Happy Epiphany!
Fr. David Barnes • January 3, 2024
Dear Friends in Christ,
Fr. Sijo and I wish to thank all of you who extended so many kindnesses to us during these days of Christmas. We are very grateful for the many ways that you expressed your love toward us.
I know I have mentioned it several times already, but I am still deeply moved and grateful that so many parishioners came to confession in the days leading up to Christmas. In that week before Christmas, Fr. Sijo and I heard confessions for a total of about sixteen hours. Hearing confessions is both exhausting and life-giving. At the end of all of those confessions, I thought, “This is why I became a priest.”
When I was a boy, I attended Sacred Heart School in North Quincy where I was taught by the Sisters of St. Joseph. Every morning before school, after we said our prayers, we sang some Catholic hymn. After lunch, after we said our prayers, we would sing some patriotic hymn. We also sang every day during music class. (I thought that it must be a requirement for every nun to own a pitch pipe.) Additionally, we sang in parish variety shows and we sang around a piano or guitar whenever people gathered together. Singing has a way of expressing unity with one another.
I like at Mass each week when it comes time to say the “Our Father,” to hear all of you pray together. I almost always whisper that prayer so that I can enjoy hearing the whole congregation pray together. In that moment, you can hear and feel the unity. That is a good thing.
There are some parts of the Mass where a choir or cantor might be the only voice heard, but there are other times when we should all sing. That singing is an expression of our unity together. Could I ask you to step up your singing game? You don’t have to be Pavarotti to sing “Holy God We Praise Thy Name.” It would be good if the cantors could “lead” us in song, but not “replace” us in song. So, if you’re not singing, can you give it a shot? Yes, I’m talking about the men too! Singing elevates our worship of God and helps us to express and deepen our own unity with one another. It also breaks us away from the notion that the congregation is the audience during Mass. The only audience during Mass is God. The rest of us – priests, deacons, servers, readers, cantors, musicians, and congregants – are there to render worship to God.
Each Sunday when we enter into church, let us echo the words of the Magi, “We have come to worship him.”
Happy Epiphany!
Your Brother in Christ,
Fr. David Barnes
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The other evening I was sitting out on the front porch of the rectory and Lich, our seminarian from Vietnam joined me. Out of the blue, he asked me, “Do you look at the moon?” I wasn’t exactly certain what he was asking and thought maybe something got lost in the translation. He went on to say how when he was little, the village where he grew up had no television, no internet, no smartphones etc. So, after they’d go to the village church for evening prayers, he and the other children would just sit on the church steps and look at the moon. He was laughing and saying, “There was nothing else to do!” He said as he got a bit older, one home got a black and white television set so instead of looking at the moon, after prayers, they’d go to the front of their home and watch their television through the window. It reminded me of something my mother has long recounted. When she was a little girl, living in a triple-decker in Boston, her aunt and uncle bought a small television set. At one point they brought her Nana (who was born in rural Italy in 1884) up to see it. They turned it on and Nana said, “Questa è la fine del mundo.” “This is the end of the world.” In a sense, Nana was a bit of a prophet! Technology itself is a tribute to the human person’s ingenuity and provides extraordinary benefits to us. I am glad I am typing this letter to you on my computer rather than handwriting it. (You should be glad too as my penmanship teacher, Sr. Conan, would attest.) The extraordinary advances in medical, transportation, and communication technologies–to name a few–-make our lives so much better. Technologies, however, develop so rapidly that it is difficult for us to learn how to use them. By that, I mean, that it is difficult for us to learn how to use them in a way that is healthy for us. So absorbed are we in the latest technologies that we can forget that right over our head is . . . the moon. We can forget that right in the same room as us is another person; a husband, a wife, a child, a father, a mother, a friend. All of us should exercise a certain dominion over the technologies in our life. We used to sit on the porch, look at the moon, and converse because there was nothing else to do. Was life worse then? During the past couple of weeks it has been great fun watching the World Cup. Because of technology, we are able to see peoples from all over the planet, play, spectate, and meet one another. It’s been great fun in the rectory where the priests and seminarians have watched a lot of matches together. This shows that technology also has the capacity–when we choose to–to bring people together. This weekend we commemorate the Fourth of July, the 250th anniversary of our Nation’s founding. On the day when we recall the beginning of a revolution that changed the world, altered history, and gave birth to an extraordinary country, most will have celebrated by doing something rather boring. They will have put some hamburgers and hot dogs on a grill, put out potato salad, played some games, perhaps watched a World Cup match, and looked up at the sky to see fireworks. And they will love it! Chances are, anybody who does spend the day like that will be thinking, “We should do this more often.” Don’t forget that we can do it more often. We can actively opt for that simpler way of life that we occasionally catch glimpses of and that stir within our souls a memory of what can easily slip away from us. On Sunday mornings, for example, when I see parents bringing their children to Mass, I catch a glimpse of that simpler way of life. When I see these families arriving for Mass, something in my heart leaps because I know I am witnessing something that is true, good, and beautiful. Is Mass always an exhilarating, action-packed adventure that is fun for kids from ages one to ninety-nine? No, it’s not. Is sitting down at a family dinner necessarily more thrilling and exciting than a video game? No. Does spending time in prayer each day provide that immediate “thrill” and the immediate gratification that can come from online gambling, pornography, and video games? No. And yet, within each of us is the inexhaustible desire to look up, to look up together. Within us is a desire to look up together and to discover, not the moon, but rather the Face of the One who looks down upon us with Love. This path does not string us along with a never-ending series of dopamine blips that leaves us emptier than before. This path is one that carries us along together. It helps us to live a more human existence, an existence that corresponds to that desire of our heart to live life as the adventure it truly is. It is an adventure marked by child-like wonder. Jesus himself teaches us, “Unless you turn and become like little children, you will not enter the Kingdom of God” (Mt:18:3). We used to look up because, “There was nothing else to do.” Now, we have to choose to do it. “If then you were raised with Christ, seek what is above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Think of what is above, not of what is on earth” Col 3:1-2). None of us will ever say at the end of our life, “I wish I spent more time in my life staring at my phone.” Look up. In Christ, Fr. David Barnes
