This week brings the readings to the end of the
Sunday lectionary of Mark’s Gospel, and we get part of Jesus’s Eschatological
Discourse, the discourse on the end times.The reading only gives us nine verses from Chapter 13 of Mark’s Gospel,
but the entire chapter is the full discourse.I recommend you pull out your Bible and read the entire chapter.Here is what is given as the Sunday Gospel
reading, a middle section from the chapter.
Jesus said to his disciples:
"In those days after that
tribulation
the sun will be darkened,
and the moon will not give its
light,
and the stars will be falling from
the sky,
and the powers in the heavens will
be shaken.
"And then they will see 'the
Son of Man coming in the clouds'
with great power and glory,
and then he will send out the angels
and gather his elect from the four
winds,
from the end of the earth to the end
of the sky.
"Learn a lesson from the fig
tree.
When its branch becomes tender and
sprouts leaves,
you know that summer is near.
In the same way, when you see these
things happening,
know that he is near, at the gates.
Amen, I say to you,
this generation will not pass away
until all these things have taken
place.
Heaven and earth will pass away,
but my words will not pass away.
"But of that day or hour, no
one knows,
neither the angels in heaven, nor
the Son, but only the Father."
~Mk 13:24-32
Bishop Barron has
given some great homilies, but this on today’s Gospel is one of his best.
Most other homilies
will see only the end of times in this reading, but Bishop Barron regards this
reading as unveiling Jesus’s time through His resurrection, unveiling the radical
transformation of our lives today, and, yes, unveiling the future end.With the unveiling, we come to a new
beginning.Bishop Barron’s scope in this
homily is breathtaking.
Sunday Meditation: “Heaven and earth
will pass away, but my words will not pass away."
For a hymn, let’s go with this Gospel song, "The
End of Time is Drawing Nigh" by Charles Johnson & the Revivers.
I know nothing of Charles Johnson and his
group but that was just wonderful.This
is the best little bio I could find on the Gospel singer.
I
have seen Madeleine Delbrêl’s name come up in the meditations in the Magnificat
magazine before, but I was not aware who she was.The Vatican declared her as Venerable, which
means she might one day be a saint.She
is sometimes called the French Dorothy Day, and indeed there are quite a few
parallels.Delbrêl grew up in an
agnostic home, and famously wrote an atheist manifesto at the age of seventeen
and lived a Bohemian lifestyle.When her
also atheist boyfriend broke up with her to join the Dominican Order—that must
have been some discussion—she started to re-evaluate her beliefs and ultimately
had a religious experience and conversion.I’m not going to get any more biographical but if you wish to learn more
you can read from Catholic World Report,
“Madeleine Delbrêl’s “writing reenchants everyday life….through Christ’s love”and from America, ”Who is MadeleineDelbrêl—the “French Dorothy Day” Pope Francis made venerable this weekend?”
Now
for her magnificent quote on prayer.
Praying is establishing normal relations between God and
ourselves.It is converting, returning
our spirit, our heart, our will towards God who is constantly our Father and
Creator.Prayer is already love.It asks for love; it receives love.But because we are sinners it will always be
at times heavy-going, painful, and disconcerting.From one angle it is already love.From another it is a kind of necessary but voluntary
virtue.
~Venerable Madeleine
Delbrêl
I
have taken the quote from Magnificat’s October
2024 issue.“Prayer is already love,” that
knocks my socks off!“It asks for love;
it receives love.”When I’m deeply
praying, I am feeling that.I know that’s
true.
It’s
Veterans Day today, and I’m off from work and Matthew is off from school.This morning he passed me in the upstairs
hall and did a double take.“Am I taller
than you now?” he said.I looked at him
and he did look ganglier than usual.He
stood by my side and I felt the top of our heads, and his head did ever so, lightly
peak above mine.I hated to admit it but
he was now taller.
So
on the eleventh day of the eleventh month but not the eleventh hour—I would estimate
the ninth hour—Matthew was officially taller than his father. (Here, if you don’t know what that’s a reference to.)
So
what do you think he did?Do you think
he quietly just went to the bathroom as he was about to do?Or go back to bed to sleep the morning?Of went downstairs to have something for
breakfast?He ran downstairs screaming, “Mommy,
mommy, I’m now taller than Daddy.I’m
now taller than Daddy.”
The
little ….%*^$$
Here
is a picture of us taken back on August 7 at an Orioles game in Baltimore.
As
you can see I was still a hair taller.
I
don’t have a picture of us side by side now but here is Matthew in Costco trying
out a new coat.
God
bless him.God bless his growth.May God continue to bless him.
Last week Jesus spoke about loving God with
everything, but this week He highlights someone who does, a poor widow who
gives to the Temple her two only coins.There’s
more.Last week he also praised a
scribe.This week He condemns scribes
for their rapacious behavior.
In the course of his teaching Jesus
said to the crowds,
"Beware of the scribes, who
like to go around in long robes
and accept greetings in the
marketplaces,
seats of honor in synagogues,
and places of honor at banquets.
They devour the houses of widows
and, as a pretext
recite lengthy prayers.
They will receive a very severe
condemnation."
He sat down opposite the treasury
and observed how the crowd put money
into the treasury.
Many rich people put in large sums.
A poor widow also came and put in
two small coins worth a few cents.
Calling his disciples to himself, he
said to them,
"Amen, I say to you, this poor
widow put in more
than all the other contributors to
the treasury.
For they have all contributed from
their surplus wealth,
but she, from her poverty, has
contributed all she had,
her whole livelihood."
~Mk 12:38-44
Dr. Brant Pitre gives
a gives a quick overview of the scene.
Just about all the
exegesis of the Widow’s Mite passage runs along that line, but I did find
someone who grasped it even further.Fr.
William Nicholas, who seems to have his own podcast which I will now stop by, finds
a common theme with the widow in the first reading.
That's very
insightful.I have not come across that observation. The widows are donating to the institutions, the prophet and the
Temple, not to any specific charity, not to any good deed. They are in essence donating to donating to an entity representing God.
What exactly is a “mite”?I did not really know.From Webster’s, the second definition.
The
occasion of thinking on this poem has to do with a recent event in our
household that has, as it turns out, some correspondence to the event that
inspired the poem.In the wee hours of
Monday morning (overnight Sunday into Monday) I heard a big crash and ruckus in
the hallway outside my bedroom.I
initially thought that Matthew had gotten up in the middle of the night to go
to the bathroom and stumbled into something.Then I heard another crash and ruckus.I got out of bed to investigate.Tiger, our cat, was chasing a mouse that had gotten inside the
house.He was swiping and lunging at him
with incredible violence, and at one point got him under his paw.The mouse played dead—he was motionless and I
thought he was killed—but when Tiger lifted up his paw the mouse scooted
away.This was all on the upstairs bedroom floor.
For
the next day and a half Tiger was on the hunt trying to sniff him out and wait
for him to come out.When my wife got home
Wednesday afternoon at about one o’clock she found him just inside the
vestibule on the main floor, downstairs from the bedrooms, lying dead.There must have been a battle.I guess he ran to try to get out but Tiger
caught him.Here’s a picture.
Poor
little mouse. I thought him cute.I put
the body across the street at an unkempt yard where feral cats live.Tiger as a kitten came from there, nine and a
half years ago.
This
made me recall the Robert Burns’ poem, “To a Mouse,” where the poet felt a
compassion for a field mouse he had disturbed.
To a Mouse
By Robert Burns
On Turning her up in her
Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.
The
occasion of the poem was said to be Robert Burns overturning a mouse’s nest
while plowing a field.Both Burns’s
event and my event disturb a mouse’s life in November.His mouse I think lived, unlike the
unfortunate end of the mouse in my house.Both Burns and I connected with the mouse on a compassionate level.We both meditated on our own mortality from a
poor mouse’s life and fate.If Burns’
mouse lived after the scene, she will probably not survive the winter given the
disruption of the nest.
Some
of Burns’ diction is a bit hard to grasp.One can almost make out the Scots words but it would be helpful with
annotations of the Scottish.I don’t
know if the Scots used here is considered its own language, a slang, a dialect,
or a creole (probably a dialect), but it does mix English words with what I
take are Scottish versions of English words.Some words seem to be purely Scotts Gaelic (“cranreuch,” “daimen”) and
some are English words transcribed from a Scottish dialect (“sleekit, cowrin,
tim'rous beastie”).Wikipedia has what
it calls an English translation of the original Scots, which I’ll post here.
Little, sleek, cowering,
timorous beast,
Oh, what a panic is in
your breast!
You need not start away
so hasty
With bickering prattle!
I would be loath to run
and chase you,
With murdering paddle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's
social union,
And justifies that ill
opinion
Which makes you startle
At me, your poor,
earth-born companion
And fellow mortal!
I doubt not, sometimes,
that you may thieve;
What then? Poor beast,
you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four
sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing
with what is left,
And never miss it.
Your small house, too, in
ruin!
Its feeble walls the
winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build
a new one,
Of coarse green foliage!
And bleak December's
winds ensuing,
Both bitter and piercing!
You saw the fields laid
bare and empty,
And weary winter coming
fast,
And cozy here, beneath
the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! The cruel
coulter passed
Out through your cell.
That small heap of leaves
and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary
nibble!
Now you are turned out,
for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's
sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold!
But Mouse, you are not
alone,
In proving foresight may
be vain:
The best-laid schemes of
mice and men
Go oft awry,
And leave us nothing but
grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Still you are blessed,
compared with me!
The present only touches
you:
But oh! I backward cast
my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I
cannot see,
I guess and fear!
Like
most translations of poetry, the beauty of the sounds of the language is lost
in translation.Still it helps.Let’s analyze the poem, but I won’t go into
the social and economic context of the times in which the poem was written.You can find that online if you want to.I’ll stick with the immediate poem.
There
are eight stanzas of six lines of iambic tetrameter, each stanza with an
unusual rhyme scheme of A/A/A/B/A/B.The
fourth and sixth lines—the lines with the “B” rhyme—do not have eight syllables
of a tetrameter line but either five syllables or four syllables.Why sometimes five syllables and other times
four?I can’t see a pattern, so perhaps for
oral articulation or perhaps just out of convenience.Nonetheless, I really like this stanza form.
The
divisions of the poem I see in this way.
Stanzas
one and two provide situation of the event.The poor mouse is in a panic, jabbering at the person who disrupted his
modest home, and scooting hastily about.The second stanza I would say is the statement of the poem’s theme, the
breaking of some sort of an unspoken agreement between man and nature.
I’m truly sorry Man’s
dominion
Has broken Nature’s
social union,
An’ justifies that ill
opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor,
earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!
The
last two lines characterizing the mouse as a “poor, earth-born companion/An’
fellow-mortal” lift the little mouse, one of the most insignificant and
despised of animals, to an equality with humanity.
Stanzas
three through six characterize the impact to the mouse of the overturning of
her nest.The mouse’s home is in ruin;
she is now exposed to the winter elements; the plowed field has removed any
source of food.
The
seventh stanza connects the mouse’s futility with humanity’s, “In proving
foresight may be vain,” giving us that great line that is truly a memorable
quote, “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men/Gang aft agley” (“the best-laid
schemes of mice and men often go awry”).
The
eighth and final stanza, Burns concludes with a distinction between man and beast.The mouse is blessed because, as an animal,
he can only live in the present.He will
move on from this event and forget about it.The poet, on the other hand has memory that will bring back sorrow every
time he remembers such a catastrophe and, disrupted, will live in constant fear
of the future.It is interesting that
though not an overtly religious poem, a blessing is mentioned twice (third and
eighth stanzas).
This
is ultimately a nature poem, with man as an agent for disrupting nature for his
purposes.
There
are some great lines in this poem.I
already mentioned “The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men/Gang aft agley” from
stanza seven.I would say the first four
lines are just so charming: “Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,/O, what a
panic’s in thy breastie!/Thou need na start awa sae hasty,/Wi’ bickerin
brattle!”The first four lines of the
fourth stanza are so musical: “Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!/It’s silly
wa’s the win’s are strewin!/An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,/O’ foggage
green!”As are the first four lines of
the eight stanza: “Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!/The present only
toucheth thee:/But Och! I backward cast my e’e,/On prospects drear!”
Such
a lovely poem.You can hear it read in
both the Scot’s dialect and a modern translation on this clip.
What
about my poor, little mousie?Well, though
I feel for his plight, I’m not exactly to blame.He intruded my space, and he faced a natural
enemy, Tiger!Behold the mighty hunter!
I
was wondering how I was going to get the mouse out.Tiger saved me the trouble.
Last week Jesus was at Jericho on His way to
Jerusalem.Today we find Him in
Jerusalem, and it is during Holy Week.Because we have split off the Gospel readings between Easter and
Ordinary Time, we have already read Jesus’s triumphant Palm Sunday entrance
into Jerusalem.Now we pick up on events
prior to the Last Supper, which we already read.
Today Jesus is questioned by a Scribe.
One of the scribes came to Jesus and
asked him,
"Which is the first of all the
commandments?"
Jesus replied, "The first is
this:
Hear, O Israel!
The Lord our God is Lord alone!
You shall love the Lord your God
with all your heart,
with all your soul,
with all your mind,
and with all your strength.
The second is this:
You shall love your neighbor as
yourself.
There is no other commandment
greater than these."
The scribe said to him, "Well
said, teacher.
You are right in saying,
'He is One and there is no other
than he.'
And 'to love him with all your
heart,
with all your understanding,
with all your strength,
and to love your neighbor as
yourself'
is worth more than all burnt
offerings and sacrifices."
And when Jesus saw that he answered
with understanding,
he said to him,
"You are not far from the
kingdom of God."
And no one dared to ask him any more
questions.
~Mk 12:28-34
Fr. Geoffrey Plant
gives one of his comprehensive explanations for this passage.
If you didn’t know,
Fr. Geoffrey tells us there are 613 commandments inthe Torah!So you are way off if you think there are only the Ten Commandments.I also thought the comment by Amy-Jill Levine
(who is Jewish by the way, but a New Testament Scholar) observes that Jesus
actually added to the Shema, “with all your mind.”That is not there
in Deuteronomy.Look carefully at the
first reading from today.
Again, Jeff Cavins does
another fine outline from a pastoral point of view.
Sunday Meditation: "You are not
far from the kingdom of God."
Why not far?Why are you not yet in the Kingdom of God?Something to meditate on.
In lieu of a hymn this week, I want to give
you the Shema in the Hebrew. From a Rabbi at myjewishlearning: