Sunday, July 26, 2020

HOMILY – 17th Sunday in Ordinary Time – Hearing God’s Call

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        Jesus is talking about the treasured gift of hearing God’s voice in our lives. His spiritual connection with God the creator is the buried treasure, or the priceless pearl referred to in today’s scripture.

And so, it is for us when we plug in fully to this direct source of our being. This connection is a gift from God unlike any other.

In today’s reading from 1st Kings, Solomon requests of God in a dream to be gifted with an understanding heart, a discerning heart that knows the difference between right and wrong. Solomon wanted the gift of wisdom of knowing God’s will in his life.

In the Gospel, Jesus is talking again in parables. These parables are about the gift of wisdom that only can come from hearing God’s voice and acting on God’s prompting in our lives.

I know about this gift all too well. You see, this gift called me to leave behind success and fortune and follow Jesus into the Kingdom.

I’ve been given much in my life. I was born in a time of prosperity, in a land of plenty, as a citizen of one of the richest nations ever to grace earthly history.

I have a beautiful wife, two great kids.  When I started my deacon formation, I even had a job I loved very much.

But during formation, I heard God calling me to do more for the Kingdom, to trust in Him and give my life to the Church. I started by stepping into deacon formation. But that was like dipping a toe in water vs. jumping in.

            My moment of truth and trust came one raw, November day in 2009. I was a year into formation and just beginning my journey to become a deacon. 

On that day, God broke through the noise of my life and got my attention. 

At the time, I was manager of KOMO Newsradio and on that day was on my cell phone outside my spiritual director’s house marshalling resources to cover a major shooting involving four Lakewood police officers, gunned down in cold blood in a coffee shop in Parkland. You might remember the tragic news story.

          As I hung up the phone and began to walk into the rectory of my spiritual director Fr. Larry Reilly, I had the most overwhelming feeling: My time at KOMO was over.  

My decade-long career there was over.  Finito.  Done.

          I thought, really, Lord?  God, you gave me this marvelous opportunity, and now you want to take it away?

            I shared this message from God with Fr. Larry who told me to pray on it in the coming week and I would better know where God was leading me.

            A few days later, on Tuesday, I got a 2-AM wake-up call from the newsroom.  The murderer of the four police officers was himself shot and killed by a Seattle police officer acting on a hunch.

            I got up, showered, and went into work to help coordinate a long, long day of news coverage. 

By the end of the day I was pooped.  It was then that I remembered my weekly pastoral internship at L’Arche (a community built around individuals with intellectual disabilities). 

I thought I can’t do this.  I’m dead tired.  

But as I started to drive home, about to blow off my pastoral assignment, I felt God steering me in the direction of L’Arche’s Noah House.

  I got there a little late for dinner.  And as I quietly snuck in and sat down at the dinner table, one of the core residents, a lovely, joy-filled woman named Nancy, turned to me, and said, “Welcome Home.”

She was right.  I was finally home where I was always supposed to be. It was time to hang up my long career in broadcast news.

But we had one kid in college, and another soon headed to college. How could I step away from a great paying job?

A few days later, I was installed as a “deacon candidate” by Archbishop Brunett in a beautiful ceremony at St. James Cathedral.

The next day, I got my answer.  My cell phone rang and a guy on the other end of the line was a manager from the largest broadcaster in Canada asking if I could consult his station.

I thought, “There’s no way.  I have a demanding job.  I’m in the middle of time-consuming deacon formation program…”

I’m Irish.  I’m a little slow. 

It took me a few minutes to realize God was handing me a lifeline, a way to step off a career treadmill that was killing me and spend more time in pastoral ministry.

Now I no longer question when God wants me to do something.  I just do it.

When I heard His call to go to Guatemala to learn Spanish in the summer of 2013, I did it.  It took me way outside my comfort zone, enduring two long months away from my family. But I did it.


A few years ago, I called Fr. Paul Magnano looking for a new spiritual director. My wife encouraged me to call him. We met for lunch in Mukilteo.

He told me he wasn’t much of a spiritual director but said the reason he wanted to meet me for lunch was to ask if I might be interested in becoming the pastoral leader at Christ Our Hope. He said he had recommended me to the Archbishop.

I told him I was honored by his misplaced confidence in my abilities, and that I would pray on it if the Archbishop were to call.   

A few months later the Archbishop did call. And asked me to discern God’s call, not only into Christ Our Hope, but to St. Patrick (a place where my wife and I were married in 1986). He gave me two months to discern if I felt called to this new role in the Church by God.

As I prayed on this call and Fr. Paul’s request, I realized God’s fingerprints were all over the request.

This is why I am here with you today.

Jesus is talking about fine-tuning our hearts to hear God’s voice in our lives. This is no easy task. But when we do the hard work to do this (through prayer, sacred silence, and contemplation), we enter a new reality.

We find the pearl of great value. We discover a treasure buried deep inside our hearts. That most valuable gift is our own spiritual connection to our creator.



HOMILIA – XVII Domingo Ordinario – Escuchar la Voz de Dios

Jesús está hablando del preciado don de escuchar la voz de Dios en nuestra vida. Su conexión espiritual con Dios el creador es el tesoro enterrado, o la perla invaluable mencionada en la Escritura de hoy.

Y así, es para nosotros cuando nos conectamos completamente a esta fuente directa de nuestro ser. Esta conexión es un don de Dios como cualquier otro.

En la lectura de hoy de Primero Reyes, Salomón pide a Dios en un sueño que se le dote de un corazón comprensivo, un corazón discernido que conoce la diferencia entre el bien y el mal. Salomón quería el don de la sabiduría de conocer la voluntad de Dios en su vida.

En el Evangelio, Jesús está hablando de nuevo en parábolas. Estas parábolas se trata del don de la sabiduría que sólo puede venir de escuchar la voz de Dios y actuar según la inspiración de Dios en nuestra vida.

Sé muy bien de este regalo. Verás, este don me llamó a dejar atrás el éxito y la fortuna y seguir a Jesús en el Reino.

Me han dado mucho en mi vida. Nací en una época de prosperidad, en una tierra de abundancia, como ciudadano de una de las naciones más ricas jamás objeto de gracia de la historia terrenal.

Tengo una hermosa esposa, dos hijos geniales.  Cuando comencé mi formación de diáconos, incluso tenía un trabajo que amaba mucho.

Pero durante la formación, escuché a Dios llamándome a hacer más por el Reino, a confiar en él y a dar mi vida a la Iglesia. Empecé entrando en la formación de diáconos. Pero eso fue como sumergir un dedo en el agua contra saltar.

          Mi momento de verdad y confianza llegó un día crudo, de noviembre de 2009. Estuve un año en formación y apenas comí mi viaje para convertirme en diácono.

Ese día, Dios rompió el ruido de mi vida y me llamó la atención.

En ese momento, yo era gerente de KOMO Newsradio y ese día estaba en mi teléfono celular fuera de la casa de mi director espiritual, con recursos para cubrir un tiroteo importante que involucraba a cuatro oficiales de policía de Lakewood, acribillados a sangre fría en una cafetería en Parkland. Tal vez recuerdes la trágica noticia.
          Mientras colgaba el teléfono y comenzaba a entrar en la rectoría de mi director espiritual, el P. Larry Reilly, tuve la sensación más abrumadora: Mi tiempo en KOMO había terminado. 

Mi carrera de una década había terminado.  Finito.  Hecho.

 Pensé, ¿de verdad, Señor?  Dios, me diste esta maravillosa oportunidad, ¿y ahora quieres quitártela?

    Compartí este mensaje de Dios con el P. Larry, quien me dijo que orara en él en la semana venidera y que sabría mejor a dónde dios me estaba guiando.

    Unos días más tarde, el martes, recibí una llamada de despertador a las 2 de la mañana de la sala de redacción.  El asesino de los cuatro agentes de policía fue asesinado a tiros por un astuto oficial de policía de Seattle que actuaba en una corazonada.

            Me levanté, me duché y entré a trabajar para ayudar a coordinar un largo y largo día de cobertura de noticias.

Al final del día me.  Fue entonces cuando recordé mi pasantía pastoral semanal en L'Arche (una comunidad construida en torno a personas con discapacidad intelectual).

Pensé que no podría hacer esto.  Estoy cansada. 

Pero cuando comencé a conducir a casa, a punto de volar mi asignación pastoral, sentí que Dios me guió en la dirección de la Casa Noé de L'Arche.

  Llegué un poco tarde a cenar.  Y mientras me colé tranquilamente y me senté en la mesa, uno de los residentes principales, una mujer encantadora y llena de alegría llamada Nancy, se volvió hacia mí y me dijo: "Bienvenido a casa".

Tenía razón.  Finalmente estaba en casa, donde siempre se suponía que estaba. Era hora de colgar mi larga carrera en las noticias de difusión.

Pero tuvimos un hijo en la universidad, y otro pronto se dirigió a la universidad. ¿Cómo podría alejarme de un gran trabajo remunerado?

Unos días más tarde, fui instalado como "candidato diácono" por el arzobispo Brunett en una hermosa ceremonia en la Catedral de Santiago.

Al día siguiente, obtuve mi respuesta.  Mi teléfono celular sonó y un tipo en el otro extremo de la línea era un gerente de la emisora más grande de Canadá preguntando si podía consultar su estación.

Pensé, "No hay manera.  Tengo un trabajo exigente.  Estoy en medio del programa de formación de diáconos que consume mucho tiempo..."

Soy irlandés.  Soy un poco lento.

Me tomó unos minutos darme cuenta de que Dios me estaba entregando un salvavidas, una manera de salir de una cinta de correr carrera que me estaba matando y pasar más tiempo en el ministerio pastoral.

Ahora ya no me pregunto cuando Dios quiere que haga algo.  Sólo lo hago.

Cuando escuché Su llamado a ir a Guatemala para aprender español en el verano de 2013, lo hice.  Me llevó fuera de mi zona de confort, soportando dos largas semanas lejos de mi familia. Pero lo hice.

Hace unos años, llamé al P. Paul Magnano en busca de un nuevo director espiritual. Mi esposa me animó a llamarlo. Nos conocimos para almorzar.

Me dijo que no era un gran director espiritual, pero dijo que la razón por la que quería reunirse conmigo para almorzar era para preguntar si podría estar interesado en convertirme en el líder pastoral de Cristo Nuestra Esperanza. Dijo que me había recomendado al arzobispo.

Le dije que me sentí honrado por su confianza fuera de lugar en mis habilidades, y que rezaría al respecto si el arzobispo llamara.        

Unos meses más tarde el arzobispo llamó. Y me pidió que discerniera la llamada de Dios, no sólo en Cristo Nuestra Esperanza, sino en San Patricio (un lugar donde mi esposa y yo nos casamos en 1986). Me dio dos meses para discernir si Dios me sentía llamado a esta nueva función en la Iglesia.

Al orar en esta llamada y a la petición del P. Paul, me di cuenta de que las huellas dactilares de Dios estaban en toda la petición.

Por eso estoy aquí con ustedes hoy.

Jesús está hablando de afinar nuestros corazones para escuchar la voz de Dios en nuestra vida. Esta no es una tarea fácil. Pero cuando hacemos el arduo trabajo para hacer esto (a través de la oración, el silencio sagrado y la contemplación), entramos en una nueva realidad.

Encontramos la perla de gran valor. Descubrimos un tesoro enterrado en lo más profundo de nuestros corazones. Ese don más valioso es nuestra propia conexión espiritual con nuestro creador.




Friday, July 10, 2020

HOMILY – Fifteen Sunday in Ordinary Time – Garden of My Soul

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I‘m a big fan of the best-selling book called The Shack.
Have you read it?
It’s an intriguing book, and one I recommend to people who have suffered a great loss in their lives. 
The story is a beautiful parable about faith, loss, great pain, and eventually healing and forgiveness through the guidance of the Holy Trinity.  In it, the author meets Creator, Son and Holy Spirit. And God is an elderly African American lady. What an important image for our times.
The story centers on a father whose young daughter is kidnapped and brutally murdered by a serial killer while on a family vacation in the Wallowa Lake area of eastern Oregon. 
“The last trace of his daughter, a blood-stained dress, is found on the floor of a dilapidated shack set deep in the woods.  
In the wake of the murder, a crushing depression settles on (the protagonist) and he (begins) to question his belief in God.  As the novel opens, (the man) receives a mysterious invitation to come to the shack.”  The man thinks the letter is penned by the killer, but it turns out the letter is sent by God.
For the purposes of this homily, I’d like to borrow The Shack author’s metaphor of the human soul as being like a beautiful garden when tended to properly. 
In our lifetimes, many thorns, weeds, and rocks can exist in the gardens of our souls, and need constant care and tending to create a thing of beauty in the eyes of God.
Some of us may think we are immune to these thorns or rocks or weeds cropping up in the gardens of our souls. But we are not.  None of us.  Not even this deacon.  
This is what Jesus is telling us about this weekend.  We need to keep the gardens of our souls tilled with rich, fertile soil for the word of God to continue to take root. 
When I was a teenager, I got in big trouble for sneaking out of the house one early summer night to hang out with my friends. We got detained by the police for being out after midnight (and up to no good). My father was none too happy to retrieve me from the Bellevue Police Department at 4 AM. My punishment (my penance) was to remove all the rocks from a patch of land my father wanted to turn into garden.
The project took the remainder of the summer to complete and generated a pile of rocks that would be the envy of any chain-gang prisoner.
Needless to say, a life’s lesson was learned by this naughty 13-year-old.
The garden of my soul has been quite rocky at times in my life – in desperate need of tilling and patient removal. Thank goodness for the blessing of having my rock garden experience in my youth to help bring things into perspective.
Here are a few questions for us today:
Is our soil rich and fertile creating the conditions required for the Word of God to be nurtured and come to fruition as a Disciple of Christ?
How about the soil of our children?  
As Catholic missionary disciples, are we helping our children, our teens, our young or older adults keep their soil rich and fertile so as to have their faith fully alive and thriving? 
I had the blessing to spend several school years as Campus Minister at Archbishop Murphy High School after ordination. 
I had gotten a call to meet with the President of AMHS who told me, “I think you’d make a great campus minister.” To which I replied, “Wait, I just raised two sons through the challenging teen years. And you’re asking me to spend my days hanging around teenagers?  Are you crazy?”
But after feeling God’s call in the request, I eventually said “Yes.”
It was an eye-opening experience to see faith through the eyes of our young people.
As the parent of any teen knows, teenagers pay close attention to everything we say and do, and are quick to point out any hypocrisy – especially hypocrisy to the teachings of Christ. What a wonderful mirror they can be to our growing in authenticity as disciples of Christ.
Many young Catholics today walk away from faith. They need our help at times to clean out their rocky gardens, allowing for their faith to flourish. 
As parents, we can talk about lessons of Jesus, but we can also sometimes fail to live up to Jesus’ example.  We can fail to tend to our own rocky gardens and don’t see that our own hypocrisy is one of the main reasons young people leave the faith.
Our judgments of others without showing mercy or understanding, our unkind and unloving words about our enemies, our intolerance of those we disagree with, our failure to help the least of our brothers and sisters in need, our focus on material wealth and all its trappings, all these things are enabling young people to question what this Jesus thing is all about -- what this Church is all about.
That’s why Pope Francis could not have come at a better time in our troubled world.  The Pope prefers to teach not only by his words, but more importantly by his actions. 
The lesson learned for us all can be found in a quote attributed by some to Francis’ namesake, St. Francis of Assisi: 
“Preach the Gospel always.  And if necessary, use words.”
This is how we make rich, fertile soil in our souls and the souls of our children. When there is harmony between our words and our actions, and when we let our actions speak louder than our words, we create soil rich, fertile for the Word of God to take root for all to see.
           So, I ask:  What rocks do we need to remove from the gardens of our souls?
This is a good thing for each of us to reflect on in the coming week.




HOMILY – Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time – Desmond Doss



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We’re back in Ordinary time. But this weekend’s message from Jesus is anything, but ordinary. In fact, it is quite extraordinary.

And in his message is a call for us to live extraordinary lives of faith in him. Not ordinary lives. Extraordinary lives where we pick up our crosses and follow him.
But first we must ask ourselves these questions:
What obstacles stand between me and Jesus?
What barriers are blocking me from living my life as a missionary disciple of Christ?
What blocks me from saying “yes” to Jesus’ way of love?
Today Jesus is talking to his disciples about what they will encounter on their mission to spread the Gospel. Especially what resistance will come their way.
Jesus knows family ties are the ties that bind. These ties are strong and can influence us not to follow Jesus, not to risk one’s life, not to carry one’s cross.
Jesus wants us to pay attention to these obstacles, these barriers, these blocks in our lives and work to not let them get in the way of our mission to serve him and the Kingdom.
 The reality is that many early Christians were rejected by their families for following Jesus. Not every mother, father, sister or brother thought it was a good idea for their loved one to risk life and limb to follow the way of Christ.
For us to be loyal disciples, we must put Jesus first in our lives and let everything else flow from that relationship.
This creates the peace that flows from Jesus. But this is not an easy peace. To commit one’s life to Christ can be threatening to some because it challenges personal values and presumptions, forcing us to make a choice that is not always easy.
I’m reminded of a story about someone who risked life and limb for the Kingdom. His name was Desmond Doss.

Desmond Doss faced that rejection and persecution.  The Lynchburg, Virginia native was motivated to serve his country after Japan bombed Pearl Harbor.
Problem was, as a devout Seventh Day Adventist, he refused to touch a gun. Instead, he wanted to serve his country as a medic.
His father was a World War One veteran and pleaded with his son not to enlist. His mother also begged him to not sign up.
From the day he reported for duty, his life was a living hell.
“While Doss viewed himself not as a conscientious objector, but a ‘conscientious cooperator,’ his fellow infantrymen and superiors did not see it that way. When he arrived for basic training at Fort Jackson, S.C., he quickly became an outcast from the rest of the recruits. His slight stature and shyness did not improve the situation, and many soldiers believed he would be a major liability in battle.”   
His nickname was “the coward” and he faced regular beatings from his fellow enlisted men and verbal taunting from his commanding officers and drill sergeant.  The goal was to wash him out of boot camp.  And everyone was joining in.
As Private Doss said during his lifetime, “I wanted to be like Christ in saving life instead of taking life.” That was the reason he wanted to join the Army Medical Corp.
Private Doss endured the torturous bootcamp experience and eventually made it to the field of battle as a medic on Okinawa. It was the site of what was considered the second bloodiest conflict in World War Two.  The first being D-Day.
It was April 1945, and war with Japan was at a critical turning point.  Okinawa would be the final test to determine who would win the war.
The object of Private Doss and his 307th Infantry, 77th Division was the hellish Maeda Escarpment, a battlefield located on top of a sheer 400-foot cliff. The site became known as Hacksaw Ridge.  

A treacherous rope ladder was the only way up the sheer cliff.
The Americans stormed the ridge and took the escarpment for less than a day. The next morning the Japanese emerged from the catacomb tunnels and drove the U.S. soldiers off the escarpment and back down the rope ladder.
Hundreds of wounded were left behind.  Private Doss was faced with a brutal decision, abandon the ridge or risk lose his life saving his fellow servicemen. He chose the latter and reentered the field of battle searching for the lost and wounded.
When he would find a soldier alive, he would take him back to edge of the cliff and hoist him down with using ropes.
Each time he would save a man’s life, he would pray out loud, “Lord, please help me get one more.  Help me get one more.”  This went on all day and all night.
In the end, Private Doss saved 75 men before saving himself.
The men who persecuted Private Doss were now in awe of him. Many had his heroics to thank for their lives.
His commanding officer said he had misjudged Doss and wondered if the private could ever forgive him.  For years after the war, the captain would blink back tears telling Doss’ story.
Eventually, the Americans tried to take the Ridge again.  As they waited to climb the wall on the Sabbath Day, a radio call broke the silence before the assault with a General asking, “Why haven’t you started climbing the ridge?”  The Captain’s answer was curt, “We’re waiting for Private Doss” who was finishing his prayers.

 Hacksaw Ridge was eventually taken, and as we know, the Japanese were defeated a few months later.
Doss was injured during the battle for Hacksaw Ridge and returned home a corporal and became the first conscientious objector in American history to be awarded the Medal of Honor.   
President Truman was so excited to meet Corporal Doss he walked right up to him to shake his hand instead of waiting for the soldier to come to him during the awarding ceremony.

Desmond Doss said during his lifetime, “I know who I owe my life to, as well as (that of) my men. That’s why I like to tell this story for the Glory of God because I know from a human standpoint I should not be here.”  
Corporal Doss walked into one of the bloodiest battles of World War II with nothing to protect him but his Bible and his trust in Jesus.  

May we all resist the temptation to choose the easy road of living ordinary lives, and live extraordinary lives for Jesus Christ.