15 March 2014

Hey, Idiot, Do You Trust?

We'll be singing the great hymn, "Be Thou My Vision", this week. It did have an influence on my homily for this Sunday.

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Homily for the
Second Sunday of Lent
16 March 2014

        Peter, James and John were great men. Abram, too, was a great man. But, let’s face it, at times they were idiots.

        Yes, these great men of faith were, at times, idiots.

        And, please don’t take offense, but like them, we can be idiots, too.

        This is what I mean: When their humanity got the best of them, Peter, James, John, and even Abram failed to trust in the Lord. They didn’t always allow their experiences with God to shape their lives so as to receive the graces that God wished to bestow upon them.

        We, too, can allow our humanity to get the best of us. There are moments in our lives when we can feel the presence of the Lord pulling us in one direction, while society, family, friends, and other influences pull us in another direction. When we ignore God’s tugging on our heart, when we allow the pull of that which is not God to win out in our lives, that is when we are, for lack of a better word, idiots.

        Yet, this is why we celebrate the season of Lent; this is why every Second Sunday of Lent we hear the Gospel story of the Transfiguration. This Sunday, which marks one-and-a-half weeks into this season, reminds us that there is a goal in sight, and the only thing we need to do is to trust in the Lord.

        When Abram, Peter, James and John allowed themselves to truly trust in the Lord, like we see in the First Reading, then they were able to do great things. We know how Abram became Abraham, and how he became the father of three great peoples of faith. Peter, James and John, when allowing their trust in the Lord to guide them, and through the grace given by the Holy Spirit, were able to “bear [their] share of hardship for the gospel with the strength that comes from God,” which Paul reminds Timothy in our Second Reading today, whether that hardship be eventual martyrdom, as we see for Peter and James, or the loneliness of exile, as we know John endured.

        Yet, when they allowed themselves to be overwhelmed by the human experience, and failed to allow the experience of the Divine to lead them, to guide them, to envelop them, they entered into the arena of spiritual idiocracy, for they failed to simply trust in the Lord.

        The experience of the Transfiguration is two-fold: It helps us to know of the glory that awaits us who follow Christ; yet it also reminds us that we must travel through the valleys to Jerusalem, where our faith and trust will be put to the test.

        Think for a moment about what Paul wrote to Timothy: “He saved us and called us to a holy life, not according to our works but according to his own design and the grace bestowed on us in Christ Jesus before time began . . .” All of time and space, all that we experience around us is moved by the design of God. Does this mean that God wishes us to experience joy? Of course, for that joy is a foretaste of what we will experience in Heaven. Does this mean that God gives us suffering and pain? Of course not, for God never inflicts suffering upon us – but He allows suffering to occur that we may learn how to trust in Him more.

        I know that may sound a little crazy, or, using the word of the day, idiotic. However, the Lord will never give us more than we can handle; the Lord desires for us to trust in Him. Many of you might be thinking, “Father, you have to say that; you’re a priest.” I’m not saying what I’m saying because I’m a priest. I’m not telling you this because it’s simply what the Church teaches or believes.

        I’m telling you this because I’m an idiot, for in my life there have been times in which, like Peter, James and John, I allowed the human experiences in my life to overwhelm me, and I failed to allow the presence, promise and providence of the Divine to envelop me.

        I’m telling you this because there have been times in my life where I have failed to keep the vision of the Transfiguration and Resurrection before me.

        I have failed to make the response of our Responsorial Psalm my own: Let Your mercy be on [me], O God, as [I] place [my] trust in You.

        But as much as I have failed, I know that you have failed, too. Each one of us has fallen short of the glory of God because we fail to trust in Him in those moments when we need to rely on Him the most. This, my brothers and sisters, is humanity at its weakest. Yet, it has the potential to be humanity at its greatest.

        We need to make the vision of Christ at His Transfiguration and His Resurrection that vision which guides us throughout these days of Lent – and beyond! We need to allow the Heart of Christ to become our heart, no matter what may befall us.

        We need to simply allow Christ to become our Vision, our Mission, our Heart, our Guide – and we need to trust in Him.

        My friends, we can be as great as Abram, Peter, James and John, or we can allow ourselves to fall into the downward spiral of spiritual idiocracy that happened to them when they failed to trust in God. Lent is that time for us to, once again, trust in the Lord: Our lives are not simply a collection of mountain-top experiences, nor should they be. We have to travel through the valleys; we must carry our crosses with Jesus.

        In a few moments we will experience the pulling of our God on our lives once again as we come forward to partake of the Blessed Sacrament. Our reception of the Eucharist is probably the greatest acts of trust we make as Catholics, for upon receiving the Lord, upon saying our “Amen”, we open ourselves to the Lord’s work of transforming our hearts, the envelopment of His Love as we are overwhelmed by our human experiences, and the refocusing of our lives to truly make Him and His Gospel the vision which guides us and our lives.

        “Let Your mercy be on us, O God, as we place our trust in You.”




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Enjoy the journey . . . 

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