Where you are

A homily for the First Sunday of Advent, November 28, 2021

Jer 33:14-16, 1 Thes 3:12—4:2, Lk 21:25-28, 34-36

In 1965, John McPhee’s book profiling Bill Bradley, “A Sense of Where You Are,” hit the shelves.  In it, the then-student athlete at Princeton University explained how he was able to accurately fire a basketball through the hoop by maintaining, literally, a sense of where he was on the court.

Bradley, who distinguished himself as an Olympian, a New York Knick, a U.S. senator from New Jersey and a true statesman — among innumerable accomplishments — has kept that sense of where he is not only physically but emotionally, psychologically and spiritually throughout his life and career.

Advent challenges us to do the same.

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Monarch

A homily for The Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe

Dn 7:13-14, Rv 1:5-8, Jn 18:33b-37

If human kings throughout history had been one scintilla of the kind of king Jesus is, we Americans would not cringe at the thought of following a crowned head of state, let alone revering one.

But they weren’t, and we rebelled 2½ centuries ago, and we’re still a rebellious bunch. Empty seats in church are only one sign of many to make that point.

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Silver lining

A homily for the Thirty-Third Sunday in Ordinary Time, November 14, 2021

Dn 12:1-3, Heb 10:11-14, 18, Mk 13:24-32

Judy Garland sang it:

So always look for the silver lining
And try to find the sunny side of life

Today’s Scripture passages are none too sunny as we close out Ordinary Time and the year of Mark’s Gospel.

Frankly, “gloom and doom” only begin to categorize them.

So let’s look for the silver lining and the sunny side.

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Real value

A homily for the Thirty-Second Sunday in Ordinary Time, November 7, 2021

1 Kgs 17:10-16, Heb 9:24-28, Mk 12:38-44 or 12:41-44

Shortly after I started college, I turned my back on the church. Oh, I’d drop in occasionally to the Sunday evening everybody-sits-on-the-floor-around-the-guitarist Mass in the private dining rooms opposite the main cafeteria, but for the most part, I stopped being a church-goer.

I wasn’t being lazy, and I hadn’t lost my faith or sense of spirituality. (I wound up minoring in theology.) But I was annoyed at my home parish’s incredible preoccupation with money. Well, anyway, that’s how I perceived it.

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