Homily for April 3rd, 2017: John 8:1-11.
The girl caught in the act of adultery
and dragged before Jesus may well have been a teenager. She knew the prescribed punishment (imposed
only on women): death by stoning. How terrified she must have been. And when, at the end of this terrible story, all her accusers
have slipped away and she hears Jesus say, “Neither do I condemn you. Go, and
from now on do not sin any more,” how grateful she must have been.
I
have personal reasons for gratitude no less than hers. Sixty three years ago I
knelt before a bishop to be ordained a priest in the Church of God.
It was the fulfillment of the dream I had had, without a single interruption,
from age twelve. Only a dream? No, I had it in writing. Required by my high school English teacher to
write an essay about “What I expect to be doing in 25 years,” I wrote about
being a priest. I told my classmates about it, so from age 12 I have been called
“Father.” I entered seminary eight years later not to “discern a vocation,”
(something I would not hear about for another quarter century), but because I
was told that was what I must do to get ordained.
Have
every one of the sixty-three years since then been happy? Of course not. That
does not happen in any life. All of us must travel at some time another through
the psalmist’s dark valley. For seven years, 1974 to 1981, I was without
assignment and unemployed. Resident in St. Louis
but subject to a bishop in Germany,
I was like an Army officer who has got detached from his regiment. The clerical
system did not know what to do with me. Those years were hard, and terribly
lonely. I survived only by prayer. And there have been other hard years as
well.
If you were to ask me, however,
whether I have ever regretted my decision for priesthood, I would reply at
once: Never, not one single day. I’ll say it another way. If I had my life to
live over again, knowing in advance all the hard and difficult years which lay
ahead, would I still choose priesthood? In a heartbeat! I would change just one
thing: I would try to be more faithful.
Priesthood has brought me pain and
sorrow, yes. But it has also brought me joys beyond telling. Those joys are the
reason why I say every day, more times than I can tell you: “Lord, you’re so
good to me, and I’m so grateful.”
The greatest joy is the privilege,
beyond any man’s deserving, of standing at the altar day by day to obey Jesus’
command at the Last Supper, to “Do this in my memory.” Celebrating Mass was
wonderful the first time I did it sixty-three years ago. It is, if possible,
even more wonderful today. My prayer today and every day, starting on my 75th
birthday, fourteen years ago, is twofold:
That
the years which remain to me may belong ever more completely to the Lord God;
and -
For a happy and a holy death.
I close with a prayer composed by the
great 19th century English convert, now Blessed John Henry Newman,
at the end of his long life a cardinal, which has been dear to me since
childhood.
Support us,
O Lord, all the day long; until the shadows lengthen, and the evening comes,
and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is
done. Then in your mercy grant us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at
the last. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen.