Transitions, Holy Family, St Jude and Divine Mercy Churches.

I’m considering how we can practice Jesus’ caution about the desire for more which feeds the desire for even more. What a wonderful day when we can pass on a new notion. Instead of “I would like one of those,” I can hear our children saying, “I wonder who could use one of those!”

Have you inventoried your barn lately?

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends who are taking stock and looking at all the stuff they have accumulated in their attic, basement and rented storage pods. Give us the compassion and generosity to think “I wonder who could use one of these?” We have established a trust fund for our beautiful forest and streams that we call our home to be transferred to Brockport College as an environmental teaching nature center for future generations of faculty and students. We hope and pray that the college is willing to accept our gift and waiting for a positive response.

 

 

 

An Invitation

 

Don’t know your plans for this weekend, but I am inviting you to a special celebration. This Saturday morning at 11am, Robert Grizzell will be ordained a deacon at Holy Mother of the Rosary Cathedral located at 6298 Broadway Road In Lancaster, New York.

Robert is from San Antonia, Texas and he currently serves with Fr. Marcus the pastor at St. Jude’s National Catholic Church in San Antonia.

Robert is passionate about his full-time ministry as a hospice and hospital chaplain in Texas. He is wonderful model of a young person whose vocation is to serve the people of God and bring Our Lord’s healing.

Of course, his parishioners are not able to attend because of distance and expense. However, it would be a wonderful gesture of gratitude if the people of Buffalo came to attend this ceremony and congratulate this special man. 

In the Gospel, the disciples ask Jesus to teach them to pray. Most likely, when we pray it’s about our need for healing or a prayer for someone we know who needs God’s healing.

In a Harvard study, 90% of doctors think faith has a healing effect. 90%. Yet only 70% of the population thinks that. In other words, more doctors than patients believe in the power of faith. And, Lord, do we need your healing? For a body riddled with cancer, Lord, we need your healing. For heart loaded with grief, Lord, we need your healing. For a mind addicted to prescription medication, Lord, we need your healing. For a soul attached to gambling and drinking, Lord, we need your healing. For a heart restless in life, seeking purpose, never finding it, Lord, we need your healing. For a relationship broken and torn apart, Lord, we need your healing. Lord, we need your healing. Say it with me, “Lord, we need your healing.”

How does God heal? Sometimes, God works through miracles. Sometimes God heals through the faith of family and friends like the deaf man brought by his friends who ask Jesus to heal him. He's healed because of them. Their faith. Sometimes God heals through the faith of the people around us. God heals through doctors and medicine. And of course, sometimes God heals through time.

Cleric Robert ministers daily with people in need of healing from their physical and emotional pain. No one fully understands how God heals or God's timing or even all of his ways. We don't always know how. We can't fully explain why. If something doesn't work right, if it's broken, you take it to the one who can fix it, right? Jesus is the Great Physician. The one who made you. The one who will make you whole. His name is Healer.

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends, help each person to identify an area of their life that needs healing, the healing touch of Jesus.

Yes, you have summer plans but if you like to experience a healing moment, I welcome you to join me to attend the ordination of Deacon Robert. There will be a reception in the parish hall following his ordination. See you Saturday, fr. matt

 

Hospitality

 

In the Gospel, Jesus is paying a little house call on the sisters Martha and Mary. Both ladies welcome him and his disciples, but Martha heads to the kitchen to prepare something for Jesus and his buddies to eat, while Mary keeps Jesus and the other guys company. Both are good hostesses, even if Martha gets a bit bent out of shape because she’s doing the work while Mary sits around. Jesus gently scolds Martha for picking on her sister. After all, haven’t we all been to a dinner party where the hostess was so busy preparing for her guests that she’s had no time to enjoy their company?

Hospitality is one of the key ingredients that keeps people coming back to church each week. I remember the annual parish picnics in North Java especially after the people built a new playground for the kids in town. Today’s Sonshine photo shows the proud parishioners, parents and their children smiling in front of the swings and slides.

Sadly, it appears hospitality in this country is slipping or better fallen off a cliff because of the current anti-immigrant “round ‘em up and ship ‘em out” attitude towards immigrants in the United States.

I read this week the statement by the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Miami, Thomas Wenski concerning the detention facility Homeland Security has constructed in the Florida Everglades known as Alligator Alcatraz. This is a facility designed with the purpose of detaining up to 5,000 individuals whose only crime may be that they entered this country illegally. The structures are overcrowded tents which provide little protection from the intense heat and mosquitoes and no protection at all from flooding rains or hurricanes. The facility opened on the third of this month and there have already been complaints about insufficient food, limited access to water, and restrictions against visiting clergy.

Archbishop Wenski noted on the archdiocese’s website:

"We have a detention center in the middle of the jungle, surrounded by snakes, alligators, mosquitoes, and more. It is an inhumane situation…It is insulting that those who should know better are mocking the misery of their brothers and sisters. We are all brothers and sisters, and no one should ridicule the suffering of other people. Even the name 'Alligator Alcatraz' is a cruel mockery of the pain those people endure.”

I can’t say I have the answer to America’s immigration problem, but I know indiscriminately arresting and incarcerating any or all undocumented individuals—especially in dangerous or unhealthy detention centers—is not the answer.

Jesus said. “I was a stranger, and you welcomed me.” Martha shared what she had when thirteen hungry guests who showed up at her door. Mary gave them her loving attention. To dehumanize others cannot possibly be to our benefit and it certainly is not being the best Catholic we can be.

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends, keep safe and protect from harm all our Latino our brothers and sisters and their children. As Christians, we are called to love our neighbor as ourselves when, like Our Lord, we show them mercy.

 

Gratitude Letter

 

 

Dear Steve:

On July 16^th, I have been invited to give a presentation to the American Red Cross on the topic: “The Power of Gratitude.” One exercise includes writing a gratitude letter to focus attention on people in your life who have impacted your life in a positive way. This is my letter of thanks for a long-time Sonshine friend Steve.

 

Once again, I had another breakdown of equipment in our home. This time it was the water conditional system that purifies our water from sulfur and other harmful chemicals in the soil. And sure enough, a phone call to Steve from Total Water Care in Newark was the answer. It was on February 3, 2012 that I first contacted Steve to install a water system that continues to give us sparkling clean, tasty water from our well.

 

I enjoy listening to Steve about his family and work with his clients to keep their water safe from harmful chemicals. He is a man of integrity and deep faith in God. He has outstanding knowledge of water serving our country onboard submarines. I am grateful for his service to our country.  When he returned from service, he became an expert in water systems. But our real bond is our love for hockey. We still have hope that one day the Buffalo Sabres climb out of the cellar in their division and make the playoffs for a crack at the Stanley Cup.  

 

Your compassionate heart and prayerful spirit in working with all your clients is an inspiration to me and all your family and community. I am humbled by your generosity and admire your expertise to repair water systems and improve the quality of water to make it safe to drink in our homes.

 

You have taught this priest to be persistent, to be a compassionate mentor to all my family, community and Sonshine Friends. You are still teaching which includes myself to persevere in prayer and wisdom, and I am humbly grateful. Keep me always updated on how I can be of further support to you and all your family. 

 

May the Good Lord and Our Lady of Gaudeloupe protect you and your family and keep you healthy and safe,

Father Matt

 

Lord I pray for all my Sonshine Friends that they know how grateful I am for their devotion to prayer and their loyality for the past 25 years in reviewing these reflections to be the best Christians they can be with the help of God. Why not write a Gratitude Letter to someone you know who has made a difference in your life.

 

 

 

 

 

Independence Reflection

 

I always love the Fourth of July. For me, fireworks never get old. They’re kind of like chocolate chip cookies. No matter how often I experience them, they always make me smile. And, like everybody else, I like a good celebration. As a kid, the Fourth was a time to eat hotdogs and gather in our backyard after dark and watch the fireworks that were set off from our local ballpark ten minutes from our home. Today I look at the Fourth a bit differently.

I rejoice for my country even as I mourn for her. I feel deeply for America on her birthday. I guess I rejoice we’ve made this experiment in democratic government work for 249 years. I rejoice that we’ve always had the ability to course correct. Those brave 18^th century gentlemen who fought our war of Revolution won independence but, when all the dust settled, found a new nation deeply in debt with farms and towns ruined and a diverse population which knew what form of government it didn’t want but wasn’t quite sure about the form it did want. Nevertheless, they rolled up their ragged sleeves and created a nation. Our ancestors formed an egalitarian government, established civil rights, abolished slavery (at a pretty high and bloody cost), built cities and infrastructure, created social safety nets, defeated fascism in Europe, and generously exported the produce of our God-given prosperity to people around the world.

And, of course, we’ve made a boatload of mistakes along the way. Some of them rather recently in my view.

I mourn when I consider wars we’ve engaged in which could and should have been avoided. I mourn for our veterans and pray they receive the care they deserve. I grieve to think of the vast and growing income inequality in our nation. I shake my uncomprehending head at the persistence of gun violence. I fret over our broken immigration system and our current epidemic of xenophobia. I sigh helplessly for those affected by climate disasters and I worry how we can continue to rebuild when floods, hurricanes, tornados and wildfires seem so relentless and so many in government seem so unconcerned about the causes of these tragedies.

But I really want to find reasons to celebrate.

When Jesus sent out his seventy-member advance team he sent them out on faith. They didn’t have a bankroll or a credit card. He knew—and they knew too—that the world was a dangerous place. They were sent out like lambs in the midst of wolves. Nevertheless, they went forward believing that God was with them. They went ahead trusting in both God’s providence and their mission as servants. They were commissioned by Jesus to bring tidings of peace to the poor and healing to the sick. They did what was asked of them, and they returned with joy.

As we observe this 249^th anniversary of America’s independence, how shall we go forward? I’d like to suggest a slight reimagining of the American Dream. So far, that dream has been to own a home and be financially better off than the previous generation. Maybe we need to think a little more like servants. Maybe we should dream that everyone in America has a roof over their heads, and those roofs will be secure from the ravages of a ungovernable nature. Everyone will have enough to eat. Everyone will be safe on the streets where they live. All the sick and elderly will have the care they need and deserve, and our nation will continue to work for peace and prosperity for all the families of the earth.

Lord, I pray for all my Sonshine Friends that we may feel like sheep among wolves, but God is still on the throne, our nation and our democracy still exist, and our command from Christ to serve is still in force. There is still reason to celebrate.