... reaction! A complete turnaround from their smiling, proud faces when their collective “son” read the scriptures in their presence, and they sat beaming from their benches! This is the “true” Great Reveal! With a single challenge, Jesus “leveled” his hometown synagogue. The pride on their faces vanished, and snarls ensued. You’ve never seen people so angry as they were that day. Why? Because Jesus was not including them in his message of hope. Or at least not putting them first. In fact, Jesus ...
... . The disciples had been displaced from their homes and careers. For a while, they experienced the exhilaration of being “married” to Jesus, sharing a life that was no less than bringing the kingdom of heaven to earth. They walked in humble pride next to their wise and miracle-working leader. But then things were catastrophically upended. Jesus was ripped away from them, shamefully treated and torturously executed. So now they were cautious. They were tenuous ― hoping, but fearing. Jesus came back to ...
... plagued me.” But Merton said that there was really only one answer which all needed to voice before they could take up residence. “I need mercy!” was the true cry of the heart. “I need mercy!” Merton said that any other answer betrayed our prideful assertion of self-determination. We wanted, we planned, we were running away from, we desired… But the person who knew his need of mercy had stepped out of the myopic circle of self- interest long enough to begin to see the fragile interdependence of ...
... the movie, Deedee, a former ballerina, decides to leave the ballet to get married and raise children. Now fast forward –her best friend Emma, who stayed in her ballet career, invites Deedee’s daughter Emilia to join her ballet company. This sparks both pride for her daughter but envy, regret, jealousy, and nostalgia for Deedee. The movie follows Deedee’s painful coming to terms with her past decisions and her final peacemaking with her life’s choices. Sometimes, in looking at our past, we can feel ...
... and, okay, a few dads were crying. Upon reflection, after a few skull sessions, I realized that it wasn’t the band alone that animated the crowd on those Saturday mornings. The band brought with it, into the coliseum a certain spirit, a spirit of pride, of tradition, of discipline and skill and art and dedication that overflowed from the members and into the fans. That spirit would show up again in the stadium, before the game, when the band made what they call their “Ramp Entrance,” and again, at ...
... untrained eye, they looked kind of, well, slimy. But once I knew what they were, I took another helping and announced to the group that dessert was the best part of the meal. Mrs. Davis clapped her hands in front of her face, which was nearly bursting with joy and pride. A couple of the kids in our group took a helping of the dessert and pronounced it good. We all agreed that we were much too full to go back to work. The crew from the following week would have to finish up the tasks we had begun. We spent ...
... to do. Joe will forever be remembered as a man of great faith. He was an altar boy at Most Holy Redeemer Parish and he was a regular at my Sunday mass at St. Joe’s hospital. Joe will forever be remembered as someone who took pride in his work, who had a great spirit, who loved this country, a proud serviceman during the Vietnam War. And Joe will be forever remembered for his valiant fight against cancer, for his unbelievable endurance of various chemotherapies and various setbacks, taking it all in stride ...
... homilies each and every Sunday. My God, how impoverished we here at St. Ambrose would be if Bill Stanton were never born. And how impoverished Peg Stanton would be and Sheila and Eileen and Ellen and Maureen and Patti and John. Bill loved his family. They were his pride and joy. He loved to visit Peg on his day off even though he’d sleep in her Barcalounger for hours on end. And finally, if Bill Stanton were never born, my life would be greatly impoverished as would be Jack Wiemar’s and Pat Keleher’s ...
... amounts of pizza to feed everyone after worship one Advent Sunday before we went out singing. When someone asked if there was a songbook for us to follow, I made my second mistake. “We don’t need songbooks! Everyone knows Christmas songs!” I shouted. Pride is a sin that shows up in many and various forms, including after the consumption of large amounts of pizza at youth gatherings. The care facility down the street was more than happy to welcome us to their community room on a sunny Sunday afternoon ...
... them sees the light and learns Jesus “secret sauce,” we celebrate like we never have before. We feast until the cows come home! Cause that’s what we do when someone we value remembers who and whose they are. That’s what we do when we recognize and welcome with pride “one of our own.”
... Jesus to increase our faith in the face of such an upside down and backward vocation, a life that looks radically different than the worldly values in which it is so often lived. To say you want to be great resonates in our culture. We brag about the power of pride and the glory of being self-made people. We celebrate the rich and envy the powerful. We base our value and that of others on net worth or lack thereof and do little to level the playing field in what we pretend is a pure meritocracy. We do not ...