You’re a poet, and you don’t know it, but your feet sure show it: They’re long fellows and they smell like the dickens!
The assignments at St. Leo the Great School could be challenging, and by that I mean they often challenged us to get out of our comfort zones. They challenged us to think outside the box. They challenged us to try something new.
With widely varying results.
A homily for the Second Sunday of Lent, Feb. 28, 2021
Gn 22:1-2, 9a, 10-13, 15-18, Rom 8:31b-34, Mk 9:2-10
When was the last time you let yourself be wowed, be amazed, to have your socks knocked off?
We’ve all been in some degree of lockdown for about a year now, and there haven’t been a lot of opportunities or reasons for our jaws to drop. We do have Zoom, and we do have our small joys, but all in all, many of our lives these days are more humdrum than historic.
So:
When was the last time you let yourself be wowed, be amazed, to have your socks knocked off by Jesus?
A homily for the First Sunday of Lent, Feb. 21, 2021
Gn 9:8-15, 1 Pt 3:18-22, Mk 1:12-15
Chocolate and ice cream are not sinful.
Hot dogs and bologna are not evil.
Tuna casseroles are, but that’s a whole nuther kettle of fish.
As we mark the First Sunday of Lent 2021, we can concentrate on the little things we choose to “give up” or we can concentrate on the big things we really ought to be giving up. And the crosses of all sizes that we should be picking up.
A homily for the Sixth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Feb. 14, 2021
Lv 13:1-2, 44-46, 1 Cor 10:31—11:1, Mk 1:40-45
AMDG.
No, it’s not one of those cable news mesothelioma law firms.
AMDG — Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam — is Latin, meaning “for the greater glory of God.”
And while Saint Ignatius of Loyola’s reminder about the true purpose of our work and prayer and interaction as people sounds highfalutin’ — I mean, Latin and all that — it’s simple and meaningful.
A homily for the Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Feb. 7, 2021
Jb 7:1-4, 6-7, 1 Cor 9:16-19, 22-23, Mk 1:29-39
The cliché tells of the patience of Job, but today’s first reading sounds more like the whining of Eeyore, the tail-less donkey friend of Winnie-the-Pooh.
Is not man’s life on earth a drudgery? …
So I have been assigned months of misery,
and troubled nights have been allotted to me.
There’s heavy, and there’s soul-crushing. Then there’s this passage.
