Praised be Jesus
Christ! Now and forever!
Once again, a
very happy Easter to you and your families. And a special welcome to any who
are visiting us today.
So, here is my
homily that I had written. *I show my homily* But before Mass I was talking to
my lector and I realize that I need to put this aside and just speak to you
from my heart. *At this point, I tucked my notes under the book of the gospels.
The rest of what you read here is the best that I can remember of what I said.*
Rediscovering Good Friday
For the past nine
months, I have had the pleasure of being assigned here to St. Joe’s. And, when I
arrived, Monsignor—in his wisdom—made me the director of the RCIA program. RCIA
is for those who are wanting to learn more about the Catholic faith and may possibly
join the Church. Now, for any other parish, this might be a small undertaking
of walking with five or six people. For us here at the Catholic Deluxe Parish,
we had thirty. Yes, last night at the Easter Vigil, we welcomed home thirty
people to the Catholic faith. Praise God!
Last night, as we
welcomed them home, I realized something about Easter Sunday and that’s what I
want to share with you today.
For nine months,
I had given so much to this program—to put together lectures, to stay on top of
deadlines and questions, to pray. I was assisted by so many people too. But
there were so many sacrifices. Having to give up free moments here, sacrificing
some time with friends there. For nine months, I was laboring for this group.
And something I
did not expect started to happen.
I
started to fall in love with them.
The thirty who were strangers when I met them, people who were foreign to me and perhaps even weary of me at first—these thirty people, I realized, were good, beautiful, and genuine people truly seeking to learn more, truly being called to find their home.
I began to really love them. I wanted them
to find their home. And it didn’t matter to me what sacrifices I had to make or
what sufferings I would have to endure. I loved them!
This helped me to
understand Good Friday. (Which I wrote about here)
In the past, I
mostly saw Good Friday as a day focusing upon pain and death and suffering—all
for our sins. The emphasis of the day being on our sins. What I had missed was
the obvious, something that I realized now: Good Friday is a day about Love.
I loved my RCIA
people. And because I loved them, I willingly suffered for them. Because Jesus
loves us, He willingly suffered for us. This is what love does.
Rediscovering Easter Sunday
Last night, I was
standing at the entry to the sanctuary and I began to read the names of those
who were about to enter the Catholic Church. And as I began to read their
names, I began to think about how far they had come and how we had all suffered
together and about how much I truly loved them. And I had to fight back the
tears.
Here they were,
coming into the Church. The suffering was over. But my love continued. I still
loved them! Mothers you know this by way of your experience: for nine months in
the womb you carry your child and you love your child. And after you give birth
to your child, you still love her, right? You never stop loving your child,
right?
Good Friday is
the labor of Jesus’ love. But His love still continues, right? So, after Good
Friday, how is He going to show us that His love is forever?
How is He going
to show that His love is forever?
By destroying the
one thing that keeps us thinking that nothing is forever. He had to destroy
death. That’s what happens at Easter.
Easter, then, isn’t
about the end of the Cross. Easter isn’t about replacing Good Friday. Easter is about Love showing us that
this Good Friday Love is forever! It is forever because His Love is
stronger than death itself!
Don’t you see?
Jesus’ love wasn’t
just a flash in the pan that lasted for only three hours on some random Friday
afternoon. Jesus’ love wasn’t just yesterday. He love isn’t just today. Jesus’
love is forever! Yesterday and today and forever!
He loves you
forever! – not only until death do us part, but forever!
Rediscovering the Tomb: The End and the Beginning of the World
Look at Mary
Magdalene. She is there in the early morning “while it was still dark.” This is
about four in the morning. (I googled this). Who goes to a tomb at four in the
morning?! Nobody does that. Unless… unless it was love.
I totally get
Mary Magdalene now. She went to the tomb because she was convinced that Love
was forever. She was in disbelief at what had happened to Love on that Cross. Love, she thought, Love couldn’t be killed—not like this, not by a Cross, not at all.
And so she goes to the tomb with a heart with so much sorrow, with a heart like
so many of us that pours forth its words: “Love, Love… Please… don’t let this
be the end of love!”
Don’t let this be the end of Love!
And when she
approaches the tomb, she notices that the door to it has been opened. She is
startled by this. Something is amiss. And so she runs to Peter and the apostles
and tells them that the stone was rolled back, that the door was open instead
of sealed.
And it was
supposed to be sealed, right? I mean, as much as I’m sure she wanted to believe
that Love is forever, there was some realism in her that believes—just as we
all do—that death is the great equalizer, the great destroyer. Nothing survives
death. So, Peter and John, come to the tomb because something is not right
here! Have we been wrong about death? Is there something… beyond it?
So they run to
the tomb. And John goes in once Peter has arrived. And the tomb is empty.
But something
happens in that tomb: the Gospel says that John “saw and believed.”
He saw and believed.
I think of Jesus’
first invitation when Andrew asked Him, “Lord, where are you staying?” Jesus
responded, saying: “Come and see.”
If you have ever
seen or read “Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,” you know about
how Lucy and Peter and the others stumble upon an innocuous wardrobe—like a
kind of closet. They open the door and enter into it. But it’s unlike anything
they could have possibly ever imagined. The closet opens up to a whole new
world of beauty and adventure and everything beyond our most satisfying of
dreams.
That’s the tomb.
The stone of the
tomb is the door of the entry to eternal life and the new world. I imagine
Peter and John walking in and it’s just a dark tomb, but interiorly—here, in
their heart—something is opening up, new life is coming forward. Something
powerful. Something extraordinary. Something… definitive.
The Challenge of Easter
This is the challenge
of Easter. You see, Good Friday challenges our sensibilities in saying that God
Loves us unto death. Easter Sunday comforts us by saying that God’s love is
yesterday, today, and forever. That His love is definitive—more definitive than
death.
The challenge of
Easter, then, is this tomb. This tomb is the doorway. It is the open door, the
open invitation, the open challenge to us from God who says, “And you? Is your
love for me… definitive? Are you willing to die for it? To enter the tomb of definitive, committed love for
me?”
And that scares
me. I’m scared of the tomb. It appears dark. And what if I enter in and am
disappointed? What if I enter in and the door swings shut and locks and I’m
stuck? What if what is definitive… is not in my favor?
I am doubting.
The Lord invites
us: Come and see. Enter into a love that is definitive. Give your life for this
love.
I can tell you
from personal experience that while entry is the ultimate in adventure and the
summation of every test of intestinal fortitude, there is a whole new beautiful
amazing world in this choice of definitive love. I was not always a priest. I
was once a bad Catholic. I had great doubts as I studied at Washington University. And I came
to the realization that there was one doubt that I never doubted: my own doubt!
As silly as it
sounds, sometimes we have to doubt our doubt. Sometimes we have to choose to
have something more definitive than our own doubt. And this meant love. To love
with all my mind, heart, and strength. And to love the greatest of all loves:
Love Himself.
I entered the
tomb. Entry was something as simple and yet terrifyingly difficult as getting
on my knees one night and praying to God, admitting that I was not and that He
is and that, without Him, I was nothing; I was dead.
Never in my
wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be here with you, here at
#CatholicHappyLand, the largest parish in the State of Missouri! (And I’m an
introvert!) But it is beautiful here—and not just here, but the Catholic faith.
And how suffering has meaning. And how so many people enter into my life and I’m
getting to go deeper in love again and again. What a beautiful, wonderful, amazing life!
And I thought that being religious meant death!
And I thought that being religious meant death!
This is the
challenge of Easter and its beautiful promise.
Let Us Go Together!
Notice: John and Peter
entered the tomb together. Let us do the same. Let us go together! You are not alone! If you have fallen
away from the faith, we are here to help you come back! And I know it can be
difficult to return and to find out how to do things or to admit certain things
or to struggle with some aspects of being part of a community—but let us enter
this together! You are not alone!
If you doubt,
come! Come let us see together! If you are grieving, if you are hurting, if you
are with Mary Magdalene, weeping about the world and about love—let us go
together and see! See, love is yesterday, today, and forever! There is new life
won for us on Good Friday and it is open now to us today!
I don’t know
about you, but I need this love. I am not a good person without Him. My love is
so yesterday and so barely today. I want a love that is forever. I want to love
forever. I don’t want my love to be a flash-in-the-pan, here today but gone
next Sunday.
What do you want?
Do you want eternal life? Do you want Love that is forever?
Then let us go
together! To Jesus, our Risen Lord: Love! Yesterday, Today, and Forever!
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