Jul 24, 2020

Field Service

This week’s Sunday Gospel: Matthew 13:44–46

Jesus said to his disciples: “The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure buried in a field, which a person finds and hides again, and out of joy goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant searching for fine pearls. When he finds a pearl of great price, he goes and sells all that he has and buys it.”

Pastor’s Message

As we are now offering the Mass in the outside setting of the piazza in the morning and evening throughout the week, we are naturally exposed to the elements trying to figure out how we got here. We might as well be sitting in the middle of a field. In fact we are! 

Hearing Confessions during the week while sitting in my designated place behind the church, hugging the shade, I noticed the rabbits scurrying up the hill, the lizards darting across the pathway and a battalion of ants marching across the confessional screen! 

If you are sitting in the piazza during Mass, like me you will also hear the neighbor’s dog barking, the siren from a fire truck whizzing by, see birds perched on the roof catching flying insects in midair, and children playing with twigs and bits of bark or mulch. Yes, indeed. We are in a field - there is no escaping it! We may call it the “new” normal. But maybe, it is the real normal. 

It is worth reflecting upon that our Christian faith and spirituality was not brewed inside a laboratory or produced from a classroom project. Nor is it the fruit of philosophical thinking pondered in an ivory tower. Our Faith, like a seed, has been planted into the raw and untidy soil of our human experience, where the weeds grow with the wheat. The Son of God was born in a field. Shepherds were the first to seek Him. 

This language of a field is common to many of us. A field exercise is the place of testing of physical endurance for our marines. The battlefield is that place where we strategically and spiritually wrestle with vice and virtue. The field hospital is a passing oasis in a storm of conflict and confusion. The invisible field is that energy of unseen power permeating through the cosmos that holds all things together that we attempt to reach out to tap into and utilize. Our own field is that familiar place of our expertise we seldom like to venture outside of. 

No matter what field we find ourselves in, Christ the gardener has planted a seed, a pearl of great price - His life, hidden in the undergrowth, buried in places unexpected, deeply rooted in the soil, often unnoticed and even walked over by the unsuspecting passersby as we hurry for cover inside buildings and fortifications. His life and presence is often right before our eyes and under our feet without us knowing. 

As He reminds us in the Sunday Gospel for this week which we might describe as the “Hide and Seek God”, in order to discover this holy hidden treasure, we have to dig deep in a field we are often unfamiliar with. And when we do so at His prompting, and to then find in that secret place, it’s possible, without any sermon at Mass in the piazza, to see our whole landscape around us preach of His life, death and resurrection. 

As Joseph Plunket, an Irish poet (and rebel) wrote one hundred years ago:

I see his blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of his eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows,

His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;

The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but his voice—and carven by his power

Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,

His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

His cross is every tree.

In grateful thanks to God for your sacrifices, patience and courage during these challenging times. 

Father Cávana Wallace


P. S. 

Our parish young adults are teaming up with a group of young marines to distribute food to the vulnerable and homeless around Oceanside. Please consider, once again, bringing non-perishable and sealed food items, as well as bottled water, to the church if and when you visit. They can be placed inside the doors or at St. Joseph’s Altar. Thank you. 

Present legal restrictions due to the pandemic do not allow any outside or inside gatherings on church grounds, except for “outside worship services” and with particular limitations. As we have already been offering online home religious education programs for children in the past, we will be sending out details soon regarding registration for the upcoming “academic year”. 

Jul 17, 2020

Bodies and Antibodies

Pastor’s Reflection on Matthew 13:24–30 for the week of July 19, 2020

Those who listened to Jesus speak about weeds growing among wheat were people who depended on the land and its produce for survival. Even to this day, many of the political and religious conflicts of the Middle East stem from who controls the land and its produce. 

The weeds Jesus talked about were “cockle-seed”. In its early stages, it looks very much like wheat and even to the farmer, it is practically impossible to tell the two apart. If, however, any part of the root or stem makes its way into the grain supply in large numbers, because of its toxicity, it can have disastrous effects on any product with wheat. 

As with every parable spoken to us by Christ, this one is loaded, packed and layered with so much to reflect on. His illustration of the weeds and wheat having to grow alongside until harvest time doesn't need much explanation. We get the point. But too often, we fail to apply it to our own lives. 

This might be because, simply put, we tend to think of ourselves as problem solvers. We don't like to sit on the fence and allow complex and unpredictable situations to unravel freely.  When Our Lord had the landowner ask where the weeds came from, maybe it was one of us who jumped up first and yelled, “Aha! An enemy has done this.” And so, conspiracy theories are born and we rush out where even angels dare not to tread!

“Do you want us to go and pull out the weeds”, the servants said to the landowner. “No! That type of attitude [and I’m paraphrasing] will cause more damage than good. For now, you have to allow them to grow together, taking whatever steps not to get tangled up in the weeds. And anyway, Our Lord reminds his servants, “you’re not qualified to make that judgment call.” It takes a trained harvester, angels of God, to distinguish the saint from the sinner. This might make us reflect that, for the foreseeable future, we all might have to live with many of the restrictions we are forced to accept as part of our present landscape. 

I see weeds and wheat growing together in the rich soil of many an individual’s life, in each one of us. They grow together within the tensions and challenges of this pandemic. They grow within the fabric of family life, in relationships of marriage and between friends, and yes, even within the structures of government.

But I also see the incredible patience of those who live with sickness or a disease, or with the fear of living with an underlying health condition. I have come to admire the patience of parents with screaming babies, or the dedication and sacrifices made by families who look after a child with special needs, or have a loved one struggling with addiction or depression. I am encouraged by those who are not afraid to climb out of their painted flower pot and enter into the ever expanding field or into a formidable forest, befriending those they meet along the way as Christ did, not afraid of saints and sinners.

We all live with weeds and wheat in our own lives, and yes, often there is a tension between the two. But Christ himself is the Lord of the Harvest which will come in due time, His own time. He will not allow any of us to force his hand. Instead, as today’s Sunday psalm reminds us, we should join our voice to the psalmist and pray “You, O LORD, are a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in kindness and fidelity. Turn toward me, and have pity on me; give your strength to your servant.” (Psalm 84). And your patience.

Father Cávana Wallace


Jul 11, 2020

Getting Outside

“On that day, Jesus went out of the house and sat down by the sea. Such large crowds gathered around him that he had to get into a boat and sit down while the whole crowd stood along the shore. And he spoke to them at length in parables”. Matthew 13:1

Even though we find ourselves, more than ever, under lockdown or quarantined, Our Blessed Lord never allowed Himself to be held involuntarily under house arrest.  During His time on this earth, He was more of an outdoors-type rather than a stay-at-home guy! 

Often, we read of the many times Our Lord went down to the harbor, the shoreline, the crowded marketplaces and town squares where the crowds had gathered. He didn’t stand on the shore and look into the vastness of the ocean. Instead He gets into a boat (which is often used as a symbol of the Church), and from there, He looks at the whole crowd of humanity, upon the faces of everyone – yours and mine. Even though we may be wearing coverings over our mouth and nose, Christ’s look focuses on eyes. And what does He see?

Each face in the crowd, covered or uncovered, tells a story, a life.  Christ does not speak to a crowd. He speaks to the individual, to one’s soul.  For that reason, He often speaks in parables – coded language because not one of our lives is really the same. 

His parables can sometimes go over our head.  Sometimes they appear to be just nice stories, like storybook illustrations. But if we ask the Holy Spirit to open our minds and our souls to the Word of God, taking time to listen, to read His parables again and again, slowly, and carefully we will often see our lives somehow reflected in the images Christ creates in His illustrations. His parables can reach those unique moments in our lives when we know that He is speaking to me, individually, personally in the uniqueness of my life and circumstances. Christ is looking into my eyes, into my life!

Go back to that first line – “Jesus went out of the house”.  How did He get in the house to begin with? Was He escaping a “stay-at-home order”. The final verses of the previous chapter of this portion of the Gospel (take a look at it) tells us that Our Blessed Mother came to visit Him at that time. He had just completed a preaching mission. Maybe, after He had finished, Our Lord took His mother to a private house to spend some time with her.  And then the portion of the Gospel we read for this week picks up what happened next.   “On that day, Jesus went out of the house and sat down by the sea. Such large crowds gathered around… And he spoke to them at length in parables”

Having spent some quiet time with His Mother, which parable did He go on to speak to the crowd about? Open up your Bible and read Matthew 13: 1-23. It’s the Parable of the Sower and the Seeds. God is the sower and the Word of God as the seed! Could our Lord have been thinking of His Mother when He told the crowd that “But some seed fell on rich soil and produced fruit”?  For what do we say concerning Our Blessed Mother, “Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus”.  

While we are at home, read this portion of the Gospel and allow it to unmask the circumstances of your life right now. How does the Seed of God find you? What type of soil do you find your life rooted in right now? The Lord’s parable allows us to test our soil, the garden of our souls. 

If we are to hear God’s Word speaking to us in the secret of our lives, let us aim to do so by imitating Mary, who not only received and understood that Word, but who in turn gave that Word to the world so that we might hear Him speaking into the depths of and circumstances of our lives. He does so by first looking into our eyes, the windows of our soul, and addresses this parable to us. Sometimes, stay-at-home is not a bad thing after all, if we do so looking after our garden. 

Jul 2, 2020

Fourth of July

Every Fourth of July, we observe the anniversary of the writing and proclamation in 1776 of the Declaration of Independence. From the City of Brotherly Love, a new political experiment was born.  From there, it slowly made its way westward.  It would not be until 1849 that California would finally be admitted into the union of these United States of America.

It is well worth reflecting upon what was happening in California in 1776.  On that historic day when the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia announced the birth of the United States, the bells of six of the Californian Missions were already ringing throughout California.  These bells were announcing the beginning of Mass, the times for prayer and when food was served for anyone who was hungry.

Even today, these bells have been immortalized along the 600 miles of the El Camino Real that begins in San Diego, passes through the middle of our parish and stretches north to Sonoma, just north of San Francisco where Saint Junipero Serra was living and witnessing to the Gospel on that historic first 4th of July in 1776. 

His legacy is not the image of statues bearing his likeness. Rather, it is the endurance of the Mission churches he built in his effort to usher in the Kingdom of God. In their own lifespan, many of the Missions were burnt, torn down, set upon by mobs, even confiscated by the government. But today, they still stand as enduring and historical witnesses, despite the odds, continuing to communicate the Good News of Jesus Christ throughout California. 

Whether we are local, natives, out-of-staters, visitors or immigrants, we all owe our faith and our industrial ingenuity to the first missionaries and those who came before us. We are therefore duty-bound to be always grateful that we have found a home and a land where we have, at least in principle, the freedom to worship and pursuit of happiness. 

Today, in particular, even though we are far from perfect and we wrestle to understand divine providence, we are duty-bound to pray for our land, for the nation, and for our government.  

And let us also not forget all our brave men and women in uniform, both past and present. They often find themselves in the heat of the battle to save lives, to protect the innocent and to uphold our cherished values. They are joined today with those who are also helping us in the battle of an unseen enemy in the form of Covid 19. To that end, we also pray in gratitude for our nurses, doctors, medics and researchers and all those enlisted in the fight against the virus while caring and supporting those who are sick and have been weakened by this pandemic.  May the shield of St. Michael protect us and the remedies of St Raphael bring healing.

And may our nation, under the patronage of the most Immaculate Mary, Queen of Heaven and Earth, become a credible witness to the Good News of Christ Himself and the Kingdom of God to come. 

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