How to Pray for Vocations

 

Introduction

Sent to open the eyes of the blind

Jesus, who the Prophet Isaiah foretold would open the eyes of the blind (Is 42: 6-7), was in Bethsaida one day, and people brought him a blind man. They begged the Lord to cure him.  First he spat on the man’s eyes, then placed his hands on them and asked, “Can you see anything now?” “Yes,” he said, “I can see people, but they look like trees walking around” (Mk 8:22-25).   So Jesus tried again and this time got it right; the man saw clearly. It’s not easy to see things right; you have to work hard at looking, and then you must not shrink from what you see.

 

On another occasion Jesus opened the eyes of a beggar at Jericho. Hearing that Jesus was passing by, he shouted out, “Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me.” Silenced by the crowd, he shouted out all the more, “Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me.” When the Lord drew near, he asked, “What is it that you want?” It was not for alms the beggar begged for but for sight. “Oh, Lord,” he cried out, “I do not see. Grant that my eyes be opened” (Mk 10:46-52). You first have to see that you don’t see in order to overcome your blindness.

 

 The classical story

The classical story of blindness is traditionally reserved for the fourth Sunday of Lent (Jn 9: 1-41). Its position in Lent implies that a good part of the sin in us calling for Lenten repentance is our blindness—our spiritual blindness. That’s a malady lodged not in our eyes but in our hearts and heads.

 

Last Sunday’s gospel about Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well, read in its entirety, rambles on. This Sunday’s gospel about the man born blind, read in its entirety, also rambles on. So the church again gives us a shortened version to read today. However, the lengthier and more rambling reading of this gospel has its plus. It builds up to an impatience which screams out, "For God's sake, can't you people see? It’s so obvious."

 

The rambling version

It was on a Sabbath that Jesus cured the man born blind. That riled up the Pharisees who were sticklers on the strict observance of the Sabbath. So they initiated a grand jury investigation. They summoned the cured man and asked, “How come you can now see?” He replied, “That man Jesus put mud on my eyes, washed it off, and now I see.”  Some of the Pharisees protested saying, “God wouldn’t give a guy who violates the Sabbath the power to work miracles.” But others asked, “How can a sinful man do something as wonderful as this?”  They were divided. Some even wondered whether the beggar had ever been blind in the first place.

 

So they dragged him off to his shabby parents and asked, “Was your son born blind?” “Yes,” they admitted. “Well, how come he can now see,” the Pharisees ask. Afraid of being kicked out of the synagogue, they were evasive and answered, “We don’t know. Ask him; he’s of age. He can speak for himself.”

 

The religious authorities again pulled the cured man off to the side for more interrogation. They weren’t going to give up until they got the answer they were looking for. It’s called truth-extraction. “Tell us again, how come you can now see?"  "My gosh, I've already told you. This man Jesus put mud on my eyes, and now I can see.” Then exasperated the man cried out, “It’s so obvious. For God’s sake, can’t you people see?”

 

The rambling story is full of the obvious. It was obvious that the man was born blind and obvious that he now saw. It was obvious, too, that the Pharisees were determined not to see the obvious. This classic story of the man born blind is not so much about a man physically blind whom Jesus cures but more about people spiritually blind whom Jesus can’t cure. The story is about spiritual blindness. That’s a malady lodged not in our eyes but in our hearts and minds. Spiritual blindness is choosing to see what we want to see and not what’s really there. Spiritual blindness is choosing not to see even the obvious, and that calls for Lenten repentance.

 

Our crisis

I am a snowbird who comes to Texas to escape two months of Wisconsin winters. Last year on a rainy dismal evening in Texas, I celebrated Ash Wednesday Mass in a little country parish. I was taking the place of the pastor whom I had never met, and who, I was told, was sickly.  And here I came limping in at the ripe old age of 79 to help the poor man out.

 

Before I came this year, I called Monsignor Rossi, Vicar General of your Archdiocese.  I told him that I would like to help out in a parish near Alvin where my sister lives and asked whether I could be of some help. I can still hear the surprise and delight in his voice.  Right off the bat he said, “Oh, you’re an answer to our prayers. One of our priests just suddenly died and isn’t even buried yet, and we do need help for the moment.” He was speaking of your beloved pastor, Fr. Bill, and of your beloved parish of St. Mary Star of the Sea.

 

 

I am in my eighty-first year. I was ordained a priest over a half a century ago in 1951 (many of you weren’t born yet). I have gone through the pontificates of Pius XII, Good Pope John XXIII, Paul VI, John Paul I (pope for one month) and John Paul II. Now in his 26th year as Pope and 85th years of his life, he is extremely beset by the infirmities of old age. And here I am again limping in at a ripe old age of 80 to relieve this crisis here at Freeport--the crisis of a priesthood dying of old age--the crisis of the shortage of priests.

 

We, the church, have a crisis on our hands, and that crisis is now almost thirty years old. Crises aren’t supposed to be left to die of old age. They are supposed to be met as challenges. Most of the time we look upon crises negatively, as when we cry out, “Oh my God, we’ve got a crisis on our hands!” But there’s an old oriental wisdom which looks upon crises positively—as a time for decision and as a moment of opportunity. As moments of opportunity, crises should be faced with a sense of innovation and adventure. Importing an 80 year old to solve the problem of a dying priesthood might be necessary for the immediate moment, but it is not a very innovative or adventurous way to solve the problem in the long run.

Our Blindness

The shortage of priests is obvious everywhere, and it is only getting worse. It’s also obvious to many of us that that shortage is man-made (like the gas shortage at our pumps), for if we work hard at looking, it becomes obvious that there is really an abundance of candidates out there wanting to be harvested for priestly ministry in the church. There are fine young men out there who want to serve the church and God’s people but who at the same time want to be husbands and fathers. It’s also obvious that it’s a great waste not to reap that abundant harvest that’s out there.

 

And for those who work hard at looking, it is also obvious that there are fine young women out there who also feel called to serve God’s people in ordained ministry. And it is obvious, at least to me, that women can do just as fine a job at it as we men do. Last year I assisted at the funeral of a woman whose son is married to a Presbyterian minister. The Rev. Sarah and I officiated at the funeral in a cemetery chapel. With great feeling, Rev. Sarah, clothed in clerical garb, did the first reading from the Book of Proverbs, Chapter 31, which sings the praises of a woman who is a good mother, wife, and manager of her household.

 

At the final commendation Rev. Sarah invited the crowd in the cemetery to draw near to the casket which was being kissed by a setting sun on a day filled with the feel of fall. It was obvious that she was doing a wonderful job at pulling everyone into a heartfelt final good-bye for her mother-in-law. And it was obvious that she liked what she was doing. As I watched attentively, I found myself exclaiming, “Gee, look how these Presbyterians have solved their crisis of ministry: they ordain women.” And I felt myself crying out at my own church saying, “For God’s sake, can’t you people see? It’s so obvious.”

 

Conclusion

How to pray for vocations

Every Mass has a dismissal, an  Ite, Missa est. The dismissal for this Fourth Sunday of Lent is, Go, the Mass is ended. Go home now and work hard at looking and then don’t shrink from what you see. Go, the Mass is ended. Go home now and heed your spouse or your children or your mothers and fathers, when they cry out at you saying, “For God’s sake, can’t you see?” Go home now and hold your holy hour for vocations this coming Wednesday, March 9 When you pray for vocations this is how you should pray: “Dear Lord, lift the veil from our eyes to see the obvious, and give us the courage to face our crisis as a wonderful moment of opportunity in which you, the Lord of the harvest (Mt 9: 9-13), is speaking to us. Amen.”   

 

The whole rambling story about the man born blind has a happy ending. When Jesus hears the man has been kicked out of the synagogue, he goes in search of him. When he finds the beggar, he wraps his arms around him and speaks these cryptic words:

 

I have come into this world

so that those who do not see might see,

and those who do see might become blind.

 (Jn 9:39)

 

 Translation:

"I have come into this world

to give sight to those who see that they don’t see,

and to indict those who are spiritually blind.