As many of you know, tomorrow will be
my 68th birthday. But it was on
a Holy Thursday night that I was actually born. I don’t believe being born on
Holy Thursday predestined me to be a priest, but it may have increased my
affection for this day, which has always been one of my favorites of the
Church’s year.
My earliest, childhood memory of Holy
Thursday is a fleeting one. The Mass was still in the morning then. I remember
the church being very crowded (as churches were in those days), and I remember
the schoolgirls in their white communion dresses solemnly walking past in the
procession at the end of Mass.
I was seven years old when Pope Pius
XII moved this Mass to evening. Once I
was old enough to walk to church on my own at night, I became very fond of this
Mass. I liked the very different way the church looked and felt at night. Of course, the Mass itself was very
grand. The celebrant, deacon, and
subdeacon all wore the finest gold vestments. The organ played and the
Sanctus-Bell rang for the Gloria,
then fell silent - replaced until Easter by a weird wooden clapper. Finally, came
the part everyone was waiting for - the procession, still with lots of
school-girls in their communion dresses, strewing flowers on the floor before
the Blessed Sacrament.
A lot has changed over the years. Still,
a time traveler joining our congregation here tonight would readily recognize
what day this is, and what we are remembering here tonight.
Remembering is, of course what this night
is all about. The church’s official liturgical books explicitly instruct us to
remember “how the Lord Jesus, loving those who were his own in the world even
to the end, offered his body and blood to the Father under the appearances of
bread and wine, gave them to the apostles to eat and drink, then enjoined the
apostles and their successors in the priesthood to offer them in turn” [Ceremonial of Bishops, 297].
These are the themes highlighted above
all in Saint Paul’s 1st Letter to the Corinthians [1 Corinthians 11:23-26], which take us
back in time to the most remembered meal in human history - Jesus’ Last Supper with his disciples on
the day before the Passover.
But
what we remember is not just some interesting thing that Jesus and his
disciples did a long time ago, but rather how that otherwise ordinary meal was
dramatically transformed by Jesus’ own words and actions into the Church’s
central sacrament – how Jesus’ Last Supper continues as a perpetual institution in the Church as the Lord’s
Supper.
For
it is not back to Jesus’ Last supper, but to the Church’s Lord’s Supper that we
return time and again. It is the Church’s Lord’s Supper, celebrating what God
has done for us, that continues to make us who we are and transform us into who
we hope to become.
So
the Church celebrates this sacrament daily, and she commands us to come
together on the 1st day of each week to remember Jesus’ words and
actions and to celebrate their continued, ongoing, transforming power to change
us.
Our
life together as Christ’s Body, the Church, centered on the sacraments we
celebrate here, is a great inheritance – an inheritance which we have received
from the apostles, passed on to us through countless generations of people like
us. Whether amid the splendor of a papal basilica or in the simplicity of a
missionary outpost, whether with the Bishop in his cathedral or with friends
and neighbors in our local parish church, this same Lord’s Supper has been
celebrated generation after generation and treasured by every generation as its
most precious inheritance – an inheritance which it is now our precious
privilege to pass on to today’s world and to tomorrow’s generations to come.
But,
if Lord’s Supper is one of the Risen Christ’s great gifts to his Church, it is
also a challenge. The four short verses we just heard from Paul’s 1st
letter to the Corinthians are part of a longer text [1 Corinthians 11:20-32] (which used to be read in
its entirety at this Mass), which highlights the Corinthians’ conflicts,
dissensions, and factions – in other words, their resistance to being changed
by the very Eucharist that they were privileged to experience together.
We hear a lot in the news about the
serious problem of inequality in our society, and we can certainly see and
experience the consequences all around us. Well back then, among those to whom
Saint Paul’s account of the Last Supper was originally addressed, all was not
well either, even among themselves. It seems that the values of secular Roman
society, with its social and class distinctions and inequalities, were making themselves
felt even within the Church community, to the point that even the celebration
of the Lord’s Supper seemed to mirror those distinctions and inequalities. Some
have suggested that perhaps the rich got better food than others did at the
community meal that in those days accompanied the Lord’s Supper, or that perhaps,
since the rich had the leisure to arrive earlier, they ate first and left
little or nothing for the others. Whatever exactly was going on, Paul’s point
was that they were missing the meaning of the Lord’s Supper and the opportunity
it offered for them to be transformed by it.
Perhaps the Corinthians couldn’t quite
help bringing the world with them to Mass, any more than we can. It is always
temptingly easy to miss the point and focus on the wrong food, as Pope Francis
reminded us on Corpus Christi a couple of years ago, when he said: “If we look around, we realize that there are so many offers of food which do not come from the Lord and
which appear to be more satisfying. Some nourish themselves with money, others
with success and vanity, others with power and pride. But the food that truly
nourishes and satiates us is only that which the Lord gives us! The food the
Lord offers us is different from other food, and perhaps it doesn’t seem as
flavorful to us as certain other dishes the world offers us. So we dream of
other dishes, like the Hebrews in the desert, who longed for the meat and
onions they ate in Egypt, but forgot that they had eaten those meals at the
table of slavery.”
So, “what about me?” the
Pope invites us to ask ourselves. “Where
do I want to eat? At which
table do I want to be nourished? At the Lord’s table? Or do I dream about
eating flavorful foods? What do I recall? The Lord who saves me, or the garlic
and onions of slavery?” So let us, the Pope suggests, recover the right memory and
“learn to recognize the false bread that deceives and corrupts, because it
comes from selfishness, from self-reliance and from sin.”
And that, I believe, is why being here together
is so important, why what happens here at this altar is so important, enabling
us to leave here different from how we came, enabling us to take something new with
us when we go back out into the world, something very different from the same
old stuff which we are so easily tempted to bring in with us from the world. As
Pope Emeritus Benedict reminded us in a recent interview, “The Christian faith
is not an idea, but a life.”
So it is no accident that we dedicate
church buildings and set them apart (even by their external appearance) from
the secular world and its activities. For the Eucharist is not some meal just
like any other, and the community it creates is not some social institution
like any other. What happens here is meant to make us in an important way
different from who we would otherwise have been, from the world we came here
from and to which we must for the time being return.
The Gospel account we just heard tells
us that the Devil had already induced
Judas to hand Jesus over. In the next scene that follows tonight’s account,
after Judas had received a piece of bread from Jesus, Satan entered him, and
Judas went out into the night. He left Jesus and the other disciples behind; he
left behind the community that could have been his, in order to commit himself
instead to Satan’s cause.
What was the piece of bread that Jesus
gave Judas? Was it the Eucharist? What a warning is there in that for us?
So too for us tonight – and every time
we come together to celebrate the Lord’s Supper - how we depart may matter much
more than how we arrive. What kind of person have I become, and what kind of
community have we become, because of what we have experienced and shared
together in this very special place? What are we taking with us from this
special place to remake ourselves and our world? What are we taking with us
from this special place to proclaim to all the world – and for all the
world - the death of the Lord until he
comes?
Homily for the Mass of the
Lord’s Supper, Immaculate Conception Church, Knoxville, TN, Holy Thursday,
March 24, 2016.
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