The Obedience Before Us

 

To the church in the diaspora[1]

& to the church of the unchurched

February 4, 2007, Firth Sunday of the Year

Isaiah 6: 1-2a, 3-8     I Corinthians 15:1-11    Luke 5: 1-11

 

Introduction

Poor fishing on the Sea of Galilee (Lk 5:1-11)

One day Jesus was close to shore in Simon Peter’s boat on the Sea of Galilee[2] and was teaching the crowd. Then he ordered Peter to launch off into the deep and let his nets down for a catch. Peter complained that he and his partners had worked all night and hadn’t caught a thing. But he obeyed Jesus anyway. He launched off and dropped his nets. Scripture says “they caught such a great number of fish that their nets were about to break.”  That miraculous catch had Peter falling to his knees and exclaiming, “Depart from me, Oh Lord, for I am a sinful man.” He was, indeed, a sinful man who would deny his Lord three times (Lk 22: 54-62). Despite his avowal of sinfulness (and perhaps because of it) Jesus said to Peter, “Do not be afraid. From now on I will make you a fisher of men” (Lk 5: 1-11). “Fisher of men” is the New Testament’s expression for people appointed to the mission of bringing followers to Jesus.

 

 Poor fishing again (John 21: 1-19)

When things calmed down after Jesus’ crucifixion the apostles went back to fishing for a living. One day Peter and his partners were fishing again on the Sea of Galilee, and again the fishing was poor.  Then the risen Lord appeared to them from the shore, but the Apostles didn’t recognize Jesus.  He yelled out to them, “Hey, lads, have you caught anything to eat?” They yelled back, “Not a thing.” Then the risen Lord ordered them saying, “Cast your net on the right side of the boat, and then you will catch something.” They obeyed, and again there was a catch so big as to seem miraculous. To be exact, they caught 153 fishes (Jn 21: 11).

 

We wonder who in the world took the time to count the fish and remember the exact number. We wonder also what’s so important about that exact number that it came to be recorded in the written gospel. St. Jerome of the fourth century makes the interesting observation that ancient zoologists calculated the number of different kinds of fish in the sea to be 153. So the number is symbolic for a mighty large catch. It was so large as to appear miraculous, and Peter recognized the risen Lord in it. Lightly clad, Peter tightened the tunic about his waist, jumped into the water and swam ashore to greet the risen Lord (John 21: 1-19).

Our crisis

Twice Scripture says that the heart of Jesus was moved with pity for the people because they were like sheep without a shepherd (Mk 6: 34; Mt 9: 36). If Jesus looked with pity upon crowds without  shepherds to lead them, with what pity would Jesus look upon the Catholic people today who daily are becoming more and more sheep without shepherds.  We have a crisis on our hands—a critical shortage of fishers of men—a critical shortage of priests.

 

When winter hits Wisconsin with a vengeance, I have the luxury of escaping deep into the heart of Texas as a snowbird. One winter I celebrated an Ash Wednesday Mass in a little country parish of St. Anthony. I was taking the place of the pastor whom I had never met. I was told that he is sickly and actually says Sunday Mass sitting on a high chair in front of the altar.  And here I was, a spring chicken of 79 years, limping in to help the poor old man. We have a shortage crisis on our hands, and band-aids won’t solve it.

 

Another winter, I called the Vicar General of the Houston-Galveston Archdiocese.  I asked whether I could be of some help in a parish near Alvin, Texas, where my sister lives (also the hometown of the famous pitcher, Nolan Ryan). 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 suddenly died and isn’t even buried yet, and we do, indeed, need help for the moment.” He was speaking about a beloved pastor named Fr. Bill and about a parish in a little blue-collar town named Freeport on the Gulf of Mexico. Here again I was limping in at a ripe old age of 80 to help. We have a shortage crisis on our hands, and band-aids won’t solve it. 

 

The crisis is not only in Texas but right here in Milwaukee. Last year the pastor of three churches (which had to cluster together and assume the strange name of the Church of the Three Holy Women) became the pastor of yet another church: Old St. Mary’s. Fr. Hans Küng, Swiss German Catholic theologian, in his little volume Why I Am Still a Christian, speaks to this crisis when he writes, “I cannot believe that he who said `I have compassion on the crowd,’ [who were like sheep without a shepherd] would have increasingly deprived congregations of their pastors and allowed a system of pastoral care built up over a period of a thousand years to collapse.”  He was speaking to our priest shortage crisis and to our band-aid method of fixing it by clustering parishes.

 

Crisis: a moment of opportunity

An oriental wisdom sees a crisis as a moment of opportunity. God be praised for our priest shortage! It’s a great moment of opportunity.  Our crisis forces us to ask pared-down and bare-boned questions about the priesthood--questions we would never have thought to ask in days past when priests abounded.  

 

Questions like, When the priestly people searches for a head, what should they look for? Should they look for an administrator to get things done? Should they look for a doctrinist to tell us what the church’s teachings are? Should they look for a legalist to tell us what the church’s laws are? No! None of the above. When the priestly people searches for a head, should they look for a celibate to remind us of the superiority of non-sex over sex, or for a male to remind us this is a man’s world? No! None of the above. When the priestly people searches for a head, should they look for a saint? No! Not even for a saint! When the priestly people go in search of a head they must search not for an administrator or doctrinist or legalist or celibate or male or even for a saint. They must search for a priest, and the crisis before us now forces us to ask a pared-down and bare-boned question: What, at the end of the day, is a priest in the first place?  

 

I’ve had a good fifty years to think that over. The answer which I have now I wish I would have had 50 years ago.  But life doesn’t work that way. Life is always a slow and painful journey into wisdom.  Over fifty years I’ve cleared away the misconceptions, the fantasies and the clutter about priesthood and have finally chiseled out for myself a more mysterious answer befitting the mysterious reality of priesthood.

Good at mystery

To begin with, a priest, I now see after fifty years, is someone who is especially good at mystery. God is mystery.  A priest is one who is good at mystery. A priest is especially one who does not have God down pat and does not have all the answers. A priest is one who recognizes that we do not know. He, therefore, thwarts the desire of many people who want a certain and comfortable list of things to believe in and do in order to curry favor with the Ultimate Judge. 

 

Again, a priest is one who is good at mystery. Mystery is the more-than-meets-the-eye dimension that is scattered periodically along life’s journey. That dimension is perceived by those who are attuned to it. Good at mystery, the priest raises bread and wine at the elevation of the Mass and plausibly claims that there’s more-here-than-meets-the eye. He plausibly claims that what we see is not bread and wine but the body and blood of the Lord. That moment of elevation is Sabbath rest from the fatiguing non-mystery that wears down the Sunday assembly all week long with its constant beat that what they see is all there is.

 

Good at poetry

Now when you're good at mystery ("the-more-than-meets-the-eye") then you're also good at poetry ("the-more-than-meets-the-ear”). A priest, I now see after fifty years, is one who is also good at poetry. Poetry is the language of mystery.  Years ago, as a young priest, I read the words of Karl Rahner that, "The perfect priest is perfect poet." I liked what he said, but at that time I didn't know what it meant. I do now.  He's absolutely correct: a perfect priest is a perfect poet.

 

In the Sunday assembly a priest gives thanks in the Spring Preface for the sun that warms our mother the earth and calls forth the bloom from the tomb of winter. In summer at the preface of the Mass he gives thanks for the sun that lengthens the day and tans our mother the earth with rolling field of hay.  In fall he gives thanks for the apple and the pumpkin--God bounty gathered into bins against the long winter night.  In winter he gives thanks to the Father for the Son born for us so that we might wildly know that mercy blankets all the land more surely than the snow. A priest is good at poetry. He is good at using words which say more than what they say. 

 

Good at ecstasy

A priest, now I see after fifty years, is one who is also good at revelation. Revelation comes from the Latin revelare--to lift a veil--to draw back a curtain. When the curtain is drawn back, we get a glimpse at the other side. With a glimpse of the other side comes ecstasy. The priest, in fact, is good at ecstasy. He helps the Sunday assembly to rise to the highs of Mt. Tabor. That’s the mountain of the Transfiguration, which has Peter, James, and John crying out in ecstasy, “Oh how good it is for us to be here! [Let’s dig in and stay up here forever]” (Mt 17:1-8; Mk 9:2- 8; Lk 9:28-36). Though the Sunday assembly cannot dig in but must get off Mt. Tabor and descend again into the valley of real life and into the work-week ahead, the priest (who’s good at ecstasy) has the assembly determined, by gum, to come back to Mt. Tabor next Sunday.

 

Good at tragedy

Finally, a priest, now I see after fifty years, is one who is particularly good at the tragic dimension of human existence with its disasters, tragedies and long and painful illnesses which eventually carry off the ones we love. In tragedy a priest is good not with hollow words that try to excuse the inexcusable God, nor with pretentious words that try to explain away the unexplainable God.  Rather, the priest is one who is good simply at wordlessly walking us through the tragic. He is one who is good not at taking away our grief away but simply standing quietly beside it as the Stabat Mater, Mary, stood beside her dying son.

The solution: obedience

Jesus commanded the apostles in the gospel today to launch off into the deep and cast their nets. Though they had fished all night on the Sea of Galilee and hadn’t caught a thing, they obeyed. They launched off into the deep, cast their nets and caught so many fish their nets were tearing (Lk 5:1-11).  Again when the apostle were fishing on  the Sea of Galilee all night long and hadn’t caught a thing, the risen Lord appeared to them and commanded them to cast their nets out on the right side of the boat. They obeyed and made a marvelous catch of “153” fish (John 21: 1-19).

 

The solution to the priest shortage—the shortage of fishers of men--is obedience to Jesus who commands us to be not afraid but to launch off into the deep when fishing for fishers of men. Jesus commands us to cast our net on the right side of the boat, for we are fishing on the wrong side. We are fishing on the wrong side of the boat when we spend our energy looking for one who is a male, a celibate and even a saint. We are fishing on the right side of the boat when we spend our energy looking for nothing less than a priest—one who is good at mystery, poetry, ecstasy and tragedy.

 

Conclusion

The blessed crisis before us

The solution to the priest shortage is obedience to voice of the Lord speaking to us in the terrible crisis before us. In our crisis we find ourselves often praying “for young men who will be generous enough to devote their lives to the priesthood.”  It might be more profitable to pray for a church which will be courageous enough to launch off into the deep and lay hold of the opportunity wrapped up in the blessed crisis before us.



[1] Diaspora is a Greek word meaning dispersion. Originally it referred to the settling of scattered colonies of Jews outside Palestine after the Babylonian exile. It’s now come to mean the migration or scattering of a people away from an established or ancestral homeland or parish.

 

[2] Called also  the Sea of  Tiberius or Lake Gennesaret