Friday, April 18, 2014

Preached homily for Good Friday of the Lord's Passion - St. Kateri at St. Cecilia, 3pm, April 18, 2014

Readings:  http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/041814.cfm

We are a culture, in fact a race, of symbols.  Everything we do, everything we are, everything about us is expressed in symbols.  Shortly after our birth, we were given a symbol – a name – a word made up of letters that uniquely identifies you, and me.  As we grew we quickly learned language – sound and words and phrases and sentences – to express and name the world around us.  And we have all kinds of symbols for every single thing and idea and emotion in our lives.

You see symbols are a way, the only way in fact, of calling something from our memory into the present, into the front of our minds.  A photo from my favorite vacation is only a symbol of that vacation, but when I look at it, the vacation becomes real again, and present, in my mind.

If we wish to communicate ideas and emotions, that can only be done by symbols – take the word love for instance.  We have many different ways of expressing the idea of “love,” just as there are many different meanings for the word “love.”  I wear on my left hand a symbol of my love for my wife – a symbol of my commitment to her for a lifetime, of my fidelity, of my giving myself to her, freely, totally.  The red heart is a famous symbol of love – made all the more famous by Hallmark every February 14.  American Sign Language has a couple of symbols for love – this one (hand) and this one (cross forearms on chest). 

But the greatest symbol of love, and the symbol of the greatest love, is this (hold up cross).  The Cross of Jesus Christ.  You and I are gathered here together this afternoon, to remember, to look upon the Cross and corpus – the dead Body – of Our Lord, and in so doing, what happened on Calvary over 2000 years ago becomes real, becomes present, is our minds. 

You see, as we meditate on the Cross, a host of things come to mind – This wooden instrument of torture and death, a Roman symbol of fear and domination.  We think of the mocking banner above His head – “The King of the Jews.”  The piercing pain from the crown of thorns.  The suffering, the pain in each of His wounds, as nails split the flesh of His holy hands and feet.  The anguish of abandonment, by His closest friends and even, seemingly, His Father.   

But above all, if we medicate on the wood of the Cross and LOVE doesn’t come to mind, my sisters and brothers, we’ve missed the meaning of this day.  For the Holy Cross is, above all, about love.  For on this day, Our Blessed Lord turned this symbol of death into the tree of life!  This symbol of domination and hate has become for us our greatest freedom, the greatest symbol of love.

My brothers and sisters, look upon the wood of the cross and ponder the amazing love of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Ponder for a moment Our Lord’s love:

Ponder His love for the Father, so much, so deep that He completely surrendered to His Father’s will. 

And ponder Our Lord’s extravagant love for you, and for me. 

A love that continues even when you and I have denied Him and ignored Him and abandoned Him by our sins. 

A love that isn’t content to watch us wallow in our sinfulness, far from Him and His Father.

A love that seeks us out, to bring us back to Him.

A love in which He gives Himself completely and fully for each of us, to stand in our place, to suffer, to die, to bear the punishment that rightfully belongs to me and to you. 

A love which opens for us a torrent of His mercy which washes over us, mercy and grace which gives us His power to reject sin and live in holiness. 

A love which opens for us the gates of heaven and eternal life!

My brothers and sisters, as we come forward to venerate the cross, the greatest symbol of love humankind has ever known, let us recall the amazing, extravagant, exquisite love He has for each of us, let us praise Him with gratitude, and let us resolve to love Him in return, with all our hearts, and souls, and strength, and minds.

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