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St Paul

The scripture readings for today reflect a theme of obedience – but a loving obedience that goes far beyond the observing of God’s law simply by the way we behave. The readings for today invite us to think seriously about repentance – in Greek the word is ‘metanoia’ and it means the act of changing one’s mind

We see this change of mind demonstrated in the little parable in the Gospel reading . The first son thought better of his initial refusal to go and work in the vineyard and went and did his father’s will He changed his mind, and turned his mind (and his will) to what he should do. This is the essence of repentance. Today’s New Testament reading is taken from the letters of St Paul and he is for us a beautiful example of the extraordinary things that can result from a change of mind

Saul (as he was first known) was born in Tarsus, now in south eastern Turkey. His position was a unique one and spanned three of the main traditions of the day: he was a Roman citizen of Greek culture raised in the Jewish rabbinical tradition. He was fit to be a citizen of the world.

And yet Saul became what we might call a fundamentalist. A fanatic, even. And the principle object of his hate were the followers of Jesus, who were making some extraordinary claims about their teacher. For Saul, this challenged the basis of all that he believed. In Jerusalem, Saul’s hatred boiled over ‘he breathed murderous threats’ and even ‘dragged the followers of Jesus from their homes’.

Most frighteningly, he presided over the stoning of St Stephen the Deacon. There seemed little hope for this fiery young man to change. He was motivated by rage, and by a terrible sense of mission. This kind of figure perhaps all too familiar in our own time. Our knowledge of Paul’s history makes the later events of his life even more staggering, and demonstrates the point made in the reading from Ezekiel: God wants the sinner to change and return to His love. And it is never too late to do so in our lives.

InPhilippi, amongst a tough and potentially hostile community, Paul makes a plea for the binding and redemptive power of God’s love that he had experienced at first hand on the road. Into a Greek society of many gods, Paul brings the news of One, and an extraordinary One who had revealed himself on the way to Damascus by means of a blinding light and the words: ‘Saul? Why are you persecuting me?’

Paul gives us few details in his writing of his conversion on the road. We know from other sources that it was a direct contact with divinity, a kind of lightning strike that physically blinded him for some time. Afterwards, Paul wandered in Arabia, far from the protection of his kin and community. In a state of transition as he underwent a painful sort of rebirth, becoming Paul the Apostle. He had suffered a fundamental challenge to all that he believed, yet he knew he had also experienced the fulfilment of Jewish tradition: Jesus was the Anointed One – The Messiah.

In some senses, the Road to Damascus led Paul back to himself, to the many traditions he embodied at his birth. His mind opened to accept the truth of divine revelation. And so finally, from the prison of fundamentalism and fanaticism, Paul created the possibility of shared faith. He writes: ‘Always consider the other person to be better than yourself, So that nobody thinks of his own interests first but everybody thinks of other people’s interests instead’. In obedience, this son of a tent-maker underwent a journey that ended physically in the city of Rome with his execution, But his spiritual journey continues to unfold in our own time, since he created a canvas under which many of us could discover the love of Jesus. Paul embodied many traditions in his life. His genius was to relate the message of The Resurrection across continents and, via the new tradition he created through his journeys and his letters, across the entire world.

So as Paul demonstrates obedience is not easy. It means the submission of mind and will and that can be painful but Paul shows us today where the source of obedience is – Jesus.

Of Jesus Paul writes ‘His state was divine, yet he did not cling to his equality with God but emptied himself to assume the condition of a slave, and became as men are; and being as all men are, he was humbler yet, even to accepting death, death on a cross.’

Jesus’ loving obedience is the source of our ability to obey even when it is very difficult. That love is communicated to us as we celebrate the Eucharist today. We have turned to God, we have repented of our sins, we have listened to the word of God and now in union with Jesus we offer ourselves and our lives to God and we receive the body and blood of Jesus and within it the strength to love him and serve him – our servant King.

– Deacon Duncan Brown

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My Induction as Parish Preist

I’m wearing vestments that were made for my predecessor Fr. Seamus who was a much, much bigger man than me by a long shot, so there’s no way I can fill them as he did. There is no way that I can fill the space occupied by him when he was Parish Priest. But all the same the vestments fit me in a different kind of way. Something of Seamus remains here but things are not the same. His death brought an unexpected change and I have become part of that change. When I was his novice master I never dreamed that he would die before me, never thought that I would succeed him.

On the front and back of my chausible is the Pallottine seal with the motto “Caritas Christi Urget Nos” (The Love of Christ Urges us on). This seal is testament to our communal calling, the mission given to each of us personally and together as community.

The emotion of his passing is still strong! He is very much missed and was greatly loved here in Hastings. He touched people’s lives for the better. People tell me all the time, though I don’t think they expect me to do things as he did and I’m not putting myself under pressure to be like him. At 62 you realize that you can’t be what you’re not. I know my limitations, my unworthiness. I know that at some levels of my life I am not fit for this. But I also know the gifts that God has given me. Shankill has shown them to me, taught me how to use them.

Deacon Duncan knows I don’t care for the glory of the big occasion and in the lead-up to my induction as Parish Priest I was fairly apprehensive. I would have preferred if it could have been done in the privacy of the Bishop’s office. But Bishop Richard likes to do it in public with the parish present and Duncan is delighted because he too knows that it’s needed.

They are right of course. Becoming Parish Priest is not a private matter between the Bishop and myself. I belong to the People; we belong to each other in this ministry.

The priests of the Deanery are present as well as Fr. Luke from the Anglican Communion. Canon Tom in neighbouring St. Leonards has been a true friend to me since I came here and I felt we would be companions but it is not to be! He is being moved to a part of the diocese that is about 3 hours away from here. So, on that front God seems to be saying, “do not cling!” Only in God!

Before Mass I was asked if other Pallottines would be present or any of my family. They are not – not because they would not come, it just didn’t happen. And I conclude that in this moment the People of Hastings are both my community and my family. That is not to deny either my family or community. It’s somehow necessary that I do not cling to them, depend on them. I must stand up straight in Jesus in this community. He is the centre around whom we gather.

When I was on the Pallottine retreat for a couple of days while meditating on the woman taken in adultery from John 8, I felt myself being drawn into the person of Jesus and twice it is said of him that “He stood up straight” and I see in this the call for me to stand up straight in Jesus.

And as we come near to the time of beginning, I find myself at peace. A fine crowd has turned out and the procession enters the church to the beautiful sound of the hymn “Servant King” which I heard for the first time here in Hastings a few weeks ago:

“From heaven you came helpless babe
Entered our world, your glory veiled
Not to be served but to serve
And give Your life that we might live
This is our God, The Servant King
He calls us now to follow Him
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King”

It’s not only the choir who sing it beautifully but the whole congregation. I also asked to have the hymn, “For You Are My God” (based on Psalm 16) as the Responsorial Psalm which the choir had to learn it caught on, like an anointing. We also had some very uplifting classical Latin Hymns.

We kept the readings of the day – the first being about the rebuilding of the Temple and the gospel was the short piece where Herod is wondering who Jesus really is. There is reference to the beheading of John the Baptist which felt a little bit challenging! But the last sentence is what mattered, “He was anxious to see Jesus!”

Bishop Richard Moth confessed to his love for Canon Law and you can see the Canon Lawyer in him. He likes things done properly. But he was also very kind and fatherly towards me in the midst of the solemnity of the induction itself. And it is very solemn, awe inspiring, daunting! I’m left in no doubt as to the sacred responsibility entrusted to me, a responsibility to which I make a public commitment.

It’s almost like being ordained all over again. Anointed is what I feel. Not power, not position but an anointing like the anointing of Jesus Himself. And in the midst of this I thought of my parents and Maura looking down from heaven as witnesses.

What I feel from the People is the warmest of welcomes, a sense of true delight in them. The experience is for me like a bookend. The leaving of Shankill was like a bookend on the shelf of my life and this induction into Hastings is a bookend on that same shelf and my life is somehow held between the two. Two extraordinary blessings.

After Mass we went to the hall for food. Those who prepared it did a fabulous job and worked so hard and the atmosphere was full of joy!

When I got back to my room so filled with grace I sat for a long time and even when I went to bed I couldn’t sleep. And at one point in the midst of my wakefulness I realised that we took no photos at all! Me of all people not to have photos of such a moment in my life! The only image remaining, the only image that matters is the one imprinted in our minds, hearts and souls.

P.S One of the singers in the gallery took this one photo! Thank you!

– Father Eamonn Monson SAC (https://eamonnmonson.blogspot.co.uk/)

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Pardon in the Sand

I am the woman
Discovered undercover
Caught in the act
Exhumed from hiding
Beneath skin and flesh
The secret desirings
Of heart and mind

I am the boy
Who took refuge there
A place of escape
And safe solace
My habitual habitation

I am every one
Who exists on the outside
The other side of right

And there is nothing
That will not be revealed
In the end

And this is my end

The law abiding strong
Throng my orthodox accuser
With only one solution
The right of righteousness

I am petrified
Panic stricken stood bowed
Barely able to breathe

What will the first
Struck stone feel like?

What part of me
Will bleed and break
Before I am all blood broken
Bone splintered?

I gasp for air
For life

But God is merciful
He who alone is Good
Stands upright
Sees all that I am – ALL –
Absorbs me into Himself

He bends down
So that my bending
Now has no shame in it

And He writes my Pardon
In the sand.

Great is His Name
Amen

– Father Eamonn Monson SAC (http://emonson.blogspot.co.uk/)

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St. Catherine’s Heart

Prise open the night
The clammed shut tightness
Of  the wounded heart O God

And let Light enter
Where fear has taken hold
Timidity hiding behind the door

Cowering lest the cruel word
Should penetrate once more
Leaving it raw exposed

I will give you a new Heart
Says the Lord
The Heart pierced through
Broken open

My own strong Heart
By which you can 
Go on living

One beat
One moment
No set expectations

Faithfully
Steadfast
In Spirit

– Father Eamonn Monson SAC (https://eamonnmonson.blogspot.co.uk/)

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Waiting in the Hot Sun

It happened to me a few times in Tanzania that I got stranded when my car broke down miles away from anywhere. Fortunately I always had someone with me who could go for help while I waited with the car.

Waiting in the hot sun for hours on end is very challenging – the intense heat, the thirst, the tiredness, the not knowing when help would come. And I remember on one occasion getting back to the Mission house where there was watermelon on the table. I went for it with all the might of my thirst, devoured it and the relief it brought is something I will never forget. It was sheer grace upon the dryness of my parched throat! And when I think about the effect of God’s grace in my life, I think of watermelon, the effect of watermelon on my thirst.

So when I read today’s gospel about the men waiting to be hired (Matthew 20:1-16), my sympathy automatically goes to the men who waited or worked in the heat all day long. But especially I feel for the ones who waited – not knowing if they would get work at all and then not knowing how they would be able to feed their wife and children because they haven’t got the money to buy food. It’s the kind of pressure that many in our society face every day.

The not knowing, the uncertainty, the anxiety, the fear! And maybe even the shame of not being able! We all know these feelings at some time or other in life, at some level of life.

It may not have to do with providing on a material level – it can be spiritual, emotional, mental or moral uncertainty. It can be anxiety over your child’s education, health and future. It may be the not knowing of the sick who wait for a hospital appointment, the feeling of being left out, of not being chosen that the young sometimes experience among their peers; the sense of being forgotten that comes to older people; the uselessness experienced by the homeless.

Jesus is telling us that God feels for us in such situations. He feels the distress. He understands the heat of the day, in whatever way it comes upon us. He is always close to us in our struggles and it is through our distress that we are driven to understand our need of Him, to know that we cannot get through any of this life on our own. Our experiences of uncertainty, anxiety and fear in some ways drive us to seek God more earnestly, to thirst for Him and allow him to quench that thirst, to bring relief to our anxieties and our fears.

And so we seek the Lord now in whatever it is we are experiencing, when we think there is no way through a situation –  to understand that He always has a way, that His ways are different to our, different and infinitely better. He offers us the soothing grace of Jesus, a grace that relieves, refreshes and restores. It is what is offered when we gather together to pray at Mass or wherever two or three gather in His name. It is offered in the solitude of personal prayer! And it is never a once-off experience – we need to return to it every day.

No matter how dry or meaningless our lives appear to be, there is always hope in Jesus as Pope Francis reminds us:

“Even if the life of a person has been a disaster, even if it is destroyed by vices, drugs, or anything else—God is in this person’s life. You can, you must try to seek God in every human life. Although the life of a person is a land full of thorns and weeds, there is always a space in which the good seed can grow. You have to trust God.”

– Father Eamonn Monson SAC (https://eamonnmonson.blogspot.co.uk/)