Sunday, May 15, 2016


Acts 2:1-11
Ps 104
1 Cor 12:3-7,12-13
Jn 20:19-23

Today’s feast is proof that it is impossible to understand the New Testament without knowing the Old.

“When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled, they were all in one place together.” 

It is important to remember that what we call the last supper, the night before Jesus' crucifixion, was a Passover meal.  It was a seder. The Pentecost referred to in the first reading was the Jewish feast of Pentecost, called Shavuot in Hebrew, a feast that is still celebrated by observant Jews.  Shavuot commemorates God giving the Ten Commandments to Moses fifty days after the Exodus.  Thus, Shavuot is celebrated fifty days after Passover.  This year it will be from 11 to 13 June.   Just as Moses received the wisdom and teaching of the Decalogue fifty days after the Exodus, the disciples received the wisdom and teaching of the Holy Spirit fifty days after Jesus’ resurrection, when He led our exodus from death to eternal life.  Thus, the Church celebrates Pentecost fifty days after Easter.

The reading from Acts is dramatic.  It is a movie script demanding George Lucas-like special effects:  Wind.  Flame.  Polyglot speaking.  Consider the people’s consternation that these unsophisticated and uneducated Galileans were able to speak in whatever language was necessary for everyone to hear the Good News.  With the speaking in tongues we find what some call “the reversal of Babel;” that which had been split apart by man's arrogance at the Tower of Babel, was made whole again by the Holy Spirit.

It is a pity we did not hear all of Psalm 104 during the responsorial.  Psalm 104 uses exquisite imagery to describe God’s ongoing act of creation.  Ideally God’s action and our response to His action are reciprocal, God's gift flowing from Creator to creature and our thanksgiving and praise from creature to Creator.

Today we celebrate the gifts of the Holy Spirit; gifts that strengthen our faith; gifts that strengthen our lives.  Each of us has been given unique gifts.  But, we have not been given identical gifts.  Our task is to discover the gifts unique to each of us and develop them.   “As a body is one though it has many parts . . .”  This is an important statement  to which Paul will return later. 

Certain sectors of society no longer acknowledge or accept differences or distinctions.  Indeed, there are concerted attempts to erase them.  There is a bizarre insistence on a kind of false or artificial equality.  It is an extreme version of particularity that is marked by a grandiose narcissistic sense of specialness.  Each individual or faction demands that his or her specialness is most special and thus deserves precedence.  Any discussion generally ends with someone shrieking the equivalent of  "my equality is more equal than your equality."  And then the whiner can go on a talk show to rant, demand an apology and insist on public penance by the accused miscreant.

Medical students hear amusing jokes, some of which can never be shared in sacred space, about the struggle for supremacy within the body.  The general outline is an argument in which each of the body's organs or organ systems is debating which one is the most important, which is MOST critical to the life and comfort of the individual.  However,  except for the appendix, a useless anatomic appendage, the body has no most important system. There is no supreme organ or organ system.  No capo di tutti capi.  There is no pope of the body.  Each of the body's systems is equally necessary to our ability to function and survive.  The lungs cannot do the work of the liver.  The liver cannot do the work of the heart.  The pancreas cannot do the work of the kidneys.  And nothing can cover and protect the body except the skin. If any one vital organ or system is seriously damaged, including the skin, the entire body is at risk of death.  It is that simple. 

None of us is the social equivalent of a stem cell, a totipotential cell that can become anything at all. Insisting that one has a dream does not mean it must or will be fulfilled.  "You can be whatever you want to be" is one of the greatest lies we are fed. That lie is being taken to an absurd and sinful extreme in the U.S.  We all have assets. We all have liabilities.  We all have weaknesses.  We all have strengths.  We are all fallible in some areas and more than competent in others.  The only thing we have is common is that we are sinners.  No exceptions and no counterbalance.  That we are all sinners loved by God is the only true equality.  We rejoice that the Holy Spirit has bestowed his gifts upon us. 

Our vocation is to cooperate with those gifts. We are to cooperate with those gifts  in the manner by which each of us is capable.  Our mission is to share the revelation of Jesus with those we meet using whatever language we know, or, as instructed by Francis of Assisi, "Preach the Gospel at all times, use words only when absolutely necessary."

The Easter Season has ended.  Beginning tonight we will be in ordinary time for about the next six months.  Green vestments.  Sunday Gospel from Luke.  And then we begin to celebrate the events in our redemption with Advent in early December.  

Five years ago at this time I was in Warrnambool, Victoria, Australia.  Shortly after Easter, which was very late that year, we were sent all over Australia for three weeks to give retreats in daily life.  I was sent to Warrnambool.  Great place.  The town has about 30,000. It sits on the coast.  St. Joseph Church was on the edge of the Central Business District.  It took about 20 minutes to walk to the coast.  There was an extraordinary amount of rain while I was there.  I couldn't complain as the area had been enmeshed in a years long drought, a not uncommon situation in Australia.  Because the retreat schedule was made to fit around the retreatants' daily lives, there were few periods of time when I could get out with the camera except for Wednesday, assuming it wasn't pouring.  

These rental boats were tied up for the impending winter.  Recall that the seasons are reversed from the northern hemisphere.  The weather was cool and crisp.  

I'd call this photo "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay" to honor the Otis Redding classic.  

These lost and broken sunglasses were a poignant reminder of the end of summer.  This is one of the few photos that I converted to black and white and then converted back as the effect is better in the monochrome brown. 

Beaches photograph well in black and white. 

In the trend of pop music the beach boy is searching for his surfer girl.  He wasn't going to find her there that day.  We were the only two on the beach. 

The last two are not identical.  They were taken from the same basic vantage point.  The colored one reminds me of the work of Winslow Homer.  The sun was going down rapidly, as was the temperature, and I had a long way to walk back to the church.  It was worth it, however. 

+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD

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