Acts 17:15, 22 – 18:1; John 16:12-15
Music has been an important part of my life for many decades. I grew up with the sounds of music in the house; Mom loved the Irish songs of her childhood and Dad the classical and big band music of his. As I grew up and learned how to play the guitar I began to compose and sing my own music, which reflected my own passions and influences. I devoted more and more time to learning how to compose and gradually became daring enough to share my songs with others.
When I was 20, I met a young woman about my age who wanted to hear my music. I invited her over and, with my heart beating almost into my throat, sang a couple of my songs. When I finished she asked, “Have you written anything without God in it?” I hadn’t. Clearly uninterested but very polite, she excused herself and that was the last I ever saw of her.
Over the ensuing years I sent my music to every Catholic music publisher I could find. Every one of them replied with similar notes: “Thank you for sending us your songs. They are very pretty but do not fit in with our plans.” Once, one of my songs made it into a “second review” process, having passed the first level of reviewers, but eventually it too was rejected; although very lovely, it “didn’t fit in with their plans.” I gave up on publishers and instead played my songs for music directors at their parishes. As you might guess by now, more polite rejection. It became clear to me that no matter how inspired I thought my music was, no matter how badly I wanted it to move people or give them a deeper love for Christ, I was in the vast minority.
Paul was in the minority when he came to Athens. Though a shadow of its former self, Athens was still the center of learning and the place to go for the pursuit of philosophical truth. Philosophers are lovers of wisdom, that’s what the word means, but Paul had something more to give them for Christ is no mere lover of wisdom; Christ is Wisdom. So Paul went into Athens and, in the face of a pagan public, preached the truth he had received directly from the Truth Himself.
As we heard, Paul was rejected, rebuffed; told no matter how politely that his message “didn’t fit in with their plans.” We could focus on the pain or discouragement that we might feel for being rejected – and I have done that many times – but if we do, we miss the larger lesson. Those who are called to proclaim the gospel are to do so in the pattern of Christ: To call, to invite, even to challenge, but never to force people. This is exactly what Paul did; whether in Athens or elsewhere, everyone who heard him was free to accept or reject the gospel.
Paul certainly felt the pain of rejection; his letters speak of it at times. Yet those same letters have been read for literally thousands of years; untold billions of people have found their hearts moved to the point of conversion by words he wrote with no such purpose in mind. The purpose was not his, it was Christ’s. That much Paul did understand. He knew that the message belonged to Christ who called him to bring the gospel to the world and who had a plan that far exceeded anything he or any of the Apostles could have ever imagined. It was this understanding that drove all of them onward, not the blessings of security and success.
Little has changed since then. On the one hand, the modern world is at heart no different from ancient Athens; it still tends to go its own way, to call “truth” whatever is convenient to it and reject however politely whatever doesn’t fit into its plans, including the reality of Christ’s passion, death, and resurrection. On the other hand, God is also no different and His is the only plan that matters: the plan of the Father, the Eternal Word Jesus Christ, and the power and working of the Holy Spirit. And even though the fear of rejection by the world also remains the same, so does the fact that every one of us who call ourselves His followers have by virtue of our baptism and confirmation received the infinite power of grace to overcome all fear.
Leaving Mass, the priest or deacon will say, “Go and announce the gospel of the Lord,” or “Go in peace, glorifying the Lord by your life.” This is our mandate, our call. We have each been given our own unique gifts, not meant only for ourselves. However we do it, our lives are to be a love song to Christ for the world. That our song may be rejected isn’t important. What matters to God is that we sang it for everyone to hear.
Love is also an act of the will, and to love like Christ requires cooperation with divine grace. This is the love that we are all called to; the love constantly reaches out even to those who push it away; that speaks of healing even to those content only to wound; that speaks of light even to those who love the darkness; that echoes to our neighbor the same words that inspired the artist to paint that famous image of the true Light of the World knocking on the door of our heart: Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, then I will enter his house and dine with him, and he with me (Rev 3:20).
The men and women who we remember today may or may not have had faith in Christ, but in the end what matters is that somehow He spoke to them. In some way known only to Him, Jesus answered their life questions by asking them to be willing to configure themselves to Him; if need be to let go of everything, including their lives, that others may live. Of course, God is never outdone in generosity; we know by the same faith handed on from Peter that each of these fallen soldiers has gone to meet Him face to face and, if so willing, have come to understand the value of the great truth that has confounded mankind throughout the centuries: That only by dying to ourselves do we most truly live; only by letting go of what we want the most do we hold onto what is most truly important: Eternal union with God who is Love itself.
I remember once talking to my mother as my kids were growing older and leaving home. I questioned whe
The peace of Augustus won him an altar, the peace of Christ, a cross. Yet look at the result. How many people kneel before an image of Caesar’s Altar of Peace and how many before an image of the cross? The Roman Empire handed Jesus its darkest,
What’s more, Father’s homilies worked like a match to dry kindling – almost literally. Their consciences convicted, the people built bonfires and threw into the blaze any vain or worldly things they owned that kept them away from God. These fires become known as the “bonfires of the vanities” in every town that welcomed the humble yet fiery preacher, Father Bernardine of Siena.
With this in mind, we can say that Matthias freely chose to follow Christ who first chose him, called him from his mother’s womb, and gave him the name, “Apostle.” That Matthias was chosen for that office by lot was nothing more or less than confirmation that the journey begun from shore had now moved out into the deeper water that he had already been called to and prepared for.
Recall Christ’s words: The hour is coming when everyone who kills you will think he is offering worship to God. It is a sad fact that we in the Church are often our own worst enemy. The Arian leadership resolved that what they could not win in Council, they would take by subterfuge. Athanasius, newly elected Patriarch of Alexandria and much loved by his people, was a primary target. The Arians boldly went after him, seeking nothing less than his disgrace and death. They fabricated scandals, perjured themselves and, aided by Arian-leaning or pagan emperors, forced Athanasius into five exiles spanning seventeen years.
This is the ultimate lesson of Good Friday. Christ’s triumph over self-will and self-reliance did not enable him to merely sympathize with our suffering or feel our pain but to be perfectly in himself the source of eternal salvation for all who obey him (Hebrews 5:9).