All Souls day

New Zealand is known world-wide for its walking tracks.

The better-known tracks include the Abel Tasman Coast Track, the Heaphy Track, the Kepler Track, the Routeburn Track, and the Milford Track.

They provide the walker with a stunning experience of native flora, water trickling, and on occasions pouring over waterfalls, birdsong mixed with an eerie silence that heightens the beauty silence brings people walk.

The only human sound is foot on track and a little perhaps a little huffing and puffing.

When walking these tracks at some moment you become aware that you are not the first, nor the only traveller who has walked these paths. Others have walked before you; their tread has enabled your tread to be somewhat easier, surer.

On occasion there may be some steps cut by others for easier traverse, some may have laid stepping-stones to help to navigate a creek.

Knowing that others have walked before you give you an assurance that the walk can be done.

It is of comfort to know that the track I am walking on has been walked by many before me. The track I am walking on is marked by those who have walked before me. Those who have gone before have enabled those travelling now a somewhat more secure journey.

all souls

November 2nd is our celebration of the feast known as All Souls.

It is traditionally a day set aside where we pray for the dead.

Might I suggest a different option?

Could I suggest you/we pray to the dead.

Their stories told through their tread guide us on our journey.

As we journey let us sense their companionship; where I am travelling, they have travelled before me.

They have left a path for me to follow.

The track I am travelling is a well worn one.

The walk is still mine, however, the track I am walking is marked by the feet of many others.

It might well be advantageous to talk with those who have been there, done that, and got the T-shirt.

There is a whakataukī or ‘proverb’ in Māori which says, “Kia whakatōmuri te haere whakamua”.

I walk backwards into the future with my eyes fixed on my past.

The proverb speaks to Māori perspectives of time, where the past, the present and the future are viewed as intertwined.

All Saints Day

Billy O’Leary was seven and lived in a very small village miles from anywhere and anyone.

The village had a general store which sold just about everything, a small school, and a small Church.

Billy’s father was the teacher at the school, the only teacher, so Billy used to say his father was the Headteacher.

One day, Billy’s father had to travel to the city for business reasons and invited Billy to travel with him.

Excited for two reasons; Billy had heard his parents talk of the city and yet had no idea where it was, and second, it meant travelling on the train, which Billy had never done.

The day arrived, and Billy presented himself at breakfast in his Sunday best. His father and he walked to the train station and duly caught the train. Billy sat by the window and watched cows and sheep and corn and maize go whizzing by.

When his father had finished his business, he asked Billy if there was anything he would like to do.

All Saints Day
St Mary of the Angels, Wellington, New Zealand

Now, back at school, Billy had seen a picture of St Brendan’s Cathedral which was here in this city, and so he asked his father whether they could go and have a look inside.

So off they went.

Now St Brendan’s was a very, very, very old cathedral, built when there was still kings and queens and princes and princesses and knights in armour and ladies in waiting.

Inside, the cathedral was dark and cold, and a little spooky.

Billy was a little bit scared and held his father’s hand tight as they walked around.

The walls inside were very high and right at the top, there were stained glass windows all the way around.

Each window had a saint’s name.

Some Billy knew; St Patrick, of course, the twelve apostles, and St Brendan.

Others he had knew heard of, like St Finbar, St Brigid and St Cairan.

As he walked around looking at all the windows an amazing thing happened.

Outside, the clouds broke, and the sun streamed through the stained-glass windows and suddenly the inside of the church was bathed in light.

Billy let go of his father’s hand and walked confidently on his own.

The following day at school, Fr O’Grady from the town Church came to the school to prepare the children for the coming feast of All Saints.

He began by asking the children, “Does anyone know what a saint is?”

Up shot Billy’s hand, and he waved it about with enthusiasm.

Fr O’Grady could not help but notice the enthusiastic waving, and besides, there was no other hand raised seeking the priest’s attention.

“Yes, Billy do you know what a saint is? Tell us now.”

“Father,” spoke Billy with confidence, “it is someone who lets the sun in and lights up the whole Church.”

(If you want to you may spell the word either sun or Son.)

31st Sunday of Ordinary Time Year B

This Sunday the Thirty First Sunday of Ordinary time, provides those preparing the liturgy something of a conundrum – namely, do we choose readings specific to Mission Sunday, or do stay with the readings set down for the Sunday? (of course, in truth, any reading chosen is a reading about Mission!)

The Gospel for Sunday, 31st is from Mark (12:28 – 34).

In this Gospel Jesus is asked, ‘which commandment is first.’

A question, in fact, that at the time was quite pointed.

It required of Jesus a response that meant that he knew both his Torah (the First Testament which we call “Old”) and that he had been properly taught by his parents.

In the Torah there were some 600+ commandments, however, one, known as the Shema was preeminent and was recited morning and evening and still is to this day by Orthodox Jews “Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one.  Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.”

Mary and Joseph had indeed taught him well.

There is little doubt that Jesus would have prayed this prayer with his Mum and Dad (remember those nights on your knees in the front room praying the Rosary).

However, Jesus goes on to add, “you shall love your neighbour as yourself.”

Where did he learn this?

Remember all those add-ons after the Rosary had finished, were in fact of equal importance.

The two became one, as Jesus says, ‘there is no other commandment (singular) greater than these (plural).

Fr. Pedro Arrupe, S.J. (1907 –1991) was a Spanish priest who served as the 28th Superior General of the Society Of Jesus (Jesuits) from 1965 to 1983.

One of his mottos suggest to me he had spent quite a deal of time on his knees in the front room of a certain residence in a small village by the name of Nazareth.

Arrupe writes, “Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is than falling in love in a quite absolute final way.

“What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.

“It will decide what will get you out of bed in the morning, what you do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.

“Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.”

 

30th Sunday of Ordinary Time Year B

This Sunday’s responsorial psalm contains these beautiful words: ‘Those who are sowing in tears will sing when they reap. They go out full of tears carrying seed for the sowing; they come back full of song, carrying their sheaves.’

Anyone who has done, and who still does, any gardening, knows that the antithesis of tears and song is not so far off the mark. When I was in ministry in Hastings, I started a vegetable garden. The soil is so rich in the area they would say, ‘if you plant an ice block stick, it will grow!’

They neglected to mention oxalis and convolvulus also grow.

Sowing is a beautiful occupation, but it calls for hard work: the ground needs be prepared, the seed sown, then there is regular watering and aftercare.

The first green shoots bring an up-tempo beat of the heart (and if you are like me, a moistening of the eye!)

Then, after time, there is the delight in digging the new season’s potatoes, or a lettuce, cabbage, carrot, whatever.

The Sower
The image is a pencil, brush and ink drawing by Van Gogh, with the title “The Sower”, 1882. It hangs in The Hague, Netherlands.

Many of the great artists we admire know well the tears of sowing.

Once such artist is Vincent Van Gogh (1853 – 1890).

During his life, Vincent experienced poverty, loneliness, and much illness. At times life was so difficult for him that he felt he couldn’t go on.

Once he said, ‘It is getting too lonesome, too cold, to empty.’ Van Gogh’s greatest heartbreak was a failure to win recognition as an artist.

Most people who knew him considered him a failure.

He was only thirty-seven when he died and by then he had sold only one of his paintings. It was sold for a few hundred Francs.

He said, ‘Painting requires a lot of faith because one cannot prove at the outset that it will succeed.

“In the first years of hard struggling, it may even be a sowing in tears. But we shall check them because in the far distance we have a quiet hope of the harvest.’

In spite of everything, he persevered. And the harvest did come, though too late for him.

The day after his death a few of his friends came and decked out the small room where his coffin lay with some of his paintings. It was only then that they realized how beautiful those paintings were. Today his canvasses are almost beyond price.

May the words of Vincent van Gogh, ‘Life is only a kind of sowing; the harvest is not here,’ echoing the words of today’s Psalm, ‘sowing in tears, they will sing when they reap’ fall on rich soil.

Footnote: Van Gogh had a special interest in sowers throughout his artistic career. All in all, he made more than 30 drawings and paintings on this theme.

For more information on Vincent Van Gogh there is a worthwhile book titled, Van Gogh’s Untold Journey, Revelations of Faith, Family, & Artistic Inspiration – William J Havlicek, PhD.