tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55099986376723627552024-03-12T18:31:43.893-07:00Printed as Preached137. The homily has special importance due to its eucharistic context: it surpasses all forms of catechesis as the supreme moment in the dialogue between God and his people which lead up to sacramental communion. The homily takes up once more the dialogue which the Lord has already established with his people. EVANGELII GAUDIUMFather Cávana Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194706369509512311noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509998637672362755.post-55588516223411279312022-09-10T13:44:00.004-07:002023-07-06T11:42:55.164-07:0024c<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eW-CbtqrOtE/V9SSSgiTGhI/AAAAAAAACWs/rAWQ909gG0caWZApWmTkUqrj07JCOTjzQCK4B/s1600/iamge.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eW-CbtqrOtE/V9SSSgiTGhI/AAAAAAAACWs/rAWQ909gG0caWZApWmTkUqrj07JCOTjzQCK4B/s400/iamge.jpeg" width="400" /></a> </p><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Luke 15: 11-24. 24th Sunday)</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Many commentators on this parable tried to speculate about who the younger son and the older son where. Different scenarios are often proposed. The older son could have represented the chosen people -the younger son, the Gentiles. Others might see in the parable some resemblance of old family feuds, such as between Cain and Abel, or Isaac and Ishmael. Even in today's heated political climate, some might be tempted to interpret this parable about two opposing political and sociological ideologies! However, the more we reflect on this parable we will come to recognize that Jesus is speaking to us directly, to you and to me.</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The younger son we can identify with. It is when we think that the grass is always greener on the other side -- that in order to experience life we have to get away from it all, to enjoy the world. The younger son represents times in our lives when we have been reckless, impulsive with our sights set on unrealistic expectations and without reflection or appreciation for the blessings, gifts and even the securities that we already have, we have often taken for granted.</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We can also identify with the older son. He is the one who is loyal, dependable and who carries out his duty. At first glance these seem to be commendable qualities. But then we discover that there is no love or affection in him for his younger brother. He shows himself to be resentful and angry. Even his relationship with his father seems lacking in warmth or affection.</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As reckless as the younger son is by leaving the security of his home and family, he still remembers the love of his father. In getting ready to return he makes an examination of conscience which is born, not from a feeling of guilt, but by “coming to his senses”. Finally he can see his life and his relationships as they truly are. In this light he truly knows what he is lacking and in his moment of isolation and darkness, he is resolved to return home and work on his relationship with his father which he has in the past taken so much for granted.</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of course, this is a parable about you and me and our relationship with God, our heavenly Father. It tells our story of all the times we have been foolish and turned our back on the God who loves us. It demonstrates that we have so often sought the things of this world as a type of food to nourish our soul instead of the things of heaven. And even from the perspective of the older brother, we must reflect on how often we have hid behind the walls of duty and self-righteousness as a way to excuse arrogance, anger and pride.</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Whether we identify with the younger son or the older son or both, what unites us is our common Father. Remarkably he welcomes back to one who wasted the gifts he was given. He also pleads for reconciliation between the siblings. But most importantly this loving father gives both his children the opportunity to join in a feast, a banquet in which the fattened calf, which represents Christ himself, has been sacrificed as the true food which alone can provide the people of God the true source of reconciliation and family unity.</span></div><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We are not told if the two brothers ever reconciled, embraced and celebrated together the banquet meal prepared for them by their father. How the story will ultimately conclude could depend on each one of us.</span></div><span><br /></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This holy banquet is now prepared. Before approaching this sacrificial meal, our blessed Lord reminds us that we must be first reconciled with God from our sins and with each other of our offenses.</span></div><span><br /></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even though we are leaving summer behind, there are countless opportunities to confess our sins, and be reconciled with our heavenly Father and through Him to each other, if we respond to our father's plea to share our table with all our family of saints and sinners. This way we know that we have a place at the wedding banquet of the Son of God who continues to search out for and find the lost, the neglected, the reckless and the angry, and bring them home to safety.</span></div>Father Cávana Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194706369509512311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509998637672362755.post-47066580794751092762022-08-13T12:51:00.001-07:002023-07-06T12:02:26.627-07:0020c<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJGQDTmB_MA/V6-4vzUIN0I/AAAAAAAACVE/PJDu3XFoVBET9WzurFFWQFdOhKPKL0WEgCLcB/s320/920x920.jpg" width="320" /></div><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-f983df03-7fff-e5cb-44bd-d705e1c8aa6e" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-f983df03-7fff-e5cb-44bd-d705e1c8aa6e" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fire can be as dangerous as it is </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">beautiful and useful</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> as it is mysterious. From the burning bush to the tongues of fire on the day of Pentecost, throughout the Scriptures, its language is rich and often used to reflect the nature of God (CCC 696). (c.f the Seraphim) Our own experience of the summer </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">California wildfires</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> touches us in a particular way. Many of us still have vivid memories of the fires of 2008 that surrounded us on three sides, provoking mass evacuations, destroying many homes and livelihoods.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">no consolation</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> when we hear Our Blessed Lord saying in the gospel today, “I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing” and the cause of households divided against themselves, family members betraying each other's trust. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For example, sometimes it’s easy to understand the unintended tensions unleashed within a family to events such as </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">funerals, weddings and</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> even who gets invited and who doesn't to a family Thanksgiving dinner. But </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">the fuse</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> of this particular stick of dynamite has been lit by the Lord himself. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">How do we understand this </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">apparent “violence”</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> with the image we must also have of Christ as the Good Shepherd and the Prince of Peace?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We must first consider when St. Luke wrote his Gospel message. It was probably written not long after the </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">great fire of Rome in 64 A.D</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. The rumor was that the Emperor Nero had himself lit the match that destroyed much of the city so that he could begin a new massive building project. This is how a pagan historian, who survived the fire, described the aftermath.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Consequently, to get rid of the report [that he started the fire], Nero fastened the guilt and inflicted the most creative tortures on a class of people hated for their abominations, called Christians by the common people … Mockery of every sort was added to their deaths...they were torn to death by dogs, or they were crucified on crosses, or were doomed to the flames and burnt, to serve as human torches when nighttime illumination was needed." Tacitus, Annals XV.44</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The early Christians, in the light of those “current events” would have, no doubt, listened to today’s Gospel and found in it an assurance that </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our Lord himself experienced the fire of hell. But he transformed it into the fire of heaven</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Abandoned by his own disciples, betrayed by the very ones he considered family, Christ shared in the anguish of persecuted Christians as non-believers betrayed friends and family when Roman soldiers came knocking on the door. But he rose triumphantly from the dead.</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes, oftentimes we will get burnt (and it stings more when it is from family or friends), and we will scream and call out in anger and in anguish. But as painful as it often is, abandoning ourselves to the grace that comes from the suffering of Christ, let us pray that we may never mistake the purifying fire of heaven with the destructive fires of hell. One fire attracts us to the warmth of Christ. The other fire puts us in harm's way. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There lies the virtue of Christian hope that must triumph over every temptation to despair. For the Christian, despite the past hurts in our own day, we should always look forward to Sunday. The Lord’s Day who promises us that the best days are ahead of us. As St. Paul reminded us in the second reading, my same message is: we must “persevere in running the race that lies </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">before us</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> while keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 16px; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">20th Sunday of Ordinary Time </span></div>Father Cávana Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194706369509512311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509998637672362755.post-39682371266735265922022-07-22T12:23:00.003-07:002023-07-06T12:03:12.649-07:0010c<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY2slmrjuH0/V5Jm5emKKsI/AAAAAAAACTk/E9er9ZWgKHUqN_DnINt5nCvr9_YLVLrkwCK4B/s1600/prayer.jpg" style="display: inline; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY2slmrjuH0/V5Jm5emKKsI/AAAAAAAACTk/E9er9ZWgKHUqN_DnINt5nCvr9_YLVLrkwCK4B/s320/prayer.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><p></p><p><span face="".SFUI-Semibold"" style="font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;">Gospel</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Semibold"" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;">Luke 11:1–13</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 21px 0px 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular"">Jesus was praying in a certain place, and when he had finished, one of his disciples said to him, “Lord, teach us to pray just as John taught his disciples.” He said to them, “When you pray, say:</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular"">Father, hallowed be your name,</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""> your kingdom come.</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""> Give us each day our daily bread</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""> and forgive us our sins</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""> for we ourselves forgive everyone in debt to us,</span></p>
<p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""> and do not subject us to the final test.”</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Watching him pray, his disciples could see that Our Blessed Lord was intimately in touch with heaven. In a way it was “written all over his face”, but this was more noticeable when the Lord would go to "certain places" to be alone in prayer. </span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For example, this is what you do when you come in early and sit in the church, when you look around and gaze at the sacred images wondering how they might reflect a little glimpse of heaven in our direction. Prayer is when we light a candle, and our focus becomes, not inward, but reaching out through the darkness of this world to the beyond. Prayer is following the trail of incense as it drifts upward to heaven. It is the words of scripture, which are presented in the selected passages from the bible, or have been weaved together into conversations with God, which we have come to know by heart, or try to make our own. Prayer is the raising of the heart and soul, reaching out to heaven.</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first place for prayer is actually not here in the church building. It’s at home in your own house. We come to the church to give thanks to God for all the blessings we have received during this past week, and we offer our prayers and sacrifices to God for our own good and the good of all his holy Church as we begin another week.</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But, every day, our homes are sacred places. It is there we are to find a place to pray every day. But increasingly our homes can become noisy places, cluttered places, and busy places. This is why it is always good that there be a sacred space in your home, a place where you can withdraw to, to bring the family around, to pray especially the familiar sacred words that have been passed down to us from generation to generation, and where our minds can focus on the sights and sounds of heaven. And even to ask, “Lord, teach us to pray”.</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Christ does teach us how to pray. In fact, he gives us a formula, a template, and words to say. “Our Father, who art in heaven…” - Listen to them as if the Lord himself were teaching you these words, asking you to ponder on the deep meaning that each verse has for all of us and every time we bring these divine words to our mind and lips, to allow them to sink deeper and deeper into our soul.</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we ask Christ to teach us to pray, consider who taught him! As he grew up, Mary would have helped him to say his first words, how to read the scriptures, how to pray according to the tradition of the Chosen People. In her teenage years her own words to the angel, “Be it done unto me, according to thy will”, seem to echo through the verse of the Lord’s Prayer, “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven”. And when Christ was alone in the garden of Gethsemane, hours, I’m sure he thought of his mother and her words to the angel message thirty years ago he himself prayed to his Father, “Not my will, but Thine be done.”</span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular""><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Prayer is not a nicety of Christian life; it is allowing Christ to pray through us, so that his words become our own. In this Holy Mass, let our prayer be united with Calvary in the greatest prayer that ever reached heaven.</span></p>Father Cávana Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194706369509512311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509998637672362755.post-85821197697935187892022-07-16T15:20:00.003-07:002023-07-06T12:03:51.622-07:0016c<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn8S9w7wHlU/VuTDCaFAuDI/AAAAAAAACI8/q3AYeJ0oGmUxlOLTDpWivKh1M1qn9Q1TgCKgB/s1600/friend.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn8S9w7wHlU/VuTDCaFAuDI/AAAAAAAACI8/q3AYeJ0oGmUxlOLTDpWivKh1M1qn9Q1TgCKgB/s1600/friend.jpg" /></a></div><p> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;">Luke 10:38–42</span></p><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span face="".SFUI-Regular"" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i>Jesus entered a village where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him. She had a sister named Mary who sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak. Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me.” The Lord said to her in reply, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.”</i></span></p><p style="font-family: "System Font"; font-size: 21px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The image that comes to mind after reading the Gospel which speaks of the two sisters Martha and Mary is that of one who is concerned with the needs of guests and the other who sits at the feet of the Lord listening to his voice. When the Lord told Martha that she was anxious about too many things and her sister Mary had chosen the better part by listening, the Gospel does not share with us how she reacted. If we presumed by the tone of Martha’s complaint to the Lord that there was tension between the two sisters over the demands of catering for visitors we would miss the point.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Instead, to offer us a greater insight into a bigger picture to contemplate, the Church has given us an appetizer, so to speak, in the form of the First Reading – the visitation of the three mysterious guests to the tent of Abraham (Gn. 18:1-10a). On the surface one can easily recognize the demands of hospitality and generosity evident as a theme to this Old Testament event. This may also provide us with a reflection on the corporal works of mercy demonstrated by feeding the hungry and giving drink to the thirsty.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But for the Christian when we look back to these events through the lens of faith, we can see in Abraham’s remarkable hospitality and Sarah’s listening attentively behind the scenes, a “dress rehearsal” for the Annunciation when the Virgin Mary was told by the angel she would bear a son whose name would be Jesus.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When the Virgin Mary gave birth to Jesus, God was “enfleshed” (i.e. incarnated) in humanity in every way except sin. God experienced human hunger and thirst. We saw this spelt out clearly when Christ was in the desert fasting. We are told that he was hungry. Now, we find him being fed by the love and generosity of family and friends.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Martha provides a valuable service to God. It is by her sacrifice and acts of charity that she nourishes the Lord’s body, providing him with the necessary sustenance so that he might continue his journey. This gives Christ the strength of mind and body in order to accomplish his mission. He will need this strength in order to carry the cross. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But when Martha complains that she finds herself alone in her work, Christ reminds her, as he does us, in more words than one, that a time will come when there will be no need to feed the physical body – a time will come when it will be transformed and fed by the very presence of God. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Remember Christ’s words while he was being tempted by Satan in the desert, “Man does not live by bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God”. However, Mary the sister of Martha also provided us with a glimpse of hunger, not of a body for food, but of a soul hungry for God. In the words of St. Augustine, Martha’s sister “was eating the one she was listening to…because he was the one who said ‘I am the Bread come down from heaven’. This is the bread which nourishes and never diminishes”.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After the consecration, what we perceive with our natural eyes as bread and wine, the heavenly angels from their perspective see the glorious body of the living Christ. It is for this reason that this Blessed Sacrament is called the “Bread of Angels”. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Today’s Gospel allows us to imitate Martha’s generosity in preparing the table and the offerings needed to celebrate this holy banquet and accomplish works of charity. Martha’s sister, Mary, will then show us how our attention must be drawn, not to our own kindness or anything that we can do or accomplish, but to Christ’s who, out of his eternal sacrifice and generosity, gives us himself as the true Bread that has come down from Heaven. And there is enough food for everyone to feast on! </span></span></span></div></span>Father Cávana Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194706369509512311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509998637672362755.post-47471604763292962052022-07-16T15:15:00.003-07:002023-07-06T12:04:45.499-07:00USMC Prayer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="745" data-original-width="1112" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK3-LOzHkjii6RJwA4ILQ-H6lVIrNukA8ROsdmoH3ElGdLURazPFi0LmE9JerjAa_78wMtN6EAQ0wyn4keUzCu_oJkRvkRGh__OOwgMrtVhg33F6_lR126lX-RK2cAtEFJor7AASh8I9et_bcrLAIbeAKAqAvCsHmZnCsoe4SEPo-wd6p0AabdsuMy/s320/6640776F-1004-4A14-84A2-2642376D8723.jpeg" width="320" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;">Invocation Prayer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Retirement Ceremony for </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Gunnery Sergeant Justin Lienemann USMC</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Marine Corp Recruitment Depot, </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">San Diego</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">June 24th 2022</span></div><p></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">God, creator and sustainer of all that exists. When you unlocked the gates of time, from that first moment of our conception, one by one you called us forth as a son or daughter made in your image, to a place and for a purpose, and into the unfolding of history, not only of this great nation, but of the whole world. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But your work is never done, you never retire from your duty to sustain, protect and nourish all that is good. And as long as we have breath, neither can we, for your presence, without beginning or end, resonates deep within us. For out of the depths we breathe, we sing and send forth our own music, unique in all creation that even the angels on high pause to listen. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That we might carry your note faithfully, you embodied yourself, untainted, in our flesh and blood. You taught us a new song, a battle hymn of a new kingdom, a kingdom of your justice and peace, of a restored creation worth fighting and worth dying for. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You marched, with us and ahead of us, step by step, encouraging us, up and down the ranks, with discipline and with food for the journey, commanding us not to give in to fear or despair, for at our side you keep us in true formation, of body and soul united, so that each of us, one by one, might reflect your power and glory. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">May we always take your lead, listen to your voice, tune the chords of our heart and the breath of our soul to your song even as we march through the blazing heat of the day or through a bitter valley of darkness.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For it is not the beating drum that beckons us forwards in hope, nor the distant echo of the tapps assuring us of true rest from the battle. Instead let it be the sound of your own beating heart Oh merciful God, the eternal song of the Savior’s love and the prayer of a mother for her children that they return home safely. Only then can we all retire, after the final battle is won and a victory celebration begun through Christ our Lord. Amen. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Father Cávana G. Wallace</span></p>Father Cávana Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194706369509512311noreply@blogger.com