The Harvest
Behold, the
wages of the labourers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, are
crying out against you, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the
ears of the Lord of hosts (James 5:4; Second Reading).
Readings
(Jerusalem Bible: Australia,
England & Wales, Ireland, New Zealand, Pakistan, Scotland)
Readings
(New American Bible:
Philippines, USA)
Gospel Mark 9:38-43, 45, 47-48 (English Standard Version
Anglicised: India)
John said to Jesus, “Teacher, we saw someone casting out demons in
your name, and we tried to stop him, because he was not
following us.” But Jesus said, “Do not stop
him, for no one who does a mighty work in my name will be able soon afterwards
to speak evil of me. For the one who is not against us is for us. For truly, I say to you, whoever gives
you a cup of water to drink because you belong to Christ will by no means lose
his reward.
“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in
me to sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung round
his neck and he were thrown into the sea. And if your hand causes you to sin, cut it
off. It is better for you to enter life crippled than with two hands to go
to hell, to the unquenchable fire.
“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in
me to sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung round
his neck and he were thrown into the sea. And if your hand causes you to sin, cut it
off. It is better for you to enter life crippled than with two hands to go
to hell, to the unquenchable fire.
“And if your eye causes you to sin, tear it out. It is better
for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than with two eyes to be
thrown into hell, ‘where their worm does not die and the fire is not
quenched.’”
Léachtaí i nGaeilge
Abbey Road, Abbey of Our Lady of the Holy Trinity,
Huntsville, Utah, USA
The Abbey, opened in 1947, closed in 2017
In August
1982, after a year’s study in Toronto and before three months of Clinical
Pastoral Education in Minneapolis, I supplied in a number of parishes for short
periods in the Diocese of Boise, which covers the whole of the state of Idaho
in the western USA. One of my purposes for this was to visit the Abbey of Our Lady of the
Holy Trinity, Huntsville, Utah, where I had spent ten days or so in
August 1970. There I had met some of the monks who were to be part of the community that would open the first Trappist foundation in the Philippines, in Guimaras
island, now Our Lady of the Philippines Trappist Monastery.
I spent a
week in one parish where the parish priest was from India, there were
reservations of two different Indigenous American tribes, many
Spanish-speaking immigrants working on farms in the area. The majority of the
people in the town proper were Mormons. The local newspaper carried
photos of young Mormons from the area going on mission to other countries.
Just after lunch one day the doorbell rang. A young
woman asked me to go to the hospital where an old woman, a Catholic and a
relative of hers, had been in a coma for a long time, and was dying. I
immediately went to the hospital and, to my surprise, the patient was fully
awake and participated joyfully in the Last Sacraments, including Holy Communion, as
I had brought the Blessed Sacrament with me. I learned later that she died
about twenty minutes after I left.
The young woman who had asked me to go to the
hospital was a Mormon. I was able to thank her later.
When I was a child we lived in a street of terraced
houses in Dublin where no one had a telephone. One time one of our neighbours,
Jem Norris, got gravely ill in the middle of the night. Charlie Brooks who
lived across the street went for the priest, whose house was about a kilometre
away. (The Norris house is the one on the far left above. Ours was the one on the right.)
Charlie was a Protestant.
I have posted in Sunday Reflections before
about a Mass in Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, Germany, shortly after it was
liberated in 1945. The account, published in 2004 in The Daily Telegraph (London) but no longer online, is by James Molyneaux (1920 -2015), then a young officer in the Royal Air Force and later
leader of the Ulster Unionist Party in Northern Ireland. He wrote:
The most
moving experience came on the second morning as I was walking from what had
been the luxury SS barracks which our troops had transformed into a hospital.
My attention was drawn to two packing cases covered by a worn red curtain. A
young Polish priest was clinging to this makeshift altar with one hand, while
celebrating Mass. Between his feet lay the body of another priest who probably
died during the night. No one had had the energy to move the body.
I had no difficulty in following the old Latin
Mass, having been educated at St James's Roman Catholic School in County
Antrim, and, although an Anglican, I had gained a working knowledge of all the
rituals. Still supporting himself against the altar, the young priest did his
best to distribute the consecrated elements [Holy Communion]. Some recipients were able to stumble over
the rough, scrubby heathland. Others crawled forward to receive the tokens [Sacred
Hosts, the Body of Christ] and then crawled back to share them with
others unable to move. Some almost certainly passed on to another - probably
better - world before sunset. Whatever one's race or religion one can only be uplifted
and impressed by that truly remarkable proof of the ultimate triumph of good
over evil.
When I first
read this article I was deeply moved in a number of ways. I was surprised to
discover that the author had gone to a Catholic school in a community where, at
least since the latter 1800s, there has been a deep divide between Catholics
and Protestants, for historical reasons that are not entirely theological. But
here was an Anglican from that background giving a powerful testimony to the
Mass as the Holy Sacrifice. And he noticed how those who were barely able to
crawl shared the Body of Christ with those who couldn't move at all.
I find in the three stories above an illustration
of the response of Jesus to the complaint of St John, Teacher, we saw someone casting out demons in your name, and we
tried to stop him, because he was not following us. Jesus says, For the one who is not against us is for us. For truly, I say to you, whoever gives
you a cup of water to drink because you belong to Christ will by no means lose
his reward.
St John's complaint reflects that of Joshua to Moses in the First Reading. the response of Jesus reflects that of
Moses: Would that all the Lord's people were prophets, that the Lord would put his Spirit on them! (Numbers 11:29).
Memorial Stone, Bergen
Near the ramps where prisoners for Belsen were unloaded from goods [freight] trains. [Wikimedia]
James Molyneaux's article also illustrates the reality of hell that Jesus
speaks about today. He writes:
On arrival at Tactical Headquarters,
we had been briefed on the discovery of the Belsen prison camp nearby. In
company with our RAF medical unit and the two 2nd Army Field hospitals, we wasted
no time. Briefed though we were, the shock excelled all the horrors of the
battles of the 12 months since Normandy.
As we passed through the camp gates,
the Royal Military Police requested us to drive very slowly to avoid the
numerous disoriented prisoners. We were handed adhesive tape to put over the
vehicle horns in order to prevent them going off accidentally, lest the shock
would cause still more deaths. [This
little detail is surely telling.]
The British liberators were staggered
and shocked by the inhuman behaviour of some of the former guards, who
continued to abuse and torment prisoners nearing death when they assumed we
were looking the other way. I confess that on such occasions I may have
breached the Geneva Convention to prevent further ill treatment of helpless
victims. Their behaviour after we had arrived contradicted the excuse that the
SS had forced them to carry out orders. Our new orders to them were ‘Stop
acting like savages’.
The 'Thousand Year Reich' of Hitler
was in ruins after twelve years, and millions dead all over the world. These
deaths, like countless deaths since, were caused by persons who chose evil over
good. Each choice we make for sin is not at the level of choosing the evil of
Belsen but it moves us towards that. Other dictators have tried their hand at
their own version of Hitler's distorted vision and people have gone along with
them.
Each of us likes to have power. We
may not be conscious of this and in many instances there's no sin at all. I
remember once seeing in a Catholic magazine a
cartoon of people assembled for Mass where you were asked to
'spot the errors'. One was the proverbial 'little old lady' kneeling in the
middle of a pew instead of blocking it at one end. There are times, especially
as I grow older, when I can see the 'little old lady' in myself, trying to
subtly ensure that things are done my way. Indeed, in the parish in Idaho where
that kind young Mormon woman asked me to go to the dying elderly woman, the
housekeeper asked me what time I'd like to have dinner at each day. I told her
- but she always served it thirty minutes earlier.
But if I am a spouse, a parent, a
teacher, a boss, a priest who doesn't listen to the other, who rules my little
domain with a heavy hand, the words of Jesus are directed at me.
What is the 'hand', the 'foot', the
'eye' that causes me to sin, especially in the use of power?
Antiphona ad Communionem
Communion antiphon Cf Pas 118[119]:49-50
Memento etiam verbi tui servo tuo, Domine,
Remember your word to your servant, O Lord,
in quo mihi spem dedisti,
in which you have given me hope.
haec me consolata est in humilitate mea,
This is my comfort when I am brought low.
Choir of St Benedict's Monastery, São Paulo, Brazil
Traditional LaCtin Mass (TLM)
Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost
The Complete Mass in Latin and English is here. (Adjust the date at the top of that page to 9-26-2021 if necessary).
Epistle: 1 Corinthians 1:4-8 . Gospel: Matthew 9:1-8.
Christ Heals the Paralytic
Authentic Beauty
Authentic beauty, however, unlocks the yearning of the human heart, the profound desire to know, to love, to go towards the Other, to reach for the Beyond.
September
Song
Singer:
Ella Fitzgerald; pianist: Paul Smith
Lyrics
by Maxwell Anderson, music by Kurt Weill
Our span is seventy years or eighty for those who are
strong (Psalm 90 [89]:10, Grail translation).