Sunday, November 25, 2018

Priests, prophets, kings

This is my homily for today, the Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe, aka Christ the King.  The readings for today are here

We’re doing something here this morning that we seldom do at St. Edna – perhaps too seldom: we’re baptizing a child during mass today.  Little Gabriella formally becomes a citizen of the kingdom ruled by Jesus our Lord.

 “Are you the king of the Jews?”  Pilate knew very well what a king was – a king in his day perhaps not being all that different from the princes and rulers of our day.  Pilate himself was an important servant of a king, the mighty Roman emperor.  Pilate could tell us that a king was one who lived in comfort and luxury in a palace that also was a fortress to keep his enemies and his own people out.  A king and his wives and children and cronies paid for their lavish lifestyles, not with their personal wealth but with the taxes of his subjects.  A king had many servants to fulfill his every whim, and commanded mighty armies who enforced his will at the point of a spear.  A king was judge and jury, whose word was law, no matter how capricious or corrupt.  A king like the Roman emperor promoted a civic cult of his own divinity, as though he was of a different order than the people he ruled.

And a king’s throne was only wide enough to seat one person; only one could be king at a time.  To have two kings was to have rivalry and division and war.  “Are you the king of the Jews?” when the Emperor already was king of the Jews, was a question that could not be answered “Yes”, if one hoped to live.

“My kingdom is not of this world”. In his reply to Pilate’s questioning, Jesus is telling Pilate: ‘If you understood what it means to be a king in the kingdom of heaven, your head would explode.  My kingdom contradicts everything you think you know about kings.  In my kingdom, kings live among the farm laborers and fishermen and widows.  In my kingdom, kings don’t wall themselves off; they actively go out among their people, seeking those who are lost, curing those who are ill, bringing sight to those who are blind, and hope to those who despair.  In my kingdom, a king doesn’t impoverish his subjects by extracting ruinous taxes from them; instead, a king not only gives his shirt to one in need, but his cloak as well.   In my kingdom, a king is not one who makes war, but one who brings peace.

‘And in my kingdom, there are many thrones, and many kings.  Indeed, everyone who is baptized into citizenship in my kingdom is an exalted person; each and every one is priest, prophet and king.’

Allison and Phil, this is the kingdom of which little Gabriella is about to become a citizen this morning: Jesus’s kingdom.  Fr. Rodolfo asked you a few minutes ago, “Do you clearly understand what you are undertaking?”.  It’s an important question, because for disciples of Jesus, for citizens of his kingdom, there is no halfway membership.  Citizenship demands, not only of our children, but of us as parents and godparents, that we let go of the temptations and lures of this world, and commit to Jesus’s kingdom, where everything seems backward and upside down to this world: where being greatest of all means being least of all, where the crown is a crown of thorns and the throne is a cross of wood.  Phil and Allison, you’re undertaking to teach Gabriella that it is better to give than to receive, that it is better to serve than to be served, that to whom much is given, much is expected.  You’re undertaking to teach her to forgive, not just once but seventy times seven, and that we need to love our neighbors every bit as much as we love ourselves, and that we even need to love our enemies.
 

Allison and Phil, that’s what you’re getting yourself into by being the parents of this precious girl standing on the threshold of Christianity, this incipient little citizen of the kingdom where Jesus rules, this tiny one who is about to be wrapped in the sacred garment of the priest, the mantle of the prophet, and royal robe of the king, here in this place filled with other priests, prophets and kings, and watched over by saints and angels, including her own guardian angel.  Phil and Allison, if you’re ready to say yes to all this, then let’s get Gabriella baptized. 

1 comment:

  1. How nice! A joyful and serious delineation of Catholic duties for parents and godparents. We never have baptisms during Mass, though recommitment of marriage vows often occur in the Saturday night Mass.

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