I mentioned at Mass last Sunday (12:30) that I asked a nice young lady of color why she went to Mass at St. Ignatius; why she didn’t go to the parish where she lived, a nice parish too. Here is what she said: I want to be with the beautiful people. Her answer saddened me. What a bad job we priests must be doing with the gospel that this young woman needs to be with whites (and rich) in order to feel beautiful. And when I tried to explain I don’t think she understood and I didn’t press the point. But the funny part of the story is that at the end of the Mass a distinguished lady approached me and said I belong to St. Ignatius and I love coming to Mass here.
There was a good attendance last Sunday at 8pm and this is the heart of summer. The money may not be great but the turnout certainly seems so. Well, we have a lot of young people and it does good to my heart to see them there in this secular age. One nice lady at the end of the Mass said gratefully: we get so much affirmation here. Your words always seem to touch a chord and bring us closer to God. I was touched and thanked her. I too get so much gratitude and affirmation from my people and I am hugely grateful and thank God for such lovely congregation.
You may ask: Don’t you get big headed hearing all these good things about yourself? Not at all. In fact quite the opposite. I feel rather humble and apologetic and a little out of place. Too aware of my personal faults and failings, which thank God I don’t have to list out here; my ability to put a few words together I regard it as a gift of God, a talent God gave me. It has nothing to do with me. And what I get out of it is mostly anxiety, apprehension for I cannot help thinking and praying and asking: God did I do a good enough job for you? That’s what I get. Did I waste your gift? So I am always pushing myself to do the best I can because I cannot stand being a wastrel of God’s talents. Sometime I feel like the old Jew, tired of being part of the Chosen people that had brought blessings for sure but also a lot of trouble, responsibility and hassle. God maybe next time you choose somebody else.
– Jesus noticed that they were all trying to occupy places of honor and found it amusing and used the occasion to say something very profound about human nature and the need we all have to be humble. A virtue that endears us to God no end. Yes indeed we all love to grandstand, to court the limelight. Mirror mirror on the wall we all want to be the prettiest of them all type of thing. The smartest, the richest, the coolest, the hottest etc… And often this race to the top is a stampede leaving behind nothing but human wrecks. It is almost congenital, this original sin of ours, this invincible craving for more, this restless discontent we carry around in our soul.
This wanting to be like God the center of everyone’s attention and envy and worship. Do you remember Muhammad Ali: I am the greatest!! But at least he was! We are not. And it only compounds our unhappiness, our inability to accept that we are poor and fragile and limited and mortal and no- God. With every fiber of our being we want to be upwardly mobile. God instead seems to be totally downwardly mobile.
And it is not out of spite but out of compassion. As the word means literally to suffer with. Jesus comes from the perfect realm of love, the Trinity—remember the most perfect icon in the world, the Trinity by Rublev, the three angels gathered around the table in Abraham’s tent: all different in color, yet same in shape and in perfect harmony, three divine persons with different jobs, work, yet united in one common divine purpose of generous gratuitous love. Jesus comes out of this furnace of love, lives a life of poverty and obscurity. Unleashes his divine powers of healing for all. Cannot stand unmoved before a human being in pain. Places himself an innocent victim on the cross to atone for all the sins, suffering and injustices of the world. He is exalted from that bottomless pit of darkness and raised above angels and saints.
I know it is crazy to live like Jesus. But Mother Theresa lived like Jesus. She did everything out of love for God. She wanted nothing except being of help to the poorest and most deprived. What a shining example! Can you imagine a more splendid life than Francis of Assisi? The immense harmony that existed in this blessed soul that was the exact replica of Jesus has been an inspiration for millions of people. Why can’t we do something good for nothing? Blessed are you, says Jesus, if they cannot repay you because you shall be repaid in the glory of the Resurrection.
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