These reflections are a result of more than 40 years of ministry as a Roman Catholic priest. Most of these years I spent in the Diocese of Charlotte which covers Western North Carolina. Now I am retired, and live in Medellín, Colombia where I continue to serve as a priest in the Archdiocese of Medellín.
I, John, looked and there was the Lamb standing on Mount Zion,
and with him a hundred and forty-four thousand
who had his name and his Father’s name written on their foreheads.
I heard a sound from heaven
like the sound of rushing water or a loud peal of thunder.
The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps.
They were singing what seemed to be a new hymn before the throne,
before the four living creatures and the elders.
(Rev 14:1-3)
As the Scriptures of today mention the sound of harpists, I think of my friend, the late Donna Germano. Donna played hammered dulcimer and harp. When I was at Saint Joan of Arc Parish in Asheville, NC, Donna would play the evening Vigil Mass on Saturday. It was heavenly. Now our dear Donna gets to play for the angels before the throne! The video is of Donna playing the English tune, Greensleaves.
And the king will say to them in reply,
'Amen, I say to you, whatever you did
for one of the least brothers of mine, you did for me.’ (Mt 25:40)
On this feast of Christ the King, it is always good to remember what Dorothy Day, the Venerable Servant of God, said about the poor: “The mystery of the poor is that they are Jesus, and what you do for them you do to Him.”
R. O Blessed Virgin Mary, you carried the Son of the eternal Father.
"My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord,
my spirit rejoices in God my Savior."
R. O Blessed Virgin Mary, you carried the Son of the eternal Father. (Lk 1)
To proclaim the greatness of the Lord . . . to sing God’s praises. It’s not just for heaven . . . we can sing right now! Today is the feast of the Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. This feast is the basis for the church custom in Latin American countries to celebrate the presentation of three-year-old children to God.
“It is written,
My house shall be a house of prayer,
but you have made it a den of thieves.”
(Lk 19:45-48)
Sometimes we are not always a house of prayer. My friend Patrick was drinking in a bar in downtown Asheville, and an acquaintance came up to him and told him about the death of a mutual friend. He asked, “You’re a Catholic aren’t you?” Patrick answered, “Yes.” The other one asked, “What’s that stuff about lighting a candle?” Patrick explained about lighting a candle and saying a prayer. The other one asked, “Can we light a candle now for our friend who died?” Patrick said, “Yes, of course,” and then took him to the Basilica of Saint Lawrence a few blocks away. The church was open so they went in . . . the other gentleman had never been in a Catholic church and for that matter had probably never been in any church. They lit a candle and then knelt down to say a prayer for their friend. About that time a lady from the Basilica interrupted them and said, “That’ll be fifty cents for the candle!” I’m sure the church needed the money for the candle . . . and they probably would have given a lot more than the fifty cents. But the moment was lost.
When he took the scroll,
the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders
fell down before the Lamb.
Each of the elders held a harp and gold bowls filled with incense,
which are the prayers of the holy ones.
They sang a new hymn:
“Worthy are you to receive the scroll
and break open its seals,
for you were slain and with your Blood you purchased for God
those from every tribe and tongue, people and nation.
You made them a kingdom and priests for our God,
and they will reign on earth.”
(Rev 5:1-10)
What a vision of the Lamb! And another hymn, but this time a NEW hymn. When I was in studies at Vanderbilt University, I helped out a parish community by taking the 7:00 am Mass every Sunday morning. There was a deacon to assist me but NO music. As the deacon told me, “This is the quiet Mass.” Well, I acquiesced to the NO music, but when we got to Easter I warned the deacon that we would be singing albeit a cappella. And sing we did. Folks who might want a QUIET heaven are bound to be disappointed. Not only will there be music and singing . . . there may be some NEW hymns to learn!
