Sunday, July 16, 2017

FIFTEENTH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME
16 JULY 2017

          The parables of Jesus are incredible teaching tools, because they tell stories which people readily understand.  In today’s parable of the sower and the seed, he speaks to those who are familiar with agricultural methods in his day.  They know the dynamic of sowing seed into the ground.  But there is always a twist in his parables to get their undivided attention.  The twist in this parable involves the sower scattering seed everywhere.  Seed was precious, and no farmer would risk throwing seed on hardened footpaths, or on rocky ground, or among thorn bushes.
            But God’s Word is spread everywhere, and I’ve seen various reactions of people to that Word over my 43 years as a priest.  Some people cannot accept God’s Word, because their hearts are so hardened that the Word cannot penetrate.  Others accept God’s Word initially with joy.  We see this in RCIA.  Newly baptized and newly received Catholics are enthused about their faith.  But unless there is a spouse, a closely related sponsor, or some kind of connection to the parish, odds are good that they will not pursue the faith.  Others begin as committed Catholics.  But, engaged in travel teams or other priorities, they stop coming to Sunday Mass, and they drop off.  But I have also seen lots of people who have the open hearts of rich soil and have allowed that Word to take root in their lives.  A farmer at the time of Jesus would have been delighted with a yield of tenfold.  Jesus promises a yield of a hundred or sixty or thirtyfold.
            Through my long friendship with Father Larry Kanyike, I have seen the incredible yield of faith in the people of Uganda.  Beginning with the martyrdom of Saint Charles Lwanga (pictured on our Triumphal Arch) and his companions in the 19th century, the faith in Uganda has definitely taken root.  When we traveled to Father Larry’s parish five years ago, Mike Wargo, Eric King, my nephew Ben, and I witnessed the vitality of that faith.  Thousands of parishioners waited for hours for the dedication of their new church, and most of them stood in the hot sun and listened to the Liturgy from loud speakers set outside.  In addition to the new church at the center of the parish, there are four outstations where Mass is celebrated every Sunday, since most parishioners must walk to Mass.  His parishioners were profoundly grateful for the assistance we gave in building their church.  The soil of their hearts is very rich, and the yield is obvious.
            But they live in a Third World country, and they are very poor in material possessions.  A recent drought has caused starvation in a country normally verdant with vegetation.  That is why Father Larry has sought our help so often.  Through our generosity, he has constructed a health clinic for his parishioners.  We helped build his church, restored his rectory, and paved the road in front of the church and school.  Father Larry would have been here this weekend, but he could not get a visa.  So, I am asking for your help on his behalf.
            When we were there five years ago, the poor condition of his parish school was evident.  You can check out the pictures in today’s bulletin and investigate the display in the back of church.  There is also a video on our website.  With our help, Father Larry can provide a much healthier facility for his school children.  Buildings in Uganda are very simple and utilitarian.  Labor and material costs are much less than what we have here.  Because of the climate, there is no need for heating or air conditioning.  They still use outhouses. 

            There are envelopes at the ends of all the pews.  If you are prepared, you can take one now, make a contribution, and place it in the basket with your sacrificial gift.  If you need more time or information, take the envelope home, study the materials, and bring it back next Sunday.  In Father Larry’s name, thank you!  Hopefully, he will receive his visa and be here to thank all of us in person before the end of the summer.

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