A Musical Prayer for the Victims of Religious Persecution – Psalm Offering 8, Opus 7

The thought of my wretched homelessness
is wormwood and poison;
Remembering it over and over,
my soul is downcast.
But this I will call to mind;
therefore I will hope:
The LORD’s acts of mercy are not exhausted,
his compassion is not spent
They are renewed each morning—
great is your faithfulness!
The LORD is my portion, I tell myself
therefore I will hope in him
The LORD is good to those who trust in him,
to the one that seeks him;
It is good to hope in silence
for the LORD’s deliverance.
(Lamentations 3: 19-26, NAB)

For centuries upon centuries religions have persecuted other religions in the name of the God they profess to worship. It matters not whether it be Christian against Christian, Muslim against Muslim, Christian against Muslim, Muslim against Hindu and everybody against Judaism. We all like to think that God is on our side. As Abraham Lincoln pointed out to a citizen who was boasting about God being on the side of the Union Army, “The question is not whether God is on our side or not. The question to answer is are we on God’s side?” We may call God by different names and titles, but the fact remains that God is the creator of all people and is Lord of all religions.

After a little over 7 days, I have composed this Psalm Offering. This Psalm Offering is offered up as a prayer for all the victims of religious persecution.

(c) 2017 by Deacon Bob Wagner OFS, all rights reserved.

Homily for the Sixth Sunday of Easter, Year A, 2017

HOMILY FOR THE 6TH SUNDAY OF EASTER, YEAR A

The summer of 1969. I had just gotten my driver’s license. Every Friday or Saturday night saw Ruthie and I going out on a date to a movie theater in downtown St. Paul. Her older sister, Annie, working the ticket booth at the Riviera Theater on Wabasha, would let us see a free movie from time to time. One movie we saw a number of times was “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.” Butch, Sundance and their gang robbed trains and did so with the ease of someone picking fruit off a tree. (For our high school and college graduates present today, I must add that robbing trains, anyone, or anything is a very poor career choice.) The railroad, tired of having their payroll robbed, hires a special posse to kill them. In a series of scenes, unable to escape the posse that is tracking them, Butch keeps on asking Sundance the question, “Who are these guys? Just who are these guys?” Butch and Sundance to escape being shot by the posse jump off a high cliff into a river far below. Sundance complains just before he jumps that he can’t swim, and Butch shouts, “You crazy? The fall will probably kill ya!”

Butch Cassidy asked a very fundamental question, “Who are these guys?” The most fundamental question that all of us ask ourselves is the question, “Who am I?” “Who am I, really?” Like the posse that chased Butch and Sundance this  important question relentlessly chases us throughout our lives. It is a question that cannot be answered by what we do for an occupation, whether we be a student, a graduate, a farmer, a business professional, a homemaker. The question, “Who am I?” is not about what we do, but with whom we are in a relationship. I can answer the question with “I am the husband of Ruth. I am the father of Andy, Luke, Meg, and Beth.” While all of this is true, my answer is incomplete. It still does not answer the question, “Who am I?” With whom was I  in relationship before I was even born? I was in relationship with God. From the moment God thought me into existence, I have been in relationship with God. This is true for all of us. First and foremost, we were children of God. The gospel tells us today that we are not just children of God. We are more. We are the Christ!

Jesus tells his disciples today, “In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me, because I live and you will live. On that day you will realize that I am in my Father and you are in me and I in you.” If the world can no longer see Jesus because he has ascended to the Father, how is Jesus going to be revealed to the world?

There is only one way. You and I are the living presence of Jesus to our world. The only way our world will come to see and know Jesus is through you and I.

How can this be? I am a very flawed person. How can I be Christ to the world? Jesus tells us, “Whoever has my commandments and observes them is the one who loves me. Whoever loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and reveal myself to him.” The world will know that we are truly the revelation of Jesus by the way we live his commandments.

So what are these commandments? In his first letter, St. John is quite specific. He writes, “Love is of God; everyone who loves is begotten by God and knows God. Whoever is without love does not know God, for God is love. In this way the love of God was revealed to us: God sent his only Son into the world so that we might have life through him. In this is love: not that we have loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as expiation for our sins.” St. John concludes, “Beloved, if God so loved us, we also must love one another. No one has ever seen God. Yet, if we love one another, God remains in us, and his love is brought to perfection in us.” Jesus is revealed to the world in the way we love as God loves.

You may have already heard this story from me, yet, for me, it remains one of the most profound acts of God’s love being lived out. It was my first Christmas Eve at St. Stephen Catholic Church in South Minneapolis. The parish of St. Stephen’s at that time was made up of many people who were broken by life. Some were homeless. Others were ex-priests, ex-nuns, gay and lesbian, developmentally disabled, ex-offenders, and so on. Many self-righteous Catholics of the Archdiocese pretty much wrote off the parishioners there as already being damned by God. The parish ran and to this day continues to run a homeless shelter that sleeps 45 homeless men every night.

On my first Christmas Eve at St Stephen’s, a homeless man, intoxicated and dressed in a purple suit, sat in the front pew of the church. He wept throughout the Christmas Eve Mass. At the conclusion of Mass, he had no place to go to sleep that night. Because he was intoxicated, the parish homeless shelter could not take him. With 45 men sleeping in close proximity to one another, the parish homeless shelter had to have strict rules about the use of alcohol and drugs. I struggled greatly as to what to do for this homeless man. Not dressed for the weather, he would have frozen to death were he to sleep outside that night. I appealed for help to one on my parishioners, a gay man, who with his partner and their children, were at Mass that night. The gay man reassured me and then sat next to the homeless man speaking quietly to him. The homeless man turned toward him, put his arms around him, and wept in great heaving sobs on the gay man’s shoulder. It was as if all the burdens of his life were emptied in the tears he shed on that man’s shoulder. The gay man comforted the homeless man, till the homeless man’s sobs ceased. Then the gay man, his partner, and their children drove the homeless man to another homeless shelter, a safe, warm place that accepted and housed intoxicated people until they sobered up.

St Peter in his first letter today writes, “Sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts. Always be ready to give an explanation to anyone who asks you for a reason for your hope, but do it with gentleness and reverence.” With gentleness and reverence , the Christ sanctified in the hearts of that family was revealed to the homeless man and to me on that cold, Christmas Eve night. That family on that Christmas Eve, gave up all the family activities and fun they had planned, so that the homeless man had a safe, warm place to spend the night. They loved as God loves.

Today, we sit in this church and are faced with the question “Who am I?” It is the same question that all Christian communities have pondered since the time St. Peter wrote the letter we heard today. Who am I? Whether we be graduating from school and going on to further education, or graduating from school and looking to work in a career. Whether we leave church today and go home to the life of our family. Whether we leave church today and go off to work or go some place for recreation, the answer remains the same. Who am I? In so much we love as God loves, we are and must be Jesus Christ revealed to the world today. Let us sanctify Christ as Lord in our hearts. Let us always be ready to give an explanation to anyone who asks us for a reason for our hope, and do so with gentleness and reverence.

 

 

Psalm Offering 7, Opus 7 – For the victims of sexual violence.

“Look, O LORD, at the anguish I suffer!

My stomach churns,

And my heart recoils within me:

How bitter I am!

Outside the sword bereaves—

indoors, there is death.

My life is deprived of peace,

I have forgotten what happiness is.”

(Lamentations 1:20, 3:17 Revised New American Bible)

Sexual violence. World history has been filled with sexual violence. The Bible is filled with stories of men, women, and children sexually violated. Rape, incest, the murder of men and women from the GLBTQ community fills the news. Incidents of sexual violence has escalated seemingly since November of 2016 domestically and abroad. It matters not whether it the violence is institutionalized by political motive, as it is in Russia, or religiously motivated, as it may be in some world religions. Sexual violence is always an affront against God and humanity, who have been made in the image and the likeness of God. This Psalm Offering is a prayer for all victims of sexual violence. May God heal the brokenness they have suffered at the hands of others.

(c) 2017 by Deacon Bob Wagner OFS. All rights reserved.

ABOUT THE MUSIC: Of the Psalm Offerings in Opus 7, this is one of the shortest at just a little over 2 minutes in length. It is composed in a style that is largely from the Impressionistic period, with a use of parallel V7 chords and the use of a whole tone scale. It is in 3 part, ABA form. The unique feature of this music is that is is written in 7/4 time (seven beats a measure, a quarter note gets one beat).

WOULDN’T IT BE NICE – A POEM FOR MOTHER’S DAY 2017

My beloved Ruthie. This picture was one of four taken by my wonderful photographer, daughter-in-law, Olivia, and given to me as a birthday present last year.

WOULDN’T IT BE NICE – A POEM FOR MOTHER’S DAY 2017

“Wouldn’t it be nice …”
the Beach Boys serenade,
our dating dream for us,
a life spent together
uninterrupted, focused
only on each other.

 9:15 pm, the song
runs through my mind
as I open the bedroom
door, call out to you softy
to awaken and pause
for your eyes adjust to
the light leaking in
from the hallway before
throwing the switch
to flood with light
the darkened bedroom.

 Another night apart,
much like when we dated.
Luck and schedules may
give us two nights together
in a row, a gift bestowed
every other week, yet,
grateful am I for even
one night with you,
exhausted as you may be
sleeping in your chair.

 Feelings of disappointment,
of dreams cheated cruelly
might be justified to one
of an ungrateful heart.
Thirty of our nearly
forty-three years of
marriage spent apart
in order to just survive.
How cruel a joke to play
on two people so in love.
Yet, I kneel before you
in humble gratitude,
one who recognizes
the tremendous sacrifice
that you have made for
 our children and I.

 A mother’s love transcends,
transcends in ways far
exceeding the norm of
expectations and limits.
Self-sacrifice, never taught
but, seemingly a part of
a mother’s DNA, something
that comes from the moment
of conception, as a mother’s
life flows from herself
to the child within her uterus.

 Not so men, not so is
self-sacrifice a given,
except for the Christ
who, as Julian of Norwich
wisely observed, was both
man and mother.
Only the rare, distinctive man,
my own father one of them,
is given this gift of self-sacrifice
freely and without asking.

 I, your humble student,
kneel at your feet, yearning
to touch the hem of
your nurses uniform,
that somehow miraculously
I may be cured of my own
self-centeredness and
possess the gift of love
that flows so openly
and willingly from you to us.

 I peer out from lighted window
Into the darkened world,
the blessing I impart to you
chasing you as you open
the door to your car.
We smile at one another,
and wave, blowing kisses
to one another as you
drive off in the dark,
much like we did so many years
ago, as the Beach Boys serenaded,
“Wouldn’t it be nice …”

 

 

The Servant Girl at Emmaus – a poem by Denise Levertov

The Servant Girl at Emmaus (painter – Valazquez) Is the painting about which this poem was written by Denise Levertov

The Servant-Girl at Emmaus (A Painting by Velazquez)

 She listens, listens, holding

her breath. Surely that voice

is his – the one

who had looked at her, once, across the crowd,

as no one ever had looked?

Had seen her? had spoken as if to her?

 

Surely those hands were his,

taking the platter of bread from hers just now?

Hands he’d laid on the dying and made them well?

 

Surely that face – ?

 

The man they’d crucified for sedition and blasphemy.

The man whose body disappeared from its tomb.

The man it was rumored now some women had seen this morning,

alive?

 

Those who had brought this stranger home to their table

don’t recognize yet with whom they sit.

But she is in the kitchen, absently touching

the winejug she’s to take in,

a young Black servant intently listening.

 

swings round and sees

the light around him

and is sure.[1]

[1] ‘The Servant-Girl at Emmaus.’ The painting is in the collection of Russborough House, County Wicklow, Ireland. Before it was cleaned, the subject was not apparent: only when the figures at table in a room behind her were revealed was her previously ambiguous expression clearly legible as acutely attentive.

A musical prayer for victims of racial violence – Psalm Offering 6, Opus 7

Look, O LORD, at the anguish I suffer!

My stomach churns,

And my heart recoils within me:

How bitter I am!

Outside the sword bereaves—

indoors, there is death.

Hear how I am groaning;

there is no one to comfort me. (Lamentations 1: 1-2a, NABRE)

The November 2016 elections revealed to the world that the racial bigotry and violence that had marred the history of the United States is as vicious as it had been in the past. I, along with many Americans, had hoped that this ugly past had been wiped away during the advances made during the Civil Rights movement of the 1960’s. How this has been proven false in the few months that have passed since trump’s inauguration. Attorney General Jeff Sessions has worked to reinstitutionalize racial hatred in the Federal Government, fueling the violence and hatred of a small-minded, easily swayed minority of white bigots.

This Psalm Offering is a prayer offered up for victims of racial violence.

(c) 2017 by Deacon Bob Wagner OFS.

Peace Be With You – a homily on the 2nd Sunday of Easter

HOMILY FOR THE 2ND SUNDAY IN EASTER

 There is a saying that goes, “He is as nervous as a cat in a thunderstorm.” Cats feel an enormous amount of anxiety in thunderstorms. It is an anxiety fueled by paralyzing fear, helplessness, and a lack of power to stop the storm raging outside. The same amount of anxiety, paralyzing fear, and helplessness fills the upper room in which the apostles cower, following the death of Jesus.

 They have all right to fear. The Romans had just brutally and publicly executed their leader. In the Gospel of John, they have been very well known associates of Jesus for over three years. They fear that at any moment, they will hear the heavy trod of soldiers’ feet outside the flimsy door behind which they are hiding, and they will be brutally arrested, whipped mercilessly, and crucified just like their leader, their bodies left hanging on crosses to be picked clean by the birds.

 We all know the anxiety the apostles are feeling. Anxiety and fear can fill our lives to the point of being paralyzed by it. Just like the apostles, we cower and we hide in our own upper rooms, behind barriers as flimsy as the door that separates the apostles from the world outside.

 The anxiety and fear that permeates the entire world today is so thick one can reach out and touch it. I remember the fear during the Cuban Missile crisis of the early sixties when paranoia drove people to create fallout shelters in their own backyards. I remember the same fear following 911 when some people were literally driven insane because they feared terrorists hiding behind every rock and every tree. Today, we turn our homes into armed fortresses in vain hope that we can fend off all threats to ourselves. Ironically, the more we arm ourselves, our fear and anxiety does not decrease, it only increases.

 We want peace as much do the apostles! But the peace we seek is fleeting. Everything we try to do on our own initiative to create peace fails. We cannot find peace outside of ourselves. Peace is something that comes only from within. Today’s gospel shows us that there is only way we will find peace in this very violent, anxiety-ridden world, and that is in Jesus Christ.

 The apostles learned this lesson in today’s gospel. Into the apostles’ fear-filled upper room, Jesus appears. What is the first thing he says to the apostles? He says, “Peace be with you.” In an instance, the paralyzing fear that has gripped the apostles falls away. It is as when Jesus uttered the word, peace, they breathed it into their whole being.  Amidst the violence and chaos that rages outside the door of that upper room, they suddenly not only feel peace, but they become the peace of which Jesus speaks.

 Then Jesus breathes upon them and says, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” In receiving the Holy Spirit, they suddenly know in their minds and their hearts, the peace of which Jesus speaks. From that moment on, they become fearless. They will go forth from that upper room to fearlessly proclaim the risen Lord to all people. They no longer fear the violence that the world can throw at them, for they know that the peace of Christ has forever conquered all fear, all anxiety, and eventually will overthrow all violence and hate.

 Into our fear-filled upper rooms, Jesus appears and says to us, “Peace be with you.” To experience and to know the peace of Christ, we must first believe. Jesus says to Thomas, “Blessed are those who have not seen but believed” We must believe that once we believe in the Risen Christ and the peace he offers us, nothing will separate us from that peace. St. Paul expresses this in his letter to the Romans. “What can separate us from the love of Christ?” St. Paul writes. Will anguish, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or the sword?” St. Paul concludes, “No, in all these things we conquer overwhelmingly through him who loved us.

 When the peace of Christ fills our hearts and our minds, then, like the apostles, we will no longer be conquered by fear. We will become as fearless as the apostles, which leads us to one more task to accomplish. We must share that peace of Christ with all people. There is a beautiful prayer written by Jon Vandelier, a pastor from South Africa, a pastor who has known and experienced the horror and violence of apartheid. His prayer expresses wonderfully how we go about sharing Christ’s peace as we leave this church today.

 Around the well of your grace, O God,

Are those who thirst for friendship and love;

Help us to offer them the living water of community and connectedness.

 

Around the well of your life, O God,

Are those who thirst for joy and safety;

Help us to offer them the water of playfulness and protection.

 

Around the well of your mercy, O God,

Are those who thirst for wholeness and peace;

Help us to offer them the living water of comfort, healing and welcome.

 

Around the well of your presence, O God,

Are those who thirst for meaning and connection;

Help us to offer them the living water of service and worship.

 

May the life we have found in you,

Be the gift we share with all who hunger and thirst,

With all who are outcast and rejected,

With all who have too little or too much,

with all who are wounded or ashamed.

And, through us, may this corner of the world

Overflow with you, living water.”

 We pray this through Christ, our Risen Lord. “Amen.”

Holy Week – Jesus Oneing With Us

Julian of Norwich in her mystical experience speaks of Jesus “Oneing” with us. We do not use the medieval word “oneing” anymore, but it expresses perhaps our connection to God so very clearly and succinctly. St Paul asks in his letter to the Romans whether we are aware that we who have been baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death? Paul follows this by stating that since we were baptized into Christ’s death we will also rise with him in the Resurrection. In baptism we are “oned” with Jesus. Conversely by faith we state that Jesus oned himself to us in our human condition at the moment of his Incarnation. Being oned with Jesus is paramount as we enter this Palm/Passion Sunday beginning to Holy Week, and, culminates with us rising with Jesus a week later on Easter Sunday.

Over 20 years ago, the preeminent Catholic scripture scholar Fr. Raymond Brown had just completed two major studies on the life of Jesus. One was a massive one volume book entitled “The Birth of the Messiah.” The other was a massive two volume set entitled “The Death of the Messiah.” I was introduced to the work of Fr. Brown by none other than Michael Joncas (aka Rev Jon Michael Joncas) when he was assigned to the parish of The Presentation of Mary as a baby priest. Mike was my professor in an independent course on scripture. He asked me to purchase Fr. Brown’s two volume commentary on the Gospel of John, published in the Anchor Bible Series. Prior to reading Ray Brown’s commentary on John, I had never encountered scholarship on that high a level. His annotated footnotes had annotated footnotes. His knowledge of history, his knowledge of theology, his knowledge of ancient languages and off its nuances whas a remarkable discovery and experience for me.

At the biblical conference at which Fr. Brown unveiled his two massive studies on the life of Jesus, he spoke of the last words of Jesus in the Synoptic Gospels and in the Gospel of John. In Mark and Matthew’s accounts of the Passion, Jesus utters his last words, “My God, my God why have you forsaken me.” In Luke’s account, Jesus utters, “Into your hands I commend my spirit.” And, in John’s account, Jesus utters, “It is accomplished (sometimes translated, It is finished,).”

Fr. Brown spoke first of Jesus’ last words in Mark’s and Matthew’s Passion. He told us that Jesus died in despair. In the garden, Jesus cries out to the Father in anguish and fear, and heard nothing, absolutely nothing in return from the Father. It was as if the Father purposely ignored the pleas of his beloved Son. Dying on the cross, betrayed and abandoned by his followers with the exception of his women disciples who were faithful to him to the very end (NOTE: that it is only in John’s account that Mary, the mother of Jesus was present. In the Synoptic Gospels, Mary, too, is absent.), Jesus ends his life crying out in despair.

Then, Fr. Brown talked about Luke’s account of the Passion. Jesus, sweating drops of blood, cries out to God the Father in the Garden. The Father, in a compassionate response, sends an angel to comfort his beloved Son. Again, Jesus dies betrayed and abandoned by all but his faithful women disciples, his mother again absent. But in this Passion, Jesus dies entrusting his soul to the Father who loves him so very much.

Then, Fr. Brown spoke about John’s account of the Passion. John paints a different picture of Jesus. Instead of Jesus losing control of the events in his life leading up and through his crucifixion, as in the Synoptic accounts, in John’s account Jesus is in total control all of the way. This Passion written much later than the Synoptics, shows Jesus almost choreographing his Passion and his Death. It is almost as if Jesus hops up on the cross himself. He is surrounded, again, by his faithful women disciples, and now, his mother, Mary, and the beloved disciple who is not identified, but that tradition tells us is John, the brother of James. His last words, “It is accomplished!” are words of victory. Jesus knows that in his death, he has actually won! Jesus knows that he has duped his enemies, Satan and all of Satan’s angels, into thinking that they won when he was crucified, but in actuality, in dying on the cross, Jesus has crushed them! This is why the Gospel of John is used on Good Friday. It is not a Passion of defeat. It is a Passion of victory.

After relaying all this information to us. One of the partcipants asked Fr. Brown, which of the last words were the right ones. Fr. Brown’s answer was one that I will never forget.

Fr. Brown related to us that in his many years as a priest, he has been at the death beds of many people. Some, he told us, died in despair. Some, he said ,died in resignation, entrusting their lives to God. And, some, he said, die victorious. It matters not whether Jesus died in despair, resignation, or victory. What is important to those who are dying is that Jesus was there before and was one with them in their death of either despair, resignation, or victory. Jesus in ONED with us.

Holy Week reminds us that because in baptism we are one with Jesus in his Passion, Death, and Resurrection, that he is united to us in our personal experiences of the Paschal Mystery. We are have our experiences of passion, death, and resurrection repeatedly in our lives. Our passions and deaths may be that of illnesses, broken relationships, the death of loved ones, the loss of jobs, the loss of homes. All of our losses are oned with the losses of Jesus in Holy Week.

Holy Week reminds us that we are never abandoned by Jesus as we experience our passions and deaths, but that he accompanies us in solidarity with us. He knows how we feel. He knows our suffering. He knows our pain. He knows our agony.

Holy Week also reminds us that the cross is not the end. Passion and Death are never the final answer, but is the journey we must make to reach the real end. That is the Resurrection. At the end of life is not darkness and an empty void. Rather, at the end of life is victory and life everlasting!

It is true that we are “oned” with Jesus in his passion and death. But most importantly, we are “oned” with Jesus in everlasting victory and glory. May our journey throughout this week be one in solidarity with Jesus, who went before us to show us the way. For as John relates to us in his Passion, Jesus’ last teaching to his disciples before they left to go to the Garden was this, “I AM the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)

 

BLINDSIDED BY HOLY WEEK? HARDLY!

Blindsided is an interesting word. We usually use the word to describe a situation in which a person is caught unaware. For instance, “the quarterback was blindsided by the tackle.” Or, “the politician was   blindsided by the exposé on him in the newspaper.” In neither of the gospel passages below are the participants caught blindsided.

Some of the Pharisees who were with him heard this
and said to him, “Surely we are not also blind, are we?”
Jesus said to them,
“If you were blind, you would have no sin;
but now you are saying, ‘We see,’ so your sin remains. (John’s account of the man born blind)

Then after this he (Jesus) said to his disciples,
“Let us go back to Judea.”
The disciples said to him,
“Rabbi, the Jews were just trying to stone you,
and you want to go back there?”
Jesus answered,
“Are there not twelve hours in a day?
If one walks during the day, he does not stumble,
because he sees the light of this world.
But if one walks at night, he stumbles,
because the light is not in him.” (John’s account of the raising of Lazarus from the dead)

In the story of the man born blind, Jesus pointedly informs the Pharisees that they are well aware of their sin. They are not blindsided by it. Their defiance of Jesus is an acknowledgement of this fact. In the story of the raising of Lazarus from the dead, Jesus is not blind to the danger into which he is taking by reentering Judea. He knows full well that when he enters Judea, he is walking into a trap that will eventually end his life. As we enter Holy Week this liturgical year how well aware are we of the journey we are taking? Are we vulnerable to being blindsided?

Lent is a time of introspection, a time of self-examination. It is a time in which all excuses of being blindsided fall away. The 40 days of Lent compels us to dig through all that which muddles our lives. To use a graphic metaphor, it is roto rooter time, in which we stand waist deep in the crap that blocks and clogs our spiritual life, and examine the true status of our lives. If we choose to remain mired in sin, we will only sink deeper and deeper into sin, eventually losing ourselves, disappearing under its weight. This is precisely what the Pharisees choose to do in the story of the man born blind. Unlike the Pharisees,  if we choose to be free from the mire in which we find ourselves, we must make a commitment to clear away and wash ourselves clean of the sin that putrefies our lives. There are consequences to both choices.

It is easy to get really comfortable in sin. It is easy to give in to all the allurements, all the pleasures, all the false promises that sin offers.  It can be really nice. The paradox is that we know it is happening, we know we are losing who we really are, as sin continues to pile lies upon lies on ourselves. What is absolutely astounding is that we give it our full and open assent!

If we are to live up to the full potential God meant for us when we were created, we must face our sin and acknowledge it. As the comedian W.C. Fields once said, “There comes a time in a young man’s life when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.”

We all have one sin that is an Achilles Heel for us. To discard and walk away from the sin that plagues us is to die to a former way of living that was once so attractive and comfortable. We walk away and hope we can continue to walk away into a new and healthier way of living. Do we have the strength not to get lured back?  It’s not easy. Again as W.C. Fields once observed, “Don’t tell me you can’t quit drinking! I have done it a thousand times!!” The sad fact about W.C. Fields, is that even though he was fully aware that he was addicted to alcohol and it was destroying his liver, he was unable to break free from his addiction. He remarked on his death bed that his one wish was that he could have gotten through life without alcohol.

Unlike the Synoptic Gospels of Mark, Matthew and Luke, in John’s Gospel, the active ministry of Jesus lasts three years. Most of that time, Jesus is a fugitive from the religious and civil authorities in Judea. He  makes occasional excursions into Jerusalem, stirs things up for the religious and civil authorities, then “gets out of town” so to speak, into Galilee, where they are unable to touch him. One could say that Galilee was Jesus’ “Hole in the Wall,” to use a Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid reference.

In the story of the raising of Lazarus from the dead, Jesus enters Judea full knowing that this would be his last journey. He was well aware that one of his disciples had conspired with the Jewish religious authorities to plan his death. Nonetheless, Jesus fully commits himself to the completion of his earthly mission. “Unless a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a grain of wheat, but if it dies, it produces great fruit”(John 12:24) Jesus teaches just prior to his death. Jesus knows he must die first in order to bring about a new order in a world stunted and twisted by sin.

When we make a commitment to free ourselves from sin, we commit ourselves to experiencing a death to our old selves. This does not happen by accident. Like Jesus, fully aware, we commit ourselves to die to an old way of life, an old way we ordered our world so that we will be able to live a new order by which our lives will be more fruitful. This is not the one time “born again” (as our Evangelical brothers and sisters like to say) commitment of conversion. It is a daily commitment to conversion. We have to make this commitment of conversion every day of our lives from that moment forward.  It is not enough to say, “I have accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior,” and then lapse back into the way we once lived. When we choose Jesus as “the way, the truth and the life”, our living must utterly change to match our words.

Beginning from the first Mass of Palm/Passion Sunday we enter into the world of Jesus walking fully aware into a world of darkness, chaos, treachery, cowardice, and brutal execution. Jesus was not blindsided by what he experienced. He knew what he was getting himself into. But he also knew that in entering this very dark place, he would emerge victorious three days later. As we walk through these days of darkness with Jesus, may we shed the darkness that clings to our own lives, die to ourselves, and emerge with Jesus victorious on Easter Sunday.

For the victims of hunger – Psalm Offering 5 Opus 7

Psalm Offering 5, Opus 7 is the newest composed Psalm Offering in a collection of music I am entitling the “Lamentations Psalm Offerings”. Psalm Offering 5 is a musical prayer offered up for the victims of hunger in our world.

Infants and babes faint in the streets of the city. They cry to their mothers, “Where is bread and wine?” as they faint like the wounded in the streets of the city, as their life is poured out on their mothers’ bosom. (Lamentations 2: 11c-12)

One can hardly turn on the television without seeing an advertisement for “Feed Our Starving Children” or other similar programs to feed the starving in the world. Famine, mighty storms like hurricanes, drought, pestilence and so many other natural factors bring on the starvation of people. It is a slow, cold, and cruel death. What is most insidious are those in powerful places who purposely starve out whole segments of people. Governments have been known to purposely starve those who oppose them. One only has to look at the Sudan region of Africa, Syria, and other nations to see the horror perpetuated upon the innocent by starvation.

This Psalm Offering is a prayer to God on behalf of the starving peoples of the world.

Scriptural passage from: Coogan, Michael D.; Brettler, Marc Z.; Perkins, Pheme; Newsom, Carol A.. The New Oxford Annotated Bible with Apocrypha: New Revised Standard Version (Page 1151). Oxford University Press. Kindle Edition.

(c) 2017 by Deacon Bob Wagner OFS. All rights reserved.

About the music: This is a piano piece in a form known as “variations on a theme.” A theme or melody is stated fairly simply, then that theme is varied in many different ways. Within this composition, the theme is originally stated in a time signature of 2/4. The theme shifts to 3/4 (or waltz meter), then to 6/8, and concludes in a 4/4  time signature. Along the way the tempo varies from fairly moderate to extremely fast. The key changes from F Lydian to A Lydian to G Lydian to C minor, to C Lydian and concludes in E minor.

Lydian is an ancient Greek scale in which the scale ascends, whole step, whole step, whole step, half step, whole step, whole step, half step (in contrast to the major scale we are all familiar with: whole step, whole step, half step, whole step, whole step whole step, half step.). The Lydian Scale almost sounds like a major scale but it is still very different, which makes for an unusual melody line.