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Feast of the Holy Family Mt 2/13-15, 19-23 |
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| Background: As was said last week, the Christmas stories might not be true in all their details but they are True in the sense that they represent a very special intervention of God in the human condition, a revolution indeed because it revealed to us just how much God loves us, one that, as G.K. Chesterton said, turned the world upside down and, astonishingly, when viewed from that perspective the world made sense. God, in the words of the Irish Dominican poet, Paul Murray, loves us so much that if we should cease to exist, he would die of sadness.The Christmas stories reveal to us that God loved Her human children so much that He took on human form so that he could show us how to live and how to die, even walking with us down to the valley of death itself. The stories today tell us that even from the beginning it was not easy to be the special light of the world. Jesus was under threat all his life. The threats would finally catch up with Him as they catch up with all of us. But from Christmas we learn that finally the darkness can never put out the light. |
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Story: Once upon a time there was this young man, Peter Patrick, who
could hardly wait to go off to college. Starting half way through his junior year in high
school, he decided that his family was ruining his life, almost every day. His father was
a tyrant who didn’t know what it was like to be a teenager. His mother was a crab.
His younger sister was a spy. His younger brother like a total dork – and a nuisance
too. The summer before he want to college was sheer agony. He’d learned in one of his
classes that some guy – he thought it was probably a German – said that Hell is
other people. The guy was certainly right. Hell in fact is your family especially when
you’re young. So college began. It wasn’t as much fun as Peter Patrick had
expected. In fact, it wasn’t any fun at all. He couldn’t find the way to his
classes, his adviser was never in, he didn’t know where the mail boxes were, he
didn’t figure out how to get his laundry done. The food was terrible. The teachers
were creeps. The other students were dorks. The women were stuck-up. Some of his fellow
freshmen were drunk every night of the week. The dorm smelled of vomit all the time. There
was never any quiet to study, even if he wanted to. College, he finally admitted to
himself, was a big mistake. Peter Patrick told his parents, when he called to ask for more
money, that he loved it. College was great, college was wonderful. He wasn’t sure he
could make it till Thanksgiving. He told all his friends that he loved college. They
replied that they did too. It was wonderful to be on your own. He didn’t want to go
back after Thanksgiving because Christmas was probably a couple of years away. At
Christmas he acted like he was condemned man at death row. Finally a girl he knew named
Sheila said to him, Petey Pat, you hate college like we all do because there’s no one
there who loves us like our families did. Don’t try to fool me. Well, said Peter
Patrick, what should I do? E-mail, said Sheila, who was very smart, that way you can talk
to your parents and your siblings (she actually said siblings) every day. It will be
almost like being home. So Peter Patrick got himself an e mail account and talked to his
family every day. He said to Sheila the next time he saw her, the guy was wrong. Hell
isn’t other people, Heaven is.
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