How to dress for success

Parable of the Marriage Feast

 Jesus spoke to them again in parables, saying, “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding feast for his son. “And he sent out his slaves to call those who had been invited to the wedding feast, and they were unwilling to come. “Again he sent out other slaves saying, ‘Tell those who have been invited, “Behold, I have prepared my dinner; my oxen and my fattened livestock are all butchered and everything is ready; come to the wedding feast.”’ “But they paid no attention and went their way, one to his own farm, another to his business, and the rest seized his slaves and mistreated them and killed them. 7“But the king was enraged, and he sent his armies and destroyed those murderers and set their city on fire. “Then he said to his slaves, ‘The wedding is ready, but those who were invited were not worthy. ‘Go therefore to the main highways, and as many as you find there, invite to the wedding feast.’ “Those slaves went out into the streets and gathered together all they found, both evil and good; and the wedding hall was filled with dinner guests.

“But when the king came in to look over the dinner guests, he saw a man there who was not dressed in wedding clothes, and he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you come in here without wedding clothes?’ And the man was speechless. “Then the king said to the servants, ‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ “For many are called, but few are chosen.”

Matthew 22: 1-14

The Messiah was first offered to Israel. Salvation was the plan for the entire world but it was to start with God’s espoused people. When they rejected him the Messiah was offered for all who would believe.

So what about this guy who wasn’t wearing the proper clothes for the wedding feast? Surely God doesn’t care what I wear when I come to see him. He is just happy that I came right? In actuality this isn’t about the clothes you wear in as much as it is about the disposition of your heart. Royal weddings in Jesus day were much like a high end restaurant is today. There is a proper way to dress for one. If you show up to the Chez Paul to dine without a coat and tie one will be provided for you and you will be expected to wear it. So too was it at a royal wedding. The wedding garment was provided. What angered the king wasn’t that the man wasn’t properly dressed but that he chose not to wear what he was supposed to.

How often are we like that wedding guest? How often do we choose not to robe ourselves with the proper attire proved to us by God? As Catholics we are called to be obedient to the Church’s teachings. They are the garment handed down to us from Christ for us to wear when we attend the wedding feast of the Lamb.

Yet, we live in an age where all authority is challenged whether it is proper authority or not. There is a call in this world, even by Catholics themselves, for the Church to change and get with the times. Divorced and remarried Catholics want to receive the Sacraments, same sex marriage wants to be accepted on the same level as traditional marriage, 97% of Catholics use or have used artificial birth control, and by some estimates only about 30% of Catholics still believe in the real presence of the Lord in the Eucharist. These are but a few places where we have refused to wear our wedding garment.

Accepting the teachings of Christ is non-negotiable. Those who refuse will find themselves bound hand and foot and thrown into Hell at the end of this age. The devil is doing a great job at turning our focus on ourselves further hardening our hearts. We scoff at the Church and her outdated ideals. Take your wedding garment and beat it. I will wear what I choose to wear and you have to accept me.

Jesus taught his disciples who in turn taught their disciples who eventually became the Bishops we have today. When my wife and I go away one of our older children get the responsibility to watch the younger children. The younger children know that their older siblings have been given our authority and to disobey them is the same as disobeying us. God, the Father passed on through the Son his authority which was given to the Church. To disobey the Church is the same as disobeying God.

But disobeying God is something us humans have gotten very good at doing.

“Hey, I pray every night and thank Jesus for saving me and forgiving all of my sins.”

“Are you Catholic?”

“No, of course not. I am Lutheran.”

“So you belong to a church that was started out of disobedience to the Church God himself created and gave all of his authority to?”

No matter what the answer is to that question the fact remains that they have chosen not to wear the garment provided for the wedding feast. Like so many of us, they have chosen to wear what they want to the wedding. Maybe there is protection in numbers. When eternity is at stake is hoping for mercy the best bet or is trying your best to be obedient a better option?

Obedience is more pleasing to the Lord than sacrifice.

Dreamer Go Home! Part II

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – Paragraph two, Declaration of Independence. July 4, 1776

Henry Collins, my great ancestor, was the first Collins to step foot in what would become the United States of America in 1635, one hundred and forty-four years before the Declaration of Independence was written. He migrated here from England with his wife, children, and servants in search for a better life. He was a dreamer and I am a product of that dream.

President Trump’s grandparents immigrated to this country from Germany dreaming of a better life.  He, too, is a product of dreamers. There are fifty-one men and women currently serving in Congress who are African-American. Their ancestors were brought here as slaves. There are only two Native Americans serving in all of Congress, Tom Cole, a Chickasaw, and Markwayne Mullin, a Cherokee, both from Oklahoma. Everyone else serving in Congress at this time is a product of an immigrant, someone who came here dreaming of a better life. In fact, very few of us can claim indigenous ties to this land. I think that after three hundred and eighty-three years I should be able to claim an honorary status.

Our great nation now stands, once again, at a cross road. We have millions of undocumented immigrants living among us. They came here, not to steal our way of life, but to share in it and to make it richer with the contribution of their culture. Some of these “illegals” were brought here as infants. They have known no other life, no other country, than the United States. They are every bit as American as I am. They only lack a piece of paper saying they were born on this side of the border. They are known as the “Dreamers”, only they don’t dream of a better life in this country, they dream of keeping the only life they have known.

DACA, or Differed Action for Childhood Arrivals, is an immigration policy that allows about 800,000 individuals who were brought here as minors to have a two-year differed action of deportation while they attempt to gain legal status. It is not a blanket amnesty bill that automatically grants citizenship to anyone. It is a bill designed to help those who are Americans in every sense of the word become so legally.

As with many things, this country is greatly divided on this issue. One side wants to automatically make the Dreamers, and their parents, citizens. The other side wants them deported without consideration. They are here illegally so they must go, period. And as always, the right solution falls somewhere in the middle.

Let’s consider for a moment what happens to a Dreamer who ends up in an ICE detention center facing deportation. This particular scoundrel was brought here at two years old and has only known life in America. We stick him in a van, with no money or means to provide and we usher him to the other side of the border. He is now in a country he has never been in before in his life. He doesn’t know the people or the culture. He doesn’t have a job, money, food, or a place to sleep. In many of these circumstances he is not documented in that country either. He is as much an illegal there as he is here.

But who cares? He is not our burden any more. Of course he wasn’t a burden to begin with. He was just another guy who believed that all men are created equal, that all men are endowed by God with certain unalienable rights. He believed the line we fed him in our school system that he had the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Then he found out that he can only do that here if he has a piece of paper saying he was born on the right side of an imaginary line on a map. Go home Dreamer. America is reserved for the descendants of Dreamers from Europe or those of slaves.

America, we are better than this. This is the land of Dreamers. We have traveled to the bottom of the deepest ocean and to the far depths of space. We can figure out how to make 800,000 Americans really Americans without tearing apart their lives and sending them to a land they do not know.

Christians, we are called to be better than this. In fact, our salvation demands us to be better. Whatever you do for the least of these you do for me. If Joseph and Mary were named Jose and Maria would you be so quick to want to deport baby Jesus back to Mexico? If you would be willing to fight to keep Jesus here you should be willing to fight just as strongly for any immigrant trying to make a better life for him or herself.

I have been called to care and love my neighbor without knowing their immigration status. Every Christian has been called to do the same. Turn your backs on the least of these and you will find yourself likewise deported one day.

Dreamer Go Home!

I have a friend who was born in New York City on the 4^th of July. His parents were foreign nationals who were visiting at the time his mother went into labor. He spent the next thirty years living in his parents’ country. When his company wanted to send him to America to work in one of their offices  he applied and was granted a US passport. He was able to come here, work, travel, and live as a US citizen. He knew next to no English.

I have another friend who was born in Havana, Cuba. At the age of twenty-two he wanted a life he couldn’t have in Cuba. He constructed a makeshift raft out of trash and set out upon the sea. He was one of the lucky ones and made it across ninety miles of ocean to the Florida coast. Once feet dry he was welcomed to the United States, given a green card, and eventual citizenship. He lives in a Cuban part of Miami. Spanish is still his primary language.

I have a third friend who was born in Puebla, Mexico. At the age of two his parents also wanted a better life for themselves and their son so they migrated north. With the help of a coyote, a person who specializes in smuggling people from Mexico to the United States, they came to this country. His parents spent the next twenty years doing demeaning labor for next to nothing while giving their son a life he could not possibly had in their home country. My friend’s first language is English. He has a good job and pays taxes. He has never asked for anything from anybody. He has married and is raising two children who are in the top of their class. America is the only country he knows and the country he would die for if asked to.

Of my three friends, which do you think is the most American? One was born here but never lived here. One came here as an adult and was granted citizenship because he was from a “special” nation. The last was brought here illegally when he was too young to know better but has become an American in every aspect of his life except for having that one paper.

I have been fortunate enough to have spent a part of my life in and around some of the undocumented people in my area. My step-father was here illegally. I never met a single person with malice in their heart or one who was trying to steal your way of life away from you. All they wanted was a chance to share in the richness you have been afforded by being born on this side of an imaginary line. They were some of the hardest working, loving, generous people I know. I cannot say the same for some who have passed down generational welfare as a way of life.

I have seen the tragedy when a provider doesn’t return home one night because they had been detained and sent back to a country they do not know simply because they do not have the correct piece of paper. We are the United States of America and God has blessed us abundantly. We were not given these blessings just to horde them away and keep them for ourselves. If we don’t learn to properly use what we have been given it will be taken away and given to someone else. We can do better. It all starts by being able to see the person instead of hating a faceless group we do not know.

I have a question for all those who wish to see the dreamers, Americans in every sense of the word, rounded up and exiled to a country they have never known. How have you been personally affected by any undocumented person trying for a better life? How has their pursuit of happiness diminished yours?

Imagine where this world would be today if when Joseph and Mary, carrying the baby Jesus, ran into a wall keeping them out of Egypt. Egypt has every right to protect their sovereign borders from people fleeing from their native home.

“What you have done for the least of these you have done for me.”

Few Christians would say that they wouldn’t have accepted Joseph, Mary, and Jesus with open arms, especially knowing today who they are. How many Christians are willing to accept Jose and Maria fleeing from Mexico today?

“What you have done for the least of these you have done for me.” We were not there to give aid and comfort to Joseph and Mary. We are here today. Let us provide aid and comfort to those who need it now.