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Saturday, October 17, 2020

Last Sunday (Oct. 11) homily

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You may remember I talked about parables giving us glimpses of heaven, because Jesus wants to transform our minds to see life from the true perspective, and not from the lies that the enemy sows down here in the darkness. Today’s parable speaks to us about heaven, but it also works on another level, giving a sort of outline for how Christianity will spread throughout the world. You may recall Jesus telling his disciples to “shake the dust” off their feet and take the Good News to other towns whenever they are rejected – this is exactly what happens in the life of the early church, as recorded in the Acts of the Apostles and beyond, where after proclaiming in the synagogues, Paul and others eventually bring the Gospel to the Gentiles.

This works also for us too: God is constantly inviting us to something great. But like the invited guests, we often do not listen to the invitation. Sometimes this is really our fault. Other times, it is because the enemy has flown in like a bird to snatch the seed away from us, having made our ears deaf to the word of proclamation.

Our society constantly, and often implicitly, promotes values that make us spiritual zombies, numb to the things that matter. In order to hear God’s invitation, what we need is a transformed vision of our world.

When someone asks you “How’s life?” “How are you doing?” “Are you happy with the way things are going?” what do you use to measure that? Surely such a complicated question has many ways to look at it. 1. Career. 2. Health. 3. Family. 4. Friendships. 5. Faith. 6. Legacy. 7. Fame/popularity/honor. 8. Wealth. 9. Pleasure (do what I want to do).

The way you measure it tells you what you value, and helps you to understand the story you are a part of.

Our vision needs to be transformed. We live in a society that makes us numb to the invisible by constantly throwing our face into the visible.

 

CS LEWIS’ Weight of Glory is like reading two or three chapters of the the Gospels. It is not long. But it is worth it. (Just like the Gospels are totally worth it!) And like the Gospels, this will help to change your vision of the world. Here are some highlights:

If there lurks in most modern minds the notion that to desire our own good and earnestly to hope for the enjoyment of it is a bad thing, I submit that this notion has crept in from Kant and the Stoics and is no part of the Christian faith. Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

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We have within us a desire for our own faroff country. I feel a certain shyness speaking about it. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter. Another solution is to try to identify it with certain moments in one’s own past. But all this is a cheat. The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but are ultimately dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. Do you think I am trying to weave a spell? Perhaps I am; but remember your fairy tales. Spells are used for breaking enchantments as well as for inducing them. And you and I have need of the strongest spell that can be found to wake us from the evil enchantment of worldliness which has been laid upon us for nearly a hundred years. Almost our whole education has been directed to silencing this shy, persistent, inner voice; almost all our modern philosophies have been devised to convince us that the good of man is to be found on this earth. And yet it is a remarkable thing that such philosophies of Progress or Creative Evolution themselves bear reluctant witness to the truth that our real goal is elsewhere. When they want to convince you that earth is your home, notice how they set about it. They begin by trying to persuade you that earth can be made into heaven, thus giving a sop to your sense of exile in earth as it is. Next, they tell you that this fortunate event is still a good way off in the future, thus giving a sop to your knowledge that the fatherland is not here and now. Finally, lest your longing for the transtemporal should awake and spoil the whole affair, they use any rhetoric that comes to hand to keep out of your mind the recollection that even if all the happiness they promised could come to man on earth, yet still each generation would lose it by death, including the last generation of all, and the whole story would be nothing, not even a story, for ever and ever.

... A man’s physical hunger does not prove that that man will get any bread; he may die of starvation on a raft in the Atlantic. But surely a man’s hunger does prove that he comes of a race which repairs its body by eating and inhabits a world where eatable substances exist. In the same way, though I do not believe (I wish I did) that my desire for Paradise proves that I shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good indication that such a thing exists and that some men will. A man may love a woman and not win her; but it would be very odd if the phenomenon called “falling in love” occurred in a [world without romance].

 

Paradise exists, and in the Gospel today it is described as a great wedding feast (imagine an endless Thanksgiving that is all joy and no awkward!) That feast is available to us in a foretaste on this earth. It reaches out and gently touches us in prayer. We catch a glimpse of it in the sacraments. We hear it whispering in the Mass.

Listen to the ache within you, the hunger, the desire for heaven. It is God’s invitation to the wedding feast.