Burial homily
for Laszlo Nagy,
A Weeping
Cardiologist
Introduction
A prodigal
son
The
Good Samaritan is the mother of all parables. After that comes the parable of
the Prodigal Son. It’s the old story of the journey of all our lives—a journey
which twists and turns. In the parable the younger of two sons grabs his share
of the inheritance and takes off for a foreign land. There he gets lost
squandering his money and himself on this and that. He finally comes to his
senses and return to the house of his father. On arriving home his father
greets him with much relief, affection and forgiveness. The father says to his older
son, who’s jealous now because of the attention given his renegade brother, “Let’s
rejoice and celebrate because this brother of yours and this son of mine was
lost, and now we’ve found him. Let’s rejoice and celebrate especially because
this brother of yours and this son of mine, who was lost, has finally found
himself.
The two parts
of his life
Mr.
Nagy’s life was divided into two parts, the one part when he was lost, and the
other part when he had found himself. Mr. Nagy’s life was divided into two
parts, the one part when he was looking for someone, and the other part when
finally he found the one he was looking for. Mr. Nagy’s life was divided into
two parts, the one part when his name was Louie, and the other part when his
name of Lazslo—the name given him by the one he finally found.
A stern wedding homily
These
two poor church mice, Mr. Nagy (who was still Louie at the time) and Elizabeth,
were bonded together in holy matrimony on
He
didn’t need any scolding from me at all. He had found the one he was looking
for, and he was superabundantly ready to do her justice. In the pursuing
twenty-five years he did her supreme justice, and she, in turn, did the same
for him. It was truly a marriage forged in heaven. For twenty-five rich and
beautiful years they showered each other with”honey bunch this and honey bunch that.”
Not the “honey” that some married couple use to cover up the fact that their
marriage has gone sour. The “honey bunch” of these two was the real thing. And
when it’s the real thing the pain of loss is quite mountainous.
They
called everybody else “honey” as well, and everybody got to love them. In
recent years Laszlo and Elizabeth made many trips to the hospital. Nurses,
technicians, scrub ladies, surgeons and specialists got to know them well and
love them very much.
Early the morning after the day Laszlo died, the cardiologist (a specialist in
the human heart) called
Conclusion
Be strong
With
time these two poor church mice prospered and built themselves a palace in