Thirty-First Sunday in Ordinary Time 'B'

Sunday November 5, 2006

We are called to radical love. I don’t know about you, but that’s a stretch for me!

Once upon a time I met a middle-aged man — a professed atheist — who was engaged to be married to a young woman — a professed Roman Catholic of the parish in which I was pastor.

Our conversation was not about his religious convictions or lack thereof but about their marriage plans. Indeed, they were a very ‘engaging’ couple and I rather enjoyed our exchanges. It had been several years since I met a real live atheist. I curbed my curiosity to know what brought him to the conviction there is no God. I think he was also curious to know how I could maintain my commitment to a structured ministry in a very dogmatic institution. In any event, curiosity got the best of us and our conversation eventually turned to the ‘whys’ and ‘how-comes’ of our very divergent convictions and points of view.

Notwithstanding his sincerity I confess my doubt now, years later, about the authenticity of his atheism. He was an altruistic, caring person, committed to his profession as a high school teacher. Perhaps he read too much of Richard Dawkins, the world-renowned atheist of Oxford.

This notwithstanding, I think he also saw the human side of church ministry and experienced through our conversations the internal flexibility behind the rather stoic façade of the Church. It was in fact our conversation and the sharing of a several life stories that lowered the wall of disbelief and lifted the veil of doubt and misunderstanding he about me and I about him.

He did not become a believer but he did move to the next stage. He became an agnostic. Perhaps it was just another step on a long journey. I suspect he may have been exposed to hard-nosed Bible belt religion in his youth by overbearing teachers, pastors, or parents or by all of these! Then again, he may have been exposed to some of the legalistic hypocrisy characteristic of some Catholics—present company excluded of course. We do have our own brand of warts.

In fact, I think the greatest proofs for the existence of God come from not from theology manuals and catechisms but from real life stories about divine love in human form. The extraordinary love of one human being for another is the strongest proof of the existence of God. With good reason, Christians claim Jesus as the paradigm of divine love in human form.

Not long ago, I came across this powerful story in a dated copy of Weavings, a journal of the Christian Spiritual Life published by the ‘Upper Room.’ It’s about a federal prison chaplain, Father Paul Jones, whose ministry to death row prisoners led to his encounter with God in the death chamber. I was deeply moved by his account of two brothers named Tommy and Robert. They had robbed an elderly couple that Robert brutally and inexcusably murdered. Though Robert was guilty of the murder, he testified against his brother. Tommy was convicted and sentenced to death by lethal injection.

The description of their weekly meetings and the awareness that someone else, other than the prison guards and other prison personnel was in that room on death row had a radical effect on Tommy and the Father Paul. Both were converted in the process —Tommy to belief in God, Paul to mercy. “In you O Lord, justice and mercy meet!” (Psalm 84) Tommy, guilty of the brutal robbery, innocent of the brutal slaying — an indelicate distinction, to be sure — went to his death a believer. Father Paul asked himself if he could have taken his place if that possibility were offered. Then he realized someone already did—Jesus.

The readings this weekend are about this kind of radical love — the love between God and humanity, the love between a death-row prisoner and a chaplain.

The Scribe asked Jesus what he must do to gain everlasting life, to which Jesus responded, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind and with all your strength; “ and “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”

Both Tommy and Paul were truly obedient to the Word of God [the word obey comes from the Latin word, ab-audire, i.e., to listen] and listened with all their heart and both were liberated from false gods and the oppression of disbelief.

But the powerful witness of the Amish families that epitomizes what the risk of loving radically can do to an entire community, and perhaps to an entire nation surpassed the story of Tommy and Father Paul recently. Even the often sometimes-cynical media were awestruck by the story.

Hopefully, you and I will never have to face the challenge of such radical love but you can be sure it is ultimately only love that can heal the wounds of time. It is the love that is celebrated at this table every day. Though often beyond our grasp, it is the love to which we aspire day in and day out.

In the words of one commentator and homilist, William Higgins in his “Reflections: The First of all the Commandments—a Call to Communion: “To love this way is to be alive with God’s life and to love the way God loves. This act of God commanding wholehearted love is God’s way of affirming our value. If we are called to this kind of love, God’s kind of love, it is because we are capable of this kind of love. If this is our duty it is also our dignity, that which lifts us above all other creatures around us in the world. What a privilege, what power the first and greatest commandment bestows on us. It is, indeed, a call to communion in the very life and love of God.”


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