LENT MEDITATION, 2017
Ephesians 2: 17 - 20
17 He came and preached peace to you who were far away and peace to those who were near. 18 For through him we both have access to the Father by one Spirit.
19 Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of his household, 20 built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the chief cornerstone. 21 In him the whole building is joined together and rises to become a holy temple in the Lord. 22 And in him you too are being built together to become a dwelling in which God lives by his Spirit.
As a boy I grew up Catholic. While I have many memories
regarding my religious upbringing, one moment has been forever burned into my
mind. My parents, brother, sister and I returned home from a weekend trip out
of town to discover something horrific painted on our garage door. On the door,
painted in bright red, was a swastika, with the words “GO HOME PAPISTS” written
below it.
Having grown up in a neighborhood full of dads who fought in
World War II, I knew the meaning of that sign. Then the confusion set in, on
many levels. This was my home, so where would I go? Do people think we’re
Nazis? The name “Mooney” is Irish, so that made no sense to me. Strangely, one
thing is still clear in my mind – the red drips streaking form the words. I
remember being afraid someone had written these things with blood.
The next day, at St. Columban Catholic School, my teacher
noticed I was upset. I didn’t want to talk about it, yet she remained
concerned. She wondered if I’d like to speak with Father Murphy; I nodded. He
was always nice to me. I walked slowly to his office. He was standing at the
door as I approached, holding a small trash can.
“Good morning, Edward! What brings you to my office?” He
said with an Irish brogue woven through the words.
“I don’t know. Sister Teresa thought I should talk to you.”
I shrugged as I looked down at the floor.
“Well, it can’t be that you’re in trouble. Is something
bothering you?” He trailed off. I nodded.
“Yeah, I guess so, Father.”
Just then Mary Ann walked by – and I felt nervous. Father
Murphy must have picked up on my emotions.
“You know, I have to take this trash out to the back. Want
to walk with me a bit?” He asked. I nodded. We went through one of the doorways
nearby. It was quiet for a bit. Father did not say anything.
“Something happened yesterday, Father, when we came home
from Solvang.” I started.
“Ah, Solvang! I do like that town. Wonderful food!” He
chuckled lightly.
“Yeah, I like it, too. I got a neat flag of some country
called Denmark there.” I said, very quietly.
“Oh, Denmark is a wonderful place. But I don’t believe that
a flag of Denmark caused such a long face.” He gently touched my chin. I felt a
sob coming up.
“When we got home we saw that someone had painted a swastika
and some mean words on our garage, Father.” I blurted out. I felt myself take a
deep breath.
“Oh? What words?” He sounded more serious. He squatted down
near me and touched my shoulder. I told
him.
“Oh, Edward, those are terrible words.” Father Murphy said,
in a whisper as he arose.
“I don’t understand. Why would someone do that, Father?” I
looked directly into his eyes. He paused.
“My son, look over at the parking lot there.” He pointed as
he dumped the trash into the large bin.
“I see it.”
“What do you see there?” He asked.
“Two cars.” I answered.
Father Murphy smiled.
“I like your answer. Walk with me…” He said as we turned
around.
“Well, it’s just the way it is.” I was more confused. He stopped walking, and I followed his
example.
“You didn’t say, ‘a green car and a white car’, you saw two
cars. You saw what made them the same, not what made them different.”
“Okay, but what about the words on the garage door?” I asked
as we started walking again.
“Edward, some people focus on what brings us together as
followers of Jesus. Other people want to see how we’re not identical. Someone
in your neighborhood obviously does not want to see you as being like him.”
“So, people on my street hate me because I’m Catholic?” I
asked, with fear in my heart.
“Oh, I believe almost all of them like you just fine…” He
said as he tousled my hair. He had a big smile on his face.
“You think so?” I wanted his answer to be “yes”. Father
Murphy nodded. We arrived back outside
of his office.
“Just watch, you’ll see. Now, off to class with you!” He
squeezed my arm and I returned to my class.
Later, as my mother stopped the car in front of my house, as
we arrived home from school, I saw five or six men, with my father, painting
the garage door. I knew the other men
did not go to our church, so I was surprised.
“I guess most people do like us…” I said quietly as I
remembered the smile on the face of Father Murphy.
Today, I’m concerned that Christianity is in another time of
division. Anyone who does not believe exactly as we think is a suspect. Fear,
hate and division overpower us at times.
It is my prayer this Lent that we remember the message of
verse 19, that tells us that we are “fellow citizens with God’s people and also
members of his household.” Let us turn from division and toward that which
unites us; let us all be re-painters of garage doors. Let us see two cars, not
green ones and white ones. Let love be our guide.
Edward Mooney, Jr.
February, 2017
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