survive and advance

Homily
6th Day in the Octave of Christmas
Solemnity of the Holy Family
30 December 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Center at the University of Kansas

Survive and advance.  That's the key to March Madness.  You don't have to win pretty.  You just have to win, and live to play another day.

We too often think of the Holy Family of Jesus, Mary and Joseph as a icon to put on the shelf and admire.  Yet they too had to survive and advance.  Just like you and I do.  It's really not a terrible motto for living a holy life.

Yes, the Holy Family is an icon, but that doesn't mean that their lives weren't a risky, bloody mess like our families are.  An immaculate mother, a fearless father who always finds a way to do the right thing, and the Son of God who cannot be anything but perfectly obedient are good ingredients for a Holy Family.  Yet we must remember equally that the Holy Family was non-traditional in many other ways - they were homeless refugees on the run from murderous threats and setting off amber alerts. They also fought - in a holy way!  Jesus talks back to his parents who accuse him of disobedience, and this won't be the last time that Jesus outwardly ignores his mother.

What makes a family holy?  That's our pivotal question that comes to us each Christmas.  Is your family holy?

Most of us laugh at the thought, right?  Are you surviving and advancing this Christmas season.  I spent 9 hours on the road and 7 hours visiting my family.  I got in and got out.  I survived and advanced.  I saw my three grandparents, my dad and all my siblings, nieces and nephews, alongside various other aunts, uncles and plus ones.  It was great to see everyone and to wish everyone well, but my goal was to survive and advance.  I didn't want to reveal my mess or ask about theirs - only to pray that everyone finds a way to persevere in knowing, loving and doing God's will.

Most, if not all great human stories, run through the family.  If you don't believe me, meditate on today's Feast, and Jesus' story as written in relationship to his family. First, with his mom and dad. Next, through the family that is his Body and Bride, the Church, which He feeds with his won blood.  Think about all the great Christmas stories and movies that touch our hearts.  They all run, one way or another, through the family.  You see, families are the indispensable schools of love, through which every person learns to write their stories.  Is it any wonder that of all places that Jesus wants to be born this Christmas, the Church celebrates with Her first Solemnity of Christmas that He wants to be born in our families.

He wants to born in our families as they are, as surely as His own family was marked with tremendous risk and vulnerability at every turn.  Woe to us if this feast is celebrated merely as the admiration of the impossible standard that is the icon of the Holy Family.  The real good news is that Jesus wants to born in our families as they really are.

The Holy Family didn't get to sing Silent Night, Holy Night, All is Calm all is bright for very long. Many times they just had to survive and advance.  That's what can make our families holy as well.  Not that they are outwardly perfectly, but that inwardly we still year to know, to love and to do God's will.

Sometimes, we simply need to survive, and advance.

bloody Christmas is happy Chrsitmas

Homily
4th Day in the Octave of Christmas IC
Feast of the Holy Innocents
28 December 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Campus Center at the University of Kansas

Have yourself a bloody little Christmas!  First the martyrdom of Stephen, on day 2.  Next, the blood-curdling screams of the holy innocents on day 4.  So much for silent night, all is calm, all is bright. 

Is the Church trying to steal our Christmas joy?  Hardly.  For us, a bloody Christmas is always a happy Christmas.  Celebrating martyrdom during Christmas highlights an ultimate reason that Christ was born.  Christ was born to die.  He was born to transform death to victory.  So today is a preeminent and glorious feast of victory, the triumph of the holy innocents who died not only first for Christ but uniquely in his stead.

So too we disciples of Jesus are born to die, and this is part of the happy Christmas message.  Our joy is lessened if we instead fear and kill like Herod.  We are like him whenever we kill those who threaten our control.

Children are the key to Christmas - welcoming children and remaining like children - this is the Christmas and the Christian story.  Our stories gain strength through relationship, not fear.  So let's heed the Christmas message of the angels - do not be afraid of this baby!

not seeing but believing (at Christmas)

Homily
3rd Day in the Octave of Christmas
Feast of St. John, Apostle and Evangelist
27 December 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Campus Center at the University of Kansas

Strange, isn't it, that the Church celebrates not a Feast of St. Joseph, but a Feast of St. John, during the days of Christmas.  St. Joseph, poor guy, who was not afraid to take Mary under his roof and who busted his tail to provide us the Christmas mystery, gets lumped in with his Holy Family this Sunday.  Yet St. John, who was nowhere to be seen at Bethlehem, gets day number three all to himself.  Why celebrate an apostle or evangelist at all during Christmas? The dudes were not around.  Only St. Joseph and mangy beasts and shepherds.

The Church begs us to recall by this Feast that every Mass, while perhaps highlighting a particular mystery, always contains all the mysteries of Christ.  Bethlehem is always joined to Calvary and the empty tomb, and vice versa, with the mysteries always interpenetrating during the Mass.  Was John physically and historically present at Bethlehem?  No, of course not.  Was Bethlehem present in the upper room, when John rested his head on the breast of the Word Incarnate?  Absolutely.  Was Bethlehem present at Calvary, the wood of the manger and the wood of the cross informing each other, with John alone among the apostles standing with Mary?  Yes, for sure.  Was Bethlehem present when Jesus himself asked John to replace Joseph, and take her into his home?  I dare say so.

St. Joseph is necessary for the best Christmas contemplation for sure, but so is St. John.  Why? Because when we say Merry Christmas, we can translate this popular phrase piously as - to Christ in the Mass through Mary. Mary-Christ-Mass as it were.  Since the Mass always joins all mysteries, the Church gives us not only the eyes of St. Joseph but also the eyes of St. John.  Yes, even during Christmas, and especially so. 

It is no accident that John gives the Church her deepest spiritual expression and contemplation of the Incarnation in the prologue to his Gospel, read on Christmas day.  John the evangelist writes from , from the unique vantage point given in today's Gospel, from the empty tomb.  Looking at the manger from the tomb and with Mary disposes us all for the deepest receptivity for the Eucharist as we say Mary-Christ-Mass.  That's why we need St. John today.

So John is like us.  He wasn't there, but Bethlehem came under his roof and deeply into his heart, his family and his Church.  Is it any wonder that John alone among the evangelists records the words of the incarnate and resurrected Jesus that we most need to hear, not only at Easter but too at Christmas - Blessed are those who have not seen but have believed!

adoration

Homily
Christmas Mass at Night IC
St. Lawrence Catholic Campus Center at the University of Kansas
25 December 2018

O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!

Have we come to adore tonight?  What does it mean to adore?  I hope you will agree it means the deepest form of love and affection.  It means a ridiculous and uncontrollable falling for another person.  When we are invited at Christmas to adore the Lord, we are invited to an experience that is strong enough to break through any fear, doubt and indifference that is in our hearts.  Is this what you came for at Christmas?  If so, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!

For the scene we celebrate and contemplate at Christmas is much too absurd to do anything less.  The author of the universe, the one whose almighty power is beyond comprehension, and the one who does need any one of us for anything whatsoever - that one - shows his ultimate power in making himself small.  Irresistibly small.  Helplessly small.  Ridiculously small.

So well does Jesus know our capacity to resist love and fall out of love, to resist God and fall out of love with God, that tonight he does everything he can to break through our indifference and defenses.  I know he needs to break through my pride and selfishness and stubbornness.  How about yours?  Will this be a night when God breaks through your fear of loving?

Do not be afraid, the angel says first to Mary.  Do not be afraid, the angel says next to Joseph.  Do not be afraid, the angels say next to the shepherds.  Do not be afraid, they say finally to you and to me.  Do not be afraid of this baby.

Jesus cannot make himself any smaller or irresistible than in the ridiculous scene of Bethlehem.  Born in perfect vulnerability and humility and poverty at the darkest hour of the darkest night, recognized at first only by the mangiest of beasts and shepherds, Jesus shows how ridiculously he is in love with everything that makes up a human life, beginning with weakness. 

Yet it is precisely where loneliness, fear, doubt, complacency, addiction, poverty, insignificance, selfishness, rejection and humiliation have touched our story that we have fallen out of love.  But why?  All these things that destroy our love are in play at Bethlehem. It is into these real human circumstances that Jesus came, and where He so desperately wants to come again.  Jesus wants to visit me where I have fallen out of love. That's what makes this Christmas the most dramatic and exciting Christmas ever, in all of history.  Jesus wants to be born precisely there, in the Bethlehem that is my story and my heart.

So let's put the Mass in Christ-Mass this year, and admit that Christmas takes it's name not from the scene of Bethlehem that sets the stage for tonight, but from the stage that is this altar. It is on this stage that Jesus will be born even more humbly and beautifully than He was 2000 years ago.  It is from this stage that Jesus will fall ridiculously and hopelessly in love with you again, and ask you not to be afraid of your place in the greatest love story ever told.

Is that what you want for Christmas this year?  It's what I want.

If so, let's come, each one of us, and together. Come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

be an outsider

Homily
Monday of the 1st Week in Advent IC
3 December 2018
+St. Francis Xavier
AMDG +JMJ +m

St. Francis Xavier was the very first Jesuit missionary, having been sent by the founder himself, St. Ignatius of Loyola, to evangelize the Far East.  A fearless missionary he was, traversing the Asian continent for 10 years, risking everything, all the while lamenting those in Europe who risked nothing for their faith.  St. Francis Xavier was irked by complacency, and by those who had no zeal, whose faith was surely dying behind the facades of cozy libraries and cafes.  He sought instead to fill up Jesus' prophecy in today's Gospel, that many will come from the East and the West to recline at the same table as the patriarchs of Israel - Abraham, Isaac and Jacob - in the kingdom of God, whereas those already reclining at table will one day be shut out.

The Gospels are ripe with stories and example of outsiders shaming the faith of insiders.  So how about you - do you want to be an outsider or an insider?  Today's story is that of the Roman centurion, presumably, an enemy of Israel.  But the Roman centurion, like St. Francis Xavier's converts, is the one who will one day dine with the patriarchs.  This Roman shames the faith of all Israel by trusting that only a word or thought from Jesus is enough to cure his servamt, and he is worthy of nothing more.

Each Gospel story like today's is a powerful reminder of why we must evangelize.  If we do not, our faith will very quickly get stale, and be taken from us.  The only things we have in life are the things that we have given away.  To live the law of the gift then, is to evangelize, for the law is especially true when it comes to the gift of faith.

Shame on us for assuming that we need to evangelize because others need to be saved.  This is true enough, but it doesn't get to the heart of the matter.  The Gospel demonstrates that we must evangelize because we need this encounter with outsiders much more than they need us.  The kingdom of God always belongs to outsiders, not insiders.  Even if you don't believe that, believe that the kingdom belongs to those who do not consider themselves worthy.  So as soon as we consider ourselves insiders, our faith becomes an entitlement and thus stale.  Our faith must constantly be renewed by outsiders if it is to be saved from complacency.  So we evangelize more because we have something we need to receive, rather than having something we must give.

notice the little things

Homily
Monday of the 34th Week in Ordinary Time IIB
St. Lawrence Catholic Center at the University of Kansas
26 November 2018
AMDG +JMJ +m

I get more excited for big gifts than for small ones.  Boy am I wrong.  Jesus notices small gifts, and says that they are more than the large ones.  Smaller gifts are usually given from poverty, whereas large ones come from surplus.  So the small gifts are almost always more generous.

St. Therese of Lisieux had a heart of zeal for the missions, yet she was confined to a cloister her entire life as a Carmelite.  I marvel at how she was able to make more converts than those missionaries who risked life and limb and traveled tens of thousands of miles in search of converts.  How did she do it?  By doing small things with great love.  She did what the widow did. She gave herself without reserve, and this small gift became worth more than any large ones.

Shame on us for thinking only big things matter.  Even moreso, if we think nothing happened today that was very big.  Jesus sees small things.  He prefers small things.  He will make himself smaller and an even more complete gift, than the 2 cents offered by the widow, by placing his entire self in the Blessed Sacrament.  Will we dare to ask for his eyes in place of ours, that we might see His completeness in something so small?

art of invitation

Homily
Tuesday of the 31st Week in Ordinary Time
Election Day 2018
6 November 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Center at the University of Kansas
Votive Mass of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception, Patroness of the USA
AMDG +JMJ +m

What invitations do you accept and which do you reject?  Specifically, what is the Lord inviting you to right now?  Whatever it is, we have to make time in our schedules for these invitations.

If we avoid invitations because we are busy, or we bail on our commitments because we don't feel like it or something better comes up, we are not preparing ourselves for accepting the invitation we have from God to be with him forever in heaven.

When is the last time your bailed on somebody or something important, when they were counting on you to come and your presence meant a lot?  It is true the plans can change, but as much as we can, we should make commitments according to God's will, and hold fast to those commitments.  It is good practice for accepting the invitation to eternal life that comes to each of us most personally from Jesus Himself.

When is the last time you rejected or bailed on an invitation that you received directly from God?  Now is a good day to repent and to get ready for the next invitation that will surely come.

compete for last

Homily
Saturday of the 30th Week in Ordinary Time IIB
3 November 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Center at the University of Kansas
Koinonia Retreat 28
AMDG JMJ +m

Chad was my archnemesis as I grew up.  Many of you are familiar with sibling rivalries.  I have 4 brothers and one sister.  My competition was always with the first-born of our family - Chad - who is 11 months older than me.

I shared a room with Chad until he left for college.  It was 17 years of constant competition.  I wanted so badly to beat Chad in things that I even tested out of freshman algebra so I could jump into into my brother's sophomore math class.  I am sure I was super annoying to Chad, the younger brother always nipping at his heels.

My brother Chad is great at almost everything.  I couldn't really beat him in anything.  Most of all, he could always kick my butt physically.

I hope the sibling rivalry brought out some good in both of us.  My calling to the priesthood might be explained by my trying to win the sibling rivalry once and for all. I found something that my brother couldn't do.  In fact I found something that few guys could do - become a priest.  So I did it.  It is part of the competition for a place of honor that Jesus warns about in today's Gospel.

I pray there was also a call from Jesus in the equation as well.  My calling was inspired too though, by my fascination with St. John Paul II, and my wanting to be more like him.  After meeting John Paul II I remember thinking the priesthood is the greatest thing I could do with my life.  Since becoming a priest I find myself comparing my priesthood to superstar priests like Bishop Robert Barron or Fr. Mike Schmitz.  I am competitive to the core, and unfortunately, very attracted to ranking and places of honor.

Jesus says clearly in the Gospel that if we are going to get into comparisons, only one competition matters - taking the lowest place.  While we may never be the best in the universe at any one particular skill, we can and should be the best in the universe at giving our precise life away, a life that will only uniquely exist once in the history of the universe.

I might not be the next St. John Paul II or Bishop Barron or Fr. Mike, but I can give my life away in a place and manner that none of them could.  So Jesus reminds me to quit worrying about comparisons, and to compete in the only thing that matters - taking the lowest place.

St. John Paul II referred often to a passage in Gaudium et Spes.  It says simply that man only finds himself through a sincere gift of himself.  So if you want to be unique and to have honor, then make yourself last, and God will exalt you more than you could ever exalt yourself.  

give your merits away

Homily
Friday of the 30th Week in Ordinary Time
2 November 2018
Commemoration of All Souls
AMDG JMJ +m


I've wrecked my Ford Fusion twice in the last 3 years.  Both times I hit an animal.  The first time it was a deer.  This last time a couple weeks ago it was a dog.  Both accidents were at high speed.  The car survived both times.  God's creatures did not, unfortunately.

This last time the accident happened as I was leaving a tour of a maximum security prison in El Dorado, Kansas.  Fortunately, my classmates from Leadership Kansas were right behind me.  Six cars stopped to help me . . and the dog if they could.  It was a flood of instantaneous support.  As I needed a 80 mile tow to Topeka since my radiator was punctured, I was grateful that one of my classmates offered me a ride home to Lawrence, and my delay back home was only 20 minutes at the most.

You're probably like me . . pretty independent and reluctant to ask for help.  But we all know that when unpredictable things happen, and we're in a bind and need help, it stinks when no one is there for us.

Our dear Church reminds us on All Souls Day, and throughout November, that the most important thing we can do for our Catholic family is pray for the dead.  Of all the people in our family who need help right now, our friends making their final journeys to heaven, and unable to help themselves, are most in need.  Our focus on helping our neighbor next to us must never come to the detriment of neglecting those most in need of God's mercy.

Yesterday we celebrated the Church triumphant - the saints in heaven, who are rooting us the Church militant on to victory.  Today the Church militant is urged to do the same for the Church penitent . .the souls in purgatory, and not only today, but everyday, and especially throughout the book of November.  You are invited to place the names of your beloved that you are especially praying for in our Chapel Book of the Dead.

I hope you die a saint.  I hope I do too.  Let's keep working on that.  But in case we one day find ourselves in trouble, and unable to help ourselves, let us remember that we will be completely dependent upon the prayers of the Church that comes after us.  The Church in her piety recommends that we offer any and all merits and graces that we have to the souls in purgatory, or even the most forgotten souls, or to our Blessed Mother, who may dispense these merits to her children most in need.

Only if we give all our merits away to those in need, should we hope that someday a member of the Church militant family will do the same for us.

selfish coward loser

Homily
Solemnity of All Saints
1 November 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Campus Center at the University of Kansas
Daily Readings
Video

I have a sticky note on the mirror of my bathroom.  Two actually.  The first has three words - selfish coward loser.  The second is more positive.  Also three words - play to win.

The first sticky note more truly describes my life.  I wish it didn't.  But it does.  Last Sunday was priesthood Sunday, and I received from those who prayed for me in the adoration chapel at the sisters a series of notes.  The notes were awesome.  My preferred love language is words of affirmation. I love atta-boys!  So the words were super meaningful and appreciated . . and sincere.

Yet I was struck more by what the students who prayed for me didn't say.

The notes said thanks for being here.  Thanks for your preaching. Thanks for your faithfulness and sacrificial service.  And it's true . . I'm not a total schmuck . . at least I hope not.  There is a lot of goodness to my life and priesthood and I am grateful for everything that was written that is true.

But none of the notes said what I most wanted to hear . . and want I want my life most to say and mean.  None of the notes said . . thank you for showing me how to become a saint. Thank you for challenging me to be a saint.

So I have work to do.  I bet you do too.  The first sticky note on my bathroom mirror is more true than the second . . and I can admit that without hating myself or being ungrateful.  I am more of a selfish cowardly loser than one who plays to win.  I'm not the saint I was created to be.

When I became a priest I promised I would not quit until I became like my hero John Paul II.  But I lied. I've never meant to lie, but I have . . lied to myself and to God.  I've quit.  I've gotten scared.  And I've settled.  I've said too often that good enough is good enough, rather than staying true to my original dream - sainthood or nothing!  To be a hero - and saints are heroes - those who have demonstrated heroic virtue - you have to dare greatness, live a life of real consequence, engage the obstacles in your way, trust a guide, devise a plan . . and execute the plan!  Too often I've run away from conflict and been my own guide . . and settled.  And guess what . . it didn't work.  I'm not a saint . . in case you haven't noticed.

I'm not a saint . . .yet . . but now is no time to give up.  Definitely not on All Saints Day!

Halloween is great . . we get to dress up to be outwardly somebody or something we are not. Yet Halloween - All Hallow's Eve, - the night before All Saints Day - is but the precursor and vigil, to the greater celebration that follows - the opportunity to become fully human and fully alive, to become a saint!  Which is nothing less than to perfectly fulfill our destiny to grow into the perfect image and likeness of God.  Halloween is great . . but the Solemnity of All Saints is far greater . . if we dare to celebrate this outstanding feast.

The pivotal question for this week is . . what do you want more than anything in the world?  I asked this in RCIA on Tuesday, and the answers were awesome.  I want to be happy.  I want to become fully myself.  And two people wanted dogs.  So be it - man's best friend.

I repeated to the class what was on the second sticky note on my bathroom mirror - I want to play to win.  What's your answer?  What do you want more than anything in the world?

Here's a second question.  What is the most urgent and necessary thing in the world right now?  I'm going to answer it for you .. sorry!  Here's the answer . . It is for you to become a saint.  That is the most necessary and urgent thing in the world right now . . and it depends upon you.

Nobody wrote that I have dared them to become a saint. . . and for this I am sad and truly sorry.  ter.  But what about you?  For just as all the saints before us have opened up for us new and real pathways to become the saints of this generation, so with their great example and irresistible intercession for you comes the great responsibility for you to become fully human and fully alive and fully who you were created the be - the next Catholic saint. 

Once again, and always in Catholicism,  we rise and fall together, and once again we have come today to claim our common destiny, which is this - that when you embrace your call to holiness dare to walk the path that leads to real happiness, you open up a path for the person next to you.  And when you settle for being a selfish cowardly loser, you LET THE WHOLE TEAM DOWN!

Don't let the whole team down.  If I dare to enter back into the full adventure of my life, and to play to win in this Mass, will you join me?  Will you pray for me to dare greatness as I pray the same for you?

All the dreams that I have for the St. Lawrence Center - that the Lord may guide the next generation of great stories that the world so desperately needs  - that the most urgent and necessary thing might be accomplished right here right now on this holy hill, through our core values of embracing our true destiny, living in deep communion with each other, daring to stand out, and not quitting or settling until we are fully alive . . all my dreams depend on your response to the call to holiness that goes out to the whole Church today.

90% of our peers will stay away from Mass today.  Why?  I dare say it is because they have never met a saint.

Will you be the first saint that they meet?

the place where life begins

Homily
Good Friday 2018
St. Lawrence Catholic Center at the University of Kansas
30 March 2018
AMDG +JMJ +m

Daily Readings

March Madness.  KU is in the Final Four.  Simply incredible.  What a fun time to be a Jayhawk!  KU fans are out of their minds.  Even the most devout Catholics are tempted to skip the Triduum to focus instead on the big story that is the Jayhawks run to the national championship.  Admittedly, what comes next is my fault for being addicted to sports, and making no apology for it, but I've been asked countless times this week - Father, are you going to the Final Four? Give Easter to somebody else - we need you to beat Sr. Jean!  I actually think a lot of my friends expect me to skip Good Friday and the Vigil to get to San Antonio in time to root on KU.  Shame on me that they could even think that - that my love of KU basketball is greater than my love of the cross.

Even you might be thinking - there he goes again!  We are here to honor the excruciating suffering and death of Jesus Christ on the cross, and to confess that our sins crucified him - and there goes Fr. Mitchel  - all he can think about is the Final Four . . how pathetic.  Even on Good Friday he preaches about basketball.  But bear with me, I beg you.

When was KU last in the Final Four?  I bet many of your don't care, and many others have forgotten, and among those who know, the glorious victories of 2012 have faded.  2012 was just like 2018  - hardly anyone could think straight, the excitement surrounding KU was so great . . but even now, those incredible accomplishments that inspired so many back then, are slowly but surely fading away into the trivia of history.

In 2012 KU eventually lost in the national championship game - but that same year, a victory was won that was much greater than any of the victories won by that impressive Final Four team.  It is that victory, that is still mysteriously gaining strength 6 years later, that I want to focus on tonight.  I watched every KU basketball game in 2012 - I'm sure of it - but this other victory, was one I almost missed.

Does anyone remember facebook?  Yea, it was a social media craze back in 2012 . . before Snapchat.  All the cool kids were using facebook . . before it became old.  Well, I reposted a story on facebook back in 2012 that I thought would inspire people.  The headline was about an incredible 4 star basketball recruit from St. James Academy in Lenexa that was on his way to an accomplishment that millions of players can only dream of . .a scholarship offer to KU.  Yet the headline I posted was this . . Connor McCullough loses battle with cancer.  That's right.  Connor is dead.  He never played for KU.

I posted the story on facebook with the comment - rip Connor - wanting people to read about this kid but having no idea that my repost would be so offensive.  Many of Connor's friends and family hated the headline - Connor loses battle to cancer.  One particularly 'offended' friend of Connor's made this poignant comment on my post - more like Connor OWNS his battle with cancer.  Last time I checked, cancer didn't make it to heaven.

Shame on me again for not recognizing that cancer was the cross given to Connor by Jesus so that he could give his entire life - and give all of himself - even at age 17.  Me, a priest, promised to conform his life more closely each day to the mystery of the Lord's cross, had to be taught by Connor's 18 year old friend, that the cross on which all of us are called to die and give all of ourselves, is never a place of defeat, but only a place of victory.  It's never a shame for us to kiss the cross of Jesus, even as it appears on the outside to be the place of horrific torture, the triumph of evil and injustice, and the death of God.  For the cross is paradoxically always just the opposite.  Maybe you need to be taught too tonight, that the cross is never where our life ends, but is where our life truly begins.  That's why we venerate the cross with the only liturgical kiss of the year.

This year at least, many more people locally will be focused on the epic battle on the court between KU and Villanova, a Catholic school,  than on the battle between good and evil fought on the axis of the cross.  People will pour heart and soul into every play, give into every superstition imaginable, and ask the team to lay it all on the court, for a victory that indeed can and should inspire many.  Yet despite what we say, you can't actually give it all on the court, and nobody dies in pursuit of a national championship.  After every game, there is still life to live, and more to give. So just like in 2012, the glory of 2018 will fade.  Because the court is not a cross.

The glory of the cross, however, can only increase - it cannot fade..  For it is precisely at Calvary that the one who once created everything out of nothing by once sharing a piece of Himself, decided to make all things new and create everything out of nothing by giving all of Himself.  It is at the cross that Jesus gave his power to create and rule into the hands of evil men.  At the cross Jesus Himself becomes the new nothing from which everything will be created.  From the nothing of sin comes the new beginning of goodness.  From the nothing of defeat comes a victory that endures.  From the nothing of pain and suffering is created a joy that cannot be touched.  From the nothing of darkness springs a light that cannot fade.  From the nothing of the death of God, resurrects a life that can only be eternal.

Woe to us then, is we love anything more than the nothing of Christ crucified, if we do not beg him to share his cross with us so that we can quit tinkering with giving pieces of ourselves. For the cross is the only place where we too can give all of ourselves, and out of love for God and His mercy give to Him the only things we have that He doesn't have - the only things He wants and needs - our sinfulness, our weakness, and our nothingness.

Woe to us if we miss this chance tonight - woe to us if we do not kiss the cross of Jesus with the most passionate kiss of the year, the most honest kiss of our lives. For only from the nothing of the cross can come something that is eventually everything. In 2012, Connor and his friends knew this truth of the cross that I too easily forget.  The cross is never - I repeat NEVER - the place where our lives end.  It is only, and always, and truly, where our life begins.