Twilight Twitches

fetscherDear Family,
At the end of today’s Feast of the Baptism of Jesus, we entered into “Ordinary Time.”

Before I go any farther, let me linger a little in Christmas time to make a special point of thanking our parishioners who made the place just beautiful. Those decorations helped us remember the birth of the Savior, without which none of us would be here in the first place.

To Ann Murry, Sue and Scott Martinez, Charlotte Newbury and super plant maintenance supervisor and #1 Christmas fan in all the earth, Patricio Diaz-Pizzaro, I offer our thanks. The red and gold comes down after today’s celebration and we begin a period of “Ordinary Time.” The color is green, the color of hope.

A few words from the Ordo, the book that tells us about the liturgical calendar all year long speaks about time:

“Besides the times of the year that have their own distinctive character, there remains in the yearly cycle thirty-three or thirty-four weeks in which no particular aspect of the mystery of Christ is celebrated, but rather the mystery of Christ itself is honored in it fullness, especially on Sundays. This period is known as Ordinary Time.”

From tomorrow, Jan 13th to Ash Wednesday on February 25th, our Sunday color is green. I know you were lying awake last night wondering about all that. Now you know.

My bottom line on all the changes and colors and customs is that this is our way, the Church’s way, of keeping the face of Jesus in front of us. We make the changes because we need to avoid falling into the rut of “never-changing.” The scary part of no change is thinking no change is normal. It’s not. As I’ve said before, if you’re not changing, it probably means you’re dead.

Change is the very essence of growth. Our challenge is looking forward and making whatever adjustments we need, to stay on our heavenly course.

Regarding heaven, I haven’t forgotten First Corinthians 2:9: “...eye has not seen, and ear has not heard and what has not entered into the human heart (is) what God has prepared for those who love Him.”

I don’t have a clue about what that change is going to be like, but the closer I get to it, I am becoming more aware of my hope in God’s mercy. Perhaps a by-product of that awareness is showing up in my homilies, seeming to repeat myself.

I find myself thinking often about the same things. Recently I preached about the song from the early 70’s musical, Godspell. “Day by Day, ...O Dear Lord, three things I pray; to see Thee more clearly, love Thee more dearly, follow Thee more nearly... day by day.” Now, I’m humming it again.

The course, the journey, is very much ‘day-by-day.’ At the risk of continuing to date myself, another song comes to mind: the Beetles’ I Get By with a Little Help from My Friends.

My walking, running, jumping (well, sort of...) through this very extraordinary adventure called life, gained a deep dimension when my Mom and Dad brought me to a bowl of water. They said they would be my environment of faith, and they were. Ever since, the path has unfolded, rarely as I might have predicted. Nevertheless, in hindsight, I think the Spirit was there,
especially when I wandered off the path, usually not because I made bad choices, but because I forgot to keep making good choices.

Here’s to a 2020 filled with awareness, good friends, and the courage to pay attention to the goal.

In Christ our Light,
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