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.
"Naked I came forth from my mother's womb, and naked shall I go back again. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD!" (Jb 1:6-22)
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This is probably the most famous line from the Book of Job which we begin reading today. Job asks all the right questions—the answers are always a mystery. Saint Jerome (342-420) loved the challenge of the Scriptures and learned Greek and Hebrew so that he could translate the Word of God into Latin, which was the lingua franca of his day. But it wasn’t the Latin of the Academy . . . rather as my seminary professor said, it was street Latin, hip-hop Latin . . . and as my professor added, “Every prostitute in Rome could read and understand it.” The translation of Saint Jerome is called the Vulgate.
Anyone who gives you a cup of water to drink because you belong to Christ, amen, I say to you, will surely not lose his reward. (Mk 9:38-43, 45, 47-48)
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How important it is for to care about one another: every act of kindness will be rewarded and remembered. Today we remember and pray for all our friends and loved ones in Asheville and the mountains of Western North Carolina. I lived and worked in the mountains of North Carolina for more than 30 years. The widespread destruction is beyond belief. There are many dead or missing. There is no water, no lights, no cell phone service, no internet, no gasoline. Roads are impassable. There is little to no food. Many have lost their homes and their livelihood, and winter is fast approaching. But mountain people are tough. Mountain people have lots of faith as the Psalmist said long ago: I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. (Psalm 121).
Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come And the years approach of which you will say,
I have no pleasure in them; When the guardians of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, And the grinders are idle because they are few, and they who look through the windows grow blind. (Eccl 11:9-12:8)
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This last reading from the Book of Ecclesiastes has the most haunting poetic description of old age that begins with the word “Remember.” Today’s video is of the very famous Colombian song, Yo También Tuve 20 Años (I Too Was 20 Once). The Virgin Mary reminds us to always glorify the Lord.
There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every thing under the heavens. A time to be born, and a time to die. God has put the timeless into their hearts, without man’s ever discovering, from beginning to end, the work which God has done. (Eccl 3:1-11)
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To everything there is a season . . . this famous passage from the Book of Ecclesiastes invites us all to reflect on the direction of our lives. Saint Vincent de Paul (1581-1660), who was the Mother Teresa of his time, had the gift of recruiting everyday people to do beautiful things for God by caring for the poor.
Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth, vanity of vanities! All things are vanity! Nothing is new under the sun. (Eccl 1:2-11)
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Today we begin the strange Book of Ecclesiastes. One of my favorite quotes is: “Better to be a live dog than a dead lion” (Eccl 9:4). Or as the wife in Moonstruck says to her cheating husband, “Cosmo, I just want you to know, no matter what you do, you’re gonna die just like everyone else.”