33rd Sunday OT(C)
Fr. Philip Neri Powell, OP
OLR, NOLA
OLR, NOLA
It
was a Friday afternoon after school. We were right outside the Ms
Shear’s house – she had an indoor pool with that the glass roof.
She would open her gates and let us run our bikes down her driveway
into the dead-end cove. At the bottom of the driveway that Friday
just as I was spinning around to ride back up, my best friend, Teddie
asked me, “Do you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?” I
stared at him for a second, mildly embarrassed, murmured something
unintelligible, and headed back up the hill. He followed and asked me
at the top, “Have you ever heard of the Tribulation?” No. “The
Second Coming of Jesus.” No. “The Rapture?” No. “The war at
Armageddon?” No. He stared at me, open-mouthed. I felt like a
circus-freak – one of those werewolf boys or eight-legged cows you
read about in F. O'Connor short stories. And just as I was starting
to think Teddie was going to slap a sign on me and start selling
tickets, he said, “You need to come to Vacation Bible School at
Fremeaux Ave. Baptist Church.” I distinctly remember his tone. He
pronounced this possibility like a highly-effective cure for a
particularly ugly disease, like suggesting radical plastic surgery to
the eight-legged cow or laser-hair removal for the werewolf boy.
Vacation Bible School will fix ten-year old-Jesus-stupid-Philip.
Jesus
knows how to get and hold the attention of a crowd. Pointing to the
temple, the very heart of the Jewish people, he says, “All that you
see here – the days will come when there will not be left a stone
upon another stone…” And the people wonder, “Teacher, when will
this happen?” Notice how Jesus answers. Typically, Jesus doesn’t
answer the question asked of him; rather, he answers the question we
would ask if we were less clueless! Rather than tell the crowd who or
what destroys the temple, or how the temple is destroyed, or even
when it is pulled down, Jesus says, “See that you are not deceived,
for many will come in my name, saying ‘I am he’ and ‘The time
is come.’ Do not follow them!” This isn’t an answer. And
neither is any of the rest of his response. War. Famine. Earthquakes.
Awesome sights and mighty signs. Persecutions of the church. These
have been going on since the beginning of the Church. Before the
Church even. And not only that, but the temple in Jerusalem was
destroyed by the Romans some seventy years after the resurrection of
Christ, making this passage from Luke’s gospel essentially an
interesting but ultimately pointless historical curiosity for us in
2016, right? Wrong! Jesus’ response to the crowd is an answer for
the ages. To us. He is speaking to us right now.
You
see, our faith, done right, is a dangerous thing. It is a worm in the
shiny apple of the world. A pest that buzzes ‘round the emperor’s
head. Our faith is a still small voice that never stops whispering
for the Lord’s justice. Never stops praying for the world’s sick,
hungry, lonely, oppressed, sinful. Our faith, our firm trust in the
Lord and our sure hope of resurrection, annoys; it burns to clean; it
names those who would set themselves on the altar of the temple, and
it pulls down the idols of the appetites. Through our faith we see
clearly, hear cleanly the chaos and racket of a world infused with
the spirit of the Now and the New. Easy salvation. Cheap grace.
No-challenge Church. Invent as you go, believe as you wish, do as you
please. Please yourself, please me! Here’s a new prophet, a new
priest to tickle our ears, to scratch our curiosities. I am he. The
time has come. I am he. The time is now. The time is new. I am he who
comes in the name of the Lord. I am he whose time is now and I come
in the name of a new Lord!
Do
not be deceived. Do not follow him. Or her. Or it – a spiritual
program, a method, a style or a fashion, a theological trend, or a
“new thing in prayer,” the latest thing to demand your
allegiance, your time and energy, your soul. Do not be deceived by
easy fixes, quick cures, elaborate models of living the faith, or
fanciful devotions that take your eyes from Christ. Do not be
deceived by the shiny, flickering world of cable-TV commerce or
media-born politics or the brain-rotting candy of cultural
relativism. Your faith is old. But your trust in the Lord is always
brand new. For us, Christ is the wisdom of the ages. Always fresh,
always innovative, always the original.
So,
ten-year-old-Jesus-stupid-Philip went to Baptist Vacation Bible
School. A week of verse-memorization, macaroni art, disciple-tag,
fevered altar calls in church, intense pressure to “come to Jesus.”
On the last day, I caved. I walked the aisle to the rail. In a
Baptist version of confession, I muttered a few sins to the preacher.
He asked me if I accepted Jesus into my heart as my personal Lord and
Savior. I said, “Yes.” But I thought, “Sure. Anything to get
outta here!” Later, Teddie asked me if I felt different. I said,
“No. Not really.” Again, he stared at me like I had grown a third
eye. He said sadly, “Well, you didn’t get saved then. You would
feel it.” All I could do was shrug and say, “Maybe next time.”
He showed me the Book of Revelation where the blood of those killed
in the war against the Beast flowed as high as a horse’s bridle. He
pointed to the whore of Babylon and told me that was really the
Catholic Church. He read out to me the parts about the angels and the
seven seals and the ten-headed dragon and the number 666. And he
managed to scare Jesus into me. Or maybe he scared me into Jesus.
Jesus
warns us that we will be persecuted. Arrested and executed for our
faith. This was made clear to me by Teddie when he showed me the
chaos of the apocalypse. The energy, the fervor of his belief
propelled me to seek out, to question, to look more deeply into the
faith. I didn’t stop at the fundamentalist vision of the end times.
I kept reading, praying, asking questions. And I found the
Church…eventually. Before that though I let every alien
philosophy out there, every puny little god with a creed and a priest
tell me how to live. We are the Church, the Body of Christ. We are
his Body and Blood. The blood of the martyrs’ faith. The faith of
our ancestors in covenant with the Father. And a Father who has not
abandoned us to novelty, to trendy religious nonsense, or worldly
saviors. We are given the word of wisdom against whom no adversary
can stand. We are given the trust of the Creator and His recreating
Love. On these, we endure. With these, we persevere. And what promise
we do have? This one: “You will be hated b/c of my name, but not a
hair on your head will be destroyed.” Nothing cheap or easy about
that!
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