A homily for the Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time, August 18, 2024
Prv 9:1-6, Eph 5:15-20, Jn 6:51-58
Here’s a story about how dense I can be sometimes.
The first time I heard the phrase “six-foot sub,” I wasn’t sure if the speaker was talking about a new Navy vessel or a second-string basketball player coming off the bench.
Yes, I knew what a submarine sandwich was (and is); Dad treated my brothers and me to No. 2s from Elsie’s, and later, from Joyce’s, at the start and end of every semester from first grade through high school graduation.
But those ham-and-capicola subs were one-person two-fisted concoctions at six inches, not crowd-feeders at six feet. I just couldn’t see it.
Besides, where would somebody get a roll that big, anyway? That’s a whole lotta bread.
