Philippians 4: 4-7
Luke 3: 10-18
The parish I am assigned to, first built a facility that housed an elementary school, and middle school. Instead of building a church, they converted the school auditorium into a full time worship space.
When I was in formation to become a
deacon, we had a class on how to prepare and deliver homilies. Our instructor advised us to spend at least a
week in advance to prepare a good homily.
However, there are times when current events forces one to toss out the
long prepared text, and speak to what is happening right now.
A great tragedy has happened to our
neighbors south of here; to our fellow New Englander’s of Newtown, CT. There are many households in that town where
children’s beds lay empty and the grief is so great that you must feel it when
you come into the community. A sadness
magnified because of the season we are in right now, a season that is suppose
to be full of lights and joy, especially for children. And there must be strong feelings being
stirred amongst all of us here today, because of what is next door here, on the
other side of that wall. Some of us who have
children in the school may be wondering, “Is my child safe?”
Questions are already swirling
about, “Why did this happen?” “What was
wrong with that young man?” “Where was
God, how could He let this happen?” I
wish I had an answer: I wish somebody had an answer as to the why, because then
maybe we could prevent this tragedy from happening again. The only thing I can say is that a great evil
must have taken possession of that young man’s soul, and he gave into it.
As to being angry with God, well,
humanity has been angry with God off and on for many years, during many crises
and tragedies. Just take a look at the
Psalms, especially Psalm 88, if you want to see some real venting of
anger. Again, I have no good answer as
to why bad things happen to good people, which by the way is the title of a
book I would recommend. But I will share
with you my personal reflection on where was, where is God in all this. In downtown Boston, at St. Anthony Shrine, the Franciscan
friars have a statue of Jesus in their chapel.
He is portrayed having his hand over his face, and there is the
suggestion of a tear falling down his face.
The title of the piece is “And Jesus Wept.” It is taken from the Gospel story of Jesus
finding the tomb of his friend Lazarus, and experiencing grief over the loss of
his friend. God knows grief, he knows
loss, and because of that he is with everyone there in Newtown, the streets of
Boston, in Oregon, Colorado, Syria, Iraq, and Afghanistan, where anyone is
grieving; sharing in that grief, and offering healing, offering hope.
We are still in the Advent season,
a time of expectation, and especially a longing for some hope out of all this
tragedy. I would call your attention to
the Advent wreath, to the rose colored candle that is lit. It reminds me of a very early morning sky,
when the rays of first light is just breaking, and there is a pinkish color to
the sky, promising a new day. Hope is
coming. Hope is already here, Jesus
Christ, Emmanuel, “God is with us...” He
is present among us, grieving with us, comforting us, and healing us.
Again, from St. Paul’s Letter to the Philippians:
“The Lord is near. Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by
prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all
understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”
We will soon be gathered around the
Eucharistic table to offer those prayers of petition, praise and
thanksgiving. And through receiving the
Body and Blood of Christ, we will experience a peace the world cannot give.
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