A homily for the Twenty-Third Sunday in Ordinary Time, September 10, 2023
Ez 33:7-9, Rom 13:8-10, Mt 18:15-20
When I was in my late teens and early 20s, in the last quarter of the 20th century, I was a high-paid babysitter, maybe the highest-paid in New Jersey. It had little to do with me or some spectacular talent I may have had, and pretty much everything to do with my clientele.
I looked after the children of many one-percenters who knew the family whose name was on the side of the trucks of the construction company I worked for during my college summer breaks. Whose owner was one of my dad’s best friends. Thus, I was vouched for. And to them, I was William. Never Bill or Billy or Will or Willy.
Wow, that was a long trip for a setup. I hope that made sense.