Sunday, April 4, 2021

Little Details Matter

There is a rule in screen writing that you never put in a detail that won’t be used later. James Bond movies are famous for this. Early on in every James Bond movie Q gives James the exact secret gadgets he will need to get out of a life and death situation later in the movie. These gadgets are never reused in any movie that follow.


Scripture is full of details that are often overlooked or are viewed simply as descriptions that have little importance later in the story. One such example is in the story of the raising of Lazarus. We are told that Lazarus was dead and in the tomb for four days. His sisters did not want the tomb opened because there would have been a stench by this time. This was to let us know that he has truly dead and not merely near death.


This scene in the story always reminds me of an Irish wake. The old tale goes that they would lay the body of a dead Irishman out on the table in his home for three days. People would come to visit but the main purpose was to make sure the person had really died and not had succumb to lead poisoning that leached into the beer from the pewter tanks it was stored in. It is probably nothing more than a wives’ tale but even wives’ tales have a grain of truth to them. I wonder how many Irishmen sat up in their coffins during their funerals.


One of the details in the story of Lazarus that is easily overlooked is the fact that Lazarus stumbles out of his tomb still wrapped securely in his burial cloths when Jesus beckons to him from outside. His sisters had to rush to his aid to free him from these cloths. Like a good Bond movie, this detail was not put into the story just to help us paint a mental picture of the scene. It points out a greater reality later in the story.


Fast forward to Easter Sunday. Peter and John enter the tomb where Jesus was laid on Good Friday. Scripture tells us that they saw the burial wrappings laying there and the cloth that covered Jesus’ head rolled up in another place. This is another place in scripture where the actual Greek text gives us a more complete understanding of what the disciples saw.


The burial cloth of Jesus was not just simply laying there as if it were taken off, folded up, and placed on the stone. It was laying there as if it were deflated, as if the body of Jesus simply disappeared from being. This is where the details of Lazarus’ resurrection become important.


If Jesus simply rose from the dead, he would have been still wrapped in his burial linens the way Lazarus was. The women who came to anoint Jesus on Sunday morning would have found him wrapped snug as a bug in a rug and would have to had freed our risen Lord. But that is not what was found.


The details we are given in scripture would indicate that the bloody and bruised body of our crucified Lord was transformed into his glorified body when he returned from the dead. His earthly body became no more when he took on his glorified body.


There are many who believe that the Shroud of Turin is the actual burial cloth spoken about in scripture. I am one of these people. The more science honestly studies the shroud the more it appears to be the genuine article. The image on the shroud is believed to be a 3D hologram of a man that fits the description of what Christ would have looked like when wrapped in his burial cloth. It is a photo negative just like the negatives we used to develop pictures from before the age of the cell phone camera. Scientists cannot explain how the image on the shroud was created and the best scientific guess right now is that the image was created by a blast of intense light that burned the image on the upper parts of the fibers that make up the cloth.


For those with unshakable faith, signs and wonders are not needed. For those without faith there is not a sign or wonder good enough to remove doubt. For those of us somewhere in the middle, we are given signs and wonders so that we may come to believe and have our faith grow.


My heart is full because the tomb is empty.

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Supernatural Reality

My heart yearned to see the supernatural reality that I was part of. Then one day it happened, like a fog dissipating in the early morning light. Darkness slowly gave way to shadows as the world began to come alive. My senses heightened. My anticipation I could hardly contain.

I stood behind the Table of Sacrifice dressed in gold. The priest stood before the table. Not a priest or any priest, but every priest who had been ordained throughout all of time. They occupied the same space and the same time, both individually and together as a unity.

To their left and to their right stood the deacons. Not a deacon or the deacon, but every deacon who has ever been ordained. Like the priest, they occupied the same space and the same time, individually and together as a unity. It was with them I stood.

We were at the Sacrifice of Thanksgiving, the Mass. Not a Mass or any Mass but every Mass that has ever been said throughout all time, all happening at the same time in the same space.

As the supernatural reality came into focus my body began to tremble when it was revealed to me what I was a part of. The supernatural reality was superimposed on the veiled reality and everything appeared as two and as one.

In the altar I saw a hill and from the hill extended the tree of life. Hanging from the tree was the Christ, bloody, bruised, naked, and gasping for every breath he took. Before the tree, in the priest, I saw Jesus himself, glorified as he was during the transfiguration. His eyes were affixed heavenward as he offered that sacrifice of himself for all of humanity.

I looked right and left. Superimposed in the deacons I saw the angels of the heavenly court who assist Jesus with this sacrifice. Their wings spread wide as the deacons’ heads were bowed. Surrounding the altar was all of God’s creation, all of the heavenly hosts, and every person who has ever been created. I saw my family, those who passed long before I was born, and my heirs who would not be born until long after I pass. All gathered together in this time at this place. Calvary.

Then I did something I never have before. I looked down. Under the altar, beneath the cross there was a large hole. I crept to the edge and looked inside. It was the gateway to the abyss, to the very heart of hell itself. In the center of the abyss was a large throne and sitting on the throne was Lucifer. Surrounding him were the souls of the damned, those condemned to spend all eternity in the lake of fire.

Their hands were raised towards heaven and they cried in loud voices, “Lord, lord, save us!”

The Christ looked down from the cross and his eyes filled with tears. “You I do not know,” he said with a labored and agonizing breath.

“Through Him, with Him and in Him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, for ever and ever.” I looked up and the priests were raising the Body and Blood of our Lord to heaven.

Jesus’ hands and gaze were raised towards heaven. “Father, I offer myself as sacrifice for the salvation and redemption of our creation. Let my blood wipe away all transgression and restore unity between us and humanity for ever more.”

With that, I heard all of creation, all of the heavenly hosts, and all of humanity throughout all time all proclaim in one great crescendo, “AMEN!”

The earth shook and Christ on the cross said, “It is finished.” His head fell limp and he breathed no more.

From the abyss came shrieks and wailing. The devil cried out in a loud voice as his defeat became final.

The veil was drawn over my eyes once more and all I could see was the priest and the altar and the Mass I was part of. As the priest raised the host in the Epiclesis, I could hear Jesus speaking directly to me.

“I did not give you this for you to keep for yourself. Give witness to others as to what you have seen and to draw as many back as you can. All will be at this. Those who are not at the altar or in the congregation will be in the abyss. It is for them I weep. It is not too late but the time is coming when repentance will no longer be possible.”

If more people understood the supernatural side of our Mass there would not be an open space in any Church throughout the world. I have the honor of standing where heaven touches the earth, in front of the cross, every time I get to assist as Mass. One day we all will get to see this reality with unveiled eyes. If you want to be looking at Jesus and not up at him come to love him now while you are given a chance. To know and love Jesus makes you want to repent of ever offending him through sin.

Friday, February 19, 2021

Casting Stones

January 20, 2021. For only the second time in this country’s history a Catholic was sworn in as our President. This happened amid cheers of joy by one half of our country and vile hatred by the other. As I watched the events leading up to this I couldn’t help but be filled with shame and disgust. We are the United States of America. We were the shining city on the hill other countries looked towards to see what freedom looks like. What they saw from us the past few months was a bunch of children throwing temper tantrums led by a President that acted more like a school yard bully than the leader of the most powerful nation this planet has ever seen.


What is happening now bothers me more than all of the shenanigans of the past election. President Biden is a baptized Catholic who attends Mass regularly. He holds beliefs that are contrary to Catholic teaching. His stance on abortion was all the reason I needed not to vote for him for President.


Everywhere I turn I see a growing demand by other Catholics that he be stripped of his Catholic identity. People demand that his bishop deny him communion while many others call for his excommunication altogether. To all of you who feel this way I only have one thing to say:


Let he without sin cast the first stone.


Every single one of us is a sinner. Every single one of us falls short of the glory of God. Cafeteria Catholic is a popular expression. It refers to any Catholic who picks and chooses which of the Church’s teachings they wish to follow. How many of those calling for President Biden’s excommunication cohabitate, masturbate, or use birth control? How many follow every Church teaching all of the time? How many are receiving the Eucharist unworthily themselves?


Many will cite Matthew 18: 15-18:


“Now if your brother sins, go and show him his fault in private; if he listens to you, you have gained your brother. But if he does not listen to you, take one or two more with you, so that on the testimony of two or three witnesses every matter be confirmed. And if he refuses to listen to them, tell it to the church; and if he refuses to listen even to the church, he is to be to you as a Gentile and a tax collector. Truly I say to you, whatever you bind on earth shall have been bound in heaven; and whatever you loose on earth shall have been loosed in heaven.”


If we applied this fairly we would have a much smaller Church. We would have to kick out my friend who has decided that her reproductive right to contraception is none of the Church’s business. We would have to kick out my son who has decided to cohabitate because, “How else do you figure out if you are compatible for marriage?” We would have to kick out every Cafeteria Catholic who chooses their own desires over the teachings of the Church.


I do not want President Biden excommunicated. I don’t want to see his bishop deny him communion. All that does is create scandal and controversy we really do not need right now, as a Church and as a country. I pray that President Biden come to the realization that his actions are contrary to the Church’s teachings and voluntarily refrain from receiving our Lord in the Eucharist.


But make no mistake, President Biden is Catholic. He became Catholic the day he was baptized. I want him at Mass listening to the Word. One day he may even hear it. As Catholics, our job is to pray for him and for every single Catholic; that God replace our stony hearts with natural hearts that turn to him in love and repentance. President Biden will have to answer to God for those things he has not repented of, as will I, you, and every person who has ever existed. He does not answer to me.


Let he who has no sin cast the first stone. I don’t see our Blessed Mother with a rock in her hand so please drop yours as well.