Monday, October 29, 2012

Thank You!

 


                I am so grateful to the Immaculate Conception and Our Lady of Perpetual Help parish community for supporting our family and me these past  nearly five years of formation.  All your prayers and encouragement mean more than you will ever know.   Thank you.

                Mary, Sean, Connor and I’ve been parishioners at Immaculate Conception and Our Lady of Perpetual Help for nearly 18 years.  Our boys are both graduates of IC-OLPH School.  Like many over the years, we’d go to whatever Mass at whatever parish fit the family schedule especially when the kids were young and playing sports.  We are blessed to have two beautiful churches here in downtown Everett.

                This long journey began for us in the late 1990s when I experienced “a call” to become a deacon.  I thought at the time, “Are you kidding me, Lord?  Why would you want me?  I’m not worthy.”  Yet, here I am.  God truly does have a sense of humor, an abundance of patience and works in mysterious ways.      


                To Archbishops Peter Sartain and Alex Brunett, thank you for opening the door to this magnificent ministry. 

                To Fathers Hersey, Robb, Petosa, Bon and Sylvain, I thank each one of you for showing me and us an example of true holiness and pastoral service.          

                To Deacon Matt, I thank you for being there every step of the way to guide, mentor and inspire me to know what being a deacon means to this community.  You are a shining example.  I look forward to sharing the role of deacon at our parish community for years to come.

                To Matt’s wife, Kay, thank you for helping my wife prepare for this new life and to know it’s OK to serve in her own unique way. 











                Where would I be without the woman who brought me back to God?  Thank you to my wife Mary Kay for being my best friend for 28 years and my wife for almost 27 years. 

                To our sons, Sean and Connor, thanks for putting up with your less than perfect dad all these years and for being the two main reasons why I experienced the Kingdom of God in my lifetime.

                To our family and friends who gathered in Everett for my first Mass as a deacon, thank you for honoring us with your presence -- especially my mother Suzanne and stepfather Joaquin.

                I wore the ordination dalmatic vestment to Mass this weekend.  You’ll probably only see it on special occasions like weddings, funerals, baptisms, maybe Christmas and Easter.  It was worn to show how honored I to be the only person ordained in a dalmatic made by a parishioner.  Thank you Judy McNamara for creating this beautiful vestment.  You and Tim inspire me every day to become a better servant by showing your loving hearts for this community. 

                For everyone else, thank you for allowing me to see the face of God in Everett.  You’re in my prayers always.  It will be my honor to serve you for the rest of my life.  

Sunday, October 28, 2012

First Official Homily - 30th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Jeremiah 31: 7-9
Hebrews 5:1-6
Mark 10: 46-52

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Every day, we should ask ourselves, “Am I a bridge to Jesus?  Or am I a barrier to Christ?”

Discipleship can be a tricky thing.

If we pay close attention to what Jesus is showing us here in today’s Gospel we see two kinds of disciples in the story of the blind beggar Bartimaeus.

One kind of disciple rebukes the poor, tells them to keep silent and ignores their needs.  The other kind of disciple notices Christ’s heart for the poor and marginalized and says, “Take courage. Rise up.” and brings the poor to Jesus.

One is a barrier.  One is a bridge.   I wonder if the bridge and the barrier is the same person?

What Jesus is demonstrating is that we can choose to be a bridge or a barrier.  In this case, it’s a choice about how we look at the poor and marginalized.

In this Gospel reading it is Bartimaeus’ blindness being cured by Jesus.  But indirectly Jesus is also curing the blindness of His disciples, and all of us, to this fact.  Sometimes only Jesus can open our eyes to the big picture.

You see I used to be a barrier to Christ in my thoughts and in my actions.

I used to shake my head at street beggars.  I used to think and say, “Why can’t they just get a job?”  I used to scoff at my wife for giving spare change to the homeless and say, “Why waste our money on those people?” I’m pretty sure I even rebuked a panhandler or two in my day.

Five years ago, I first volunteered to take part in the Homeless Count in Seattle.  As we walked the downtown streets on a cold January morning we counted many homeless, but one person was more than a number.  We saw a man in his late 20s or early 30s.  He was clearly a veteran of Iraq or Afghanistan due to the markings on his duffle bag and other gear, and the neat and orderly way his belongings were stacked next to his sleeping bag.

He was sleeping on the cold, hard pavement near the ferry terminal in downtown Seattle.  The temperature that morning was in the upper teens.

I’ll never forget this man.  His plight opened my eyes to a dirty little secret about homelessness in America.  Sadly, one in four homeless men is a veteran.  This number is growing larger by the year.  These former soldiers put their lives on the line for their country only to come home to no jobs and no hope, broken and abandoned.

Sometimes we look, but we don’t see.

It is Christ who opens our eyes to injustice in society and shows us how we – ourselves – can choose to be a barrier or a bridge between Him and the poor.

I want to share with you a shameful statistic that came to light a few weeks ago.  Perhaps you saw the story on the news.

Washington is the worst state in the nation to be poor.  Our state has the highest taxation of any state in the U.S. for the poorest 20-percent of our population.          

The statistic comes from a recent report by the Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy.

http://www.itep.org/pdf/poverty2012report.pdf

Here are the cold, hard facts:

In 2011, the poorest 20% of Washingtonians with an average income of just $11,000 paid 17.3% of their income in state and local taxes.  The closest runner-up is Florida where the poorest paid at an average of 13.5%.  The average poor pay between 8-and-10-percent nationally.   In Washington, they pay nearly double that.


What's wrong with this picture?

In our parish and our community today are many people living at or below the poverty line.  Thanks to this lousy economy, high unemployment and an unfair tax system, many elderly and poor are barely able to keep their noses above the waters of economic ruin.
 
These are the poor Jesus is pointing to today. We are called to hear their cries.

There’s a person in our parish who serves as a bridge and not a barrier between Jesus and the poor.  She humbly brings people to Jesus by her actions every day.

Recently, she was filling-in answering phones at the parish office when she got a call about a broken elevator at an apartment complex housing many poor in Everett.  Many residents were unable to get up and down the stairs to buy groceries.

This person organized a group of parishioners to help and called the operator of the housing unit to ask for a solution.  Her pressure helped bring about action by the landlords.  I encourage you to see today’s bulletin for the full story.
 

I draw my inspiration from people like Carlene Nelson as I begin my service as a deacon in this parish.

One of my deacon heroes is St. Lawrence of Rome.  He was a deacon who served the poor and marginalized of ancient Rome in the early Christian church.  He also was charged with being the “keeper of the treasures of the Church” during the reign of Pope Sixtus the Second.

He lived at a time when the Christian Church was being persecuted and martyrdom was commonplace.

When the Pope and four deacons were arrested and executed, Lawrence was released to go gather the “treasures of the church” to hand them over to Rome.  He told Roman authorities it would take him a couple of days to gather what they asked for.                

When a couple days had passed, Roman soldiers and the Prefect arrived at the Church and ordered Lawrence to surrender the promised “treasures.”  He granted their request by showing them the poor, the sick, the street beggars of Rome and said, “Here are the treasures of the church.”

    St. Lawrence got what Jesus is showing us in today’s Gospel.  The blind beggar Bartimaeus is a “treasure of the church.” He had faith enough to see this reality of Jesus.

In fact, in many ways, scholars say Mark uses the Bartimaeus story to reverse the story of the rich man who could not become a disciple of Jesus because he was too tied to his many possessions.  We heard that story a few weeks back.  It’s a reading that troubles a lot of people.

The street beggar Bartimaeus has no possessions except his cloak, and without a moment's hesitation he casts aside his ONLY possession to follow the Son of David.
 
          Bartimaeus' cry for compassionate help from Jesus should be the same cry we hear from the poor echoing in our hearts today.

Christ’s disciples tell Bartimaeus – Christ’s disciples tell the poorest of the poor in our present world -- "Take courage! Rise up!"  And bring them to Jesus.

Jesus asks us to cast aside our preconceived notions of rich and poor when we follow Him and do our part to be His heart, His hands, His voice.

Our faith in our High Priest Jesus Christ should open ALL our eyes to what's wrong with the present world and inspire us not just to sit idly by and watch, but stand up, speak up, and act. Only then do we follow Christ's example.

Nobody said it was easy being a disciple of Christ.  Just ask St. Lawrence.  He was executed for his actions.

But when we help the poor to rise up and take courage, when we bring them to Jesus by our words and by our actions, we no longer are barriers to Christ.  We become bridges to the Kingdom of God.
 
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Good Works


+ A newsletter about the good works being done by members of the IC-OLPH community
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October 26, 2012                                                                           
Editor:  Deacon Dennis Kelly                                     
Inaugural Edition - Volume 1                                     
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This is the story about a ”squeaky wheel,” a phone call and an angel at the other end of the line. 

It all started with a simple phone call to the parish office last spring. 

 An official from the Everett Fire Department said, “I’m looking for some help.  The Monte Cristo’s elevator has been down since February and these people are having a hard time with the stairs and I just need someone to help so we can get (a ‘squeaky wheel’ resident) out of the Mayor’s office.”  Carlene Nelson was filling in that day answering phones at the IC-OLPH parish office and took the call.

Turns out the fireman contacted the perfect person for the job -- an angel at the other end of the line eager to help. 

The Monte Cristo stood vacant for 20 years at the corner of Hoyt and Wall before Catholic Community Services and Catholic Housing Services converted it to low income housing in the early 2000s. 

But the elevator at the six-story building never worked very well after renovation and had finally given up the ghost.  This would be no easy fix.  It would take months to get a new one installed.  Until then, residents had to use the stairs.

But residents there needed immediate help.

“There are many marginalized older people (there), many of them disabled,” Nelson added. 
                                                                                                               
So, Carlene first called the new manager at the Monte Cristo to set up a meeting that included the “squeaky wheel” resident who lived on an upper floor.  The manager was working through CCS/CHA to get an employee on site to help residents, but was stuck within a human resources hiring process.   Carlene also contacted the Mayor’s office and started working through a helpful staffer. 

After that, Carlene contacted her “partner in crime” Immaculate Conception parishioner Fede Chavez who works with her on “No Disabled Souls” (a recently restarted ministry in our parish providing twice monthly art classes for people with special needs).

Together they found some able-bodied teenagers from the Boe and Jenks families and Our Lady of Perpetual Help parishioner, choir singer and resident master gardener George Grewing.  As Nelson put it, “they are just awesome servants in this community.”    

Working through the Mayor’s office, Carlene set up regular times to have this team of parishioners available to Monte Cristo residents for assistance (bringing groceries up and down the stairs, etc.).

Not everyone needed help, but for those who did the team was a Godsend.

All summer the group showed up several times a week to help.  “You could see the spirits of the people lifted to know that somebody listened and somebody cared,” Nelson said.

Two weeks ago, a CCS/CHS staffer was hired to take care of this work.  The elevator should be fixed by Thanksgiving.

Since then, the residents they helped invited Carlene and Fede back and presented them each with a lovely plant and a signed “thank you” card.

Why does she do it?  Carlene has a soft spot for people struggling with disabilities.  Since a childhood bout with polio, she’s been partially disabled.  “Most of my life I hid the fact that I was disabled until one day God said, ‘Don’t!’” 

But it’s even more than that.  Nelson remembers a cartoon from when she was a child, “it was a picture of a ratty little kid and the caption was ‘God Don’t Make No Junk.’  There’s a purpose for everybody and the challenges He gives us are only opportunities to do what He’s called us to do here so that we can go home (someday) and be with Him -- whole.”