The Gospel for today:

Each year Jesus’ parents went up to Jerusalem for the feast of Passover, and when he was twelve years old, they went up according to festival custom. After they had completed its days, as they were returning, the boy Jesus remained behind in Jerusalem, but his parents did not know it. Thinking that he was in the caravan, they journeyed for a day and looking for him among their relatives and acquaintances, but not finding him, they returned to Jerusalem to look for him. After three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions, and all who heard him were astounded at his understanding and his answers. When his parents saw him, they were astonished, and his mother said to him, “Son, why have you done this to us? Your father and I have been looking for you with great anxiety”. And he said to them, “Why where you looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house?” But they did not understand what he said to them. He went down with them and came to Nazareth, and he was obedient to them; and his mother kept all these things in her heart. And Jesus advanced in wisdom and age and favour before God and man. Amen.

Today we read in the Gospel the familiar story about the Holy family going to Jerusalem for the Passover.  The Gospel tells us that after the Passover, the Holy Family were on their way back to Nazareth, but the Child Jesus stayed behind without his parents knowing, when his parents found that Jesus was not with their relatives or acquaintances, they looked everywhere for him and they found him in the Temple three days later. Mary said to Jesus that they have been looking for him and Jesus replies, “Did you not know that I was must in my Father’s house,”

How do we fit this story into our daily lives?

We are on a journey where our Jesus is to celebrate the Passover in heaven with the whole company of heaven, with the Holy Family at the right hand of God.

We are also sometimes nowhere to be found when Jesus looks for us and sometimes we close the door so Jesus can’t get through. We are sometimes the ones searching for something and sometimes it is Jesus himself that we are look for.

We find Jesus everywhere, but especially in the Father House, the Church. And also in the Sacraments.

Are we going to be found in our Father’s house or as some Bibles say “dealing with my Father’s affairs?”  are we like Jesus, are we dealing with our Father’s affairs, we as Dominican’s are dealing with our Father’s affairs every time we are doing our ministry, every time we say Mass, preaching, helping the poor, visiting the sick and also praying for the needs of the world.

Our Father’s house is everywhere we do our ministry.

At the end of the Gospel we read that Jesus went back to Nazareth, and was obedient to them.

And that is what we are called to do, be obedient unto death.

Finally, let us pray for each other in the world that we live in, and by the example of the Holy Family and the Child Jesus, be obedient to the teaching of the Church and the our Dominican Rule and our Superiors. Amen.

“In the tender compassion of our God
the dawn from on high shall break upon us,
to shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death,
and to guide our feet into the way of peace.”

Years ago, I was sitting with my mother in her assisted living apartment, reading the Liturgy of the Hours. My mother, who was the most spiritual and “faithful” person I’ve ever known, wanted to hear what I was reading. So I read Zecharaiah’s canticle, “Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel…”

When I finished she said, “That is beautiful.”

I had never thought of it like that. Leave it to mothers to show us the way!

In my memory, Christmas Eve is a calm, comfortable, warm…perfect night. From the time I was a young child, quivering in anticipation, through my youth, until now in my old age, Christmas Eve has always…well, almost always…had this aura for me. Cozy, some would call it.

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, o night when Christ was born;
O night, O Holy Night, O night divine!
O night, O Holy Night, O night divine!

Except for one Christmas Eve.

That was not cozy…nor anything comforting.

I remember vividly, to this day, banging on the dining room window with a wooden block, the kind that had letters and numbers on it, banging so hard my mother was afraid I’d break the glass. I can see my father’s car pulling out of the driveway and going up the street, off to the bar, or the liquor store, or wherever he shouted that he was going. My mother, brother, sister, and I were alone on Christmas Eve. I was crying and bereft. And my mother was comforting us.

My father came back from the infantry in World War II a full-blown alcoholic, as my mother told it. And to tell the truth, Christmas Eve was not always calm, comfortable, warm, nor perfect. But as a child, I fell back on the blessings of the season and willed myself into a Currier and Ives depiction of what I wanted in my life.

I made it comfortable. Today I believe that the Holy Spirit helped us through those difficult times, those Christmas holidays that were so fraught with terror for little kids. Because my mother could see what was beautiful in the world around her.  She made it comfortable for all of us.

What’s past is past. And as my wife recently said to me of difficult people, “One way to look at them is that they are just doing the best they can.”

As an aside here, it’s unnerving to think that you have married a woman just like your mother!

There’s a faith that can bring us peace. A faith in God, as with my mother, and a faith in humanity, as with my wife. Faith. We know that on Christmas Eve, the baby Jesus will be born again in all our minds. And that the promise we have heard will be fulfilled. And we know that our children, family, and friends will either be with us or thinking of us this night. And we know the thrill of hope in the new and glorious morn.

So we fall on our knees. We rejoice in the peace of God, which passeth all understanding. And we find comfort in the dark night, the sounds of the carols, the anticipation of friends, family, and the coming of the infant in the manger.

For no matter what we are facing, we can take comfort in the knowledge that God has said to us that we will have no burden that we cannot bear, that there is a calm in our souls, and that tomorrow will bring a new dawn of love and peace.

Merry Christmas!

Lord, thank you for coming to our help in our times of happiness and our times of sorrow. Thank you for giving us the splendor of your presence in the form of a little child. Thank you for the peace which passeth all understanding. Amen.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Our Gift from God is Born! 

The Christmas tree stands proudly and ladened with beautiful decorations. Christmas gifts of all shapes and sizes surround the tree, all prettily wrapped in fancy paper, tied with an array of colourful ribbons and bows.

The faces of happy children all aglow with excitement as they tear open these gifts on Christmas morning. Oh what Joy! 

But the true gift which came from God Our Father, to every single one of us didn’t come wrapped in fancy paper, this precious gift was not fastened with ribbons and bows.

This true gift of pure love and salvation was born in a lowly stable in Bethlehem and his bed was a feeding trough for animals.

This perfect, wondrous and precious gift came down to us from the heavens to free us from the damnation of sin and to be our salvation.

All this he did for us because of the love Our heavenly Father has for us. Our dear Lord! Who left his throne on high to be born lowly on earth amongst us and who would love us to teach us the ways of righteousness. He loves us to the extent that this lowly yet heavenly babe would later give himself willingly up to death upon the cross to atone for our sins, he did this to save us!

Oh such a truly wonderful gift to us from Our Father, even though we are unworthy sinners! A Holy gift of such perfect love!

This is the true gift of Christmas! The gift of God to you, to me, to everyone.

Let us rejoice! Rejoice! Let us offer the Lord praise and thanksgiving! 

Let us accept anew  in our hearts and in our lives this wonderful and incomprehensible gift of pure love and let us with all the heavenly hosts-Rejoice!!

Is his name Jesus or Emmanuel?

I always had this question growing up, and it fueled many other contradictory statements that I found in the Bible and the Gospels I heard at Mass.

Jesus? Emmanuel? And why is it sometimes spelled Immanuel? And why also is he Jesus Christ or Jesus or, as in Paul’s writings, Christ Jesus?

For a young child, and even for some of us adults, these name switches can be unnerving. (And for now, we’ll leave out all that bit about not having Joseph as his real father…some things are a little too much for kids.)

But wait. Now that I think of it, isn’t that the whole point of the differences between then and now, between good catechesis and the stuff some of us were served up in Sunday school and in homilies? These differences, and sometimes contradictions, confuse us if we are interpreting them from our present lives and experiences…and if we are not taught from an early age that the original language of the Bible was not English, or French, or even Latin.

Let me give an example for a minute: do you remember the exercise where there is a room full of people and one person is told a story. Then she must pass that story, in secret, to the next person, who in turn passes it on, until everyone is filled in. Then the last person tells the whole room the story out loud, and then the first does the same. Usually, there are two very different stories related, to much laughter and some embarrassment.

Now let’s go back to Jesus and Emmanuel.

First of all, his name was Yehoshua, which became Yeshua, which became Yesous in Greek, which became Jesus in English. And of course, there were many variations from the time of his birth to modern English. It means “God saves.” And the angel of the Lord said he should be named this “because he will save them from their sins.”

And then—Emmanuel. This means “God is with us” according to the Gospel for today. This is the same kind of name that we read in Isaiah: “And he will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

So what are we to do? Unlike in the example of the different stories I just mentioned, we have written records, translated and interpreted as they have been for two thousand years. What we call our Savior is not the issue, though, is it?

Just like children waiting for Christmas and the presents under the tree, the man’s name, the name of the holiday, the narrative, the celebration just gives us some touchstone to refer to when we really mean God will save us from our sins. And when we really mean on this day God came to live among us to show that he is with us.

As we hear in today’s Responsorial Psalm, this is the story we are being told, no matter how many translations there are:

For he shall rescue the poor when he cries out,

and the afflicted when he has no one to help him.

He shall have pity for the lowly and the poor;

the lives of the poor he shall save.

Much of our daily lives are taken up with the surface things. We skim over the underlying meanings because we have context through which to understand them. And sometimes it seems at this time of year we just skim over the “true meaning of Christmas.”

But isn’t this quite natural, since we grow up knowing that Christmas means presents and lots of food and wonderful music.  Truly a magical time…for most of us, that is.

So while today is just a week away from Christmas Day, and while if we were kids we’d be looking forward to school recess and all those presents, let’s just take a moment to dig deeper. To think of the name the angel gave: God will save us from our sins. To think of the name Isaiah prophesied: God is with us.

Think of these names for a moment. Here are presents and celebrations enough to give us thought every day of our lives. Saved from our sins by God who is right here. The heavens don’t have to open for us to be in the company of angels and in the bosom of our Lord. We are already with them and he is in us and we are in him.

As the Lord lives, we have arrived and we know him as he is. It just takes the heart of a child.

Today Lord, help us in our anticipation to know that the wait is over and the fire is lit, the feast is on the table, and the candle is in the window.