The Fourth Sunday of Easter [B]
Acts 4:8-12 ¾ 1 John 3:1-2 ¾ John 10:11-18
April 29, 2012
“See what love the Father has bestowed on us
that we may be called the children of God.” [1 John 3:1]
This homily is for a Mass celebrated before Prom,
preached to local high school students.
This homily is for a Mass celebrated before Prom,
preached to local high school students.
Most of us, when we’re in high school, want space. We want a healthy distance between our own selves, and others: most especially, those “others” called parents. Are any of your parents going to be at the dance tonight? If they are, are you going to dance with them? Are they going to chauffeur you and your date to and from the prom? Wouldn’t that be great if they did? Probably not. We want our space, and some days, the more, the better.
There are many reasons why we want space between our selves and our parents. Some of these reasons are positive, and some are negative. Some are because of a natural need to grow, while others are because of a selfishness rooted in Original Sin. On the positive side, part of the natural need to grow is the need to make a name for oneself: not just my last name, but my whole name, the name that makes me an individual. I’m not just the third of five Seiler children. I’m not just Jim and Mary’s daughter. I have a name that is mine alone, and which makes me unique. That’s what space affords each of us: the opportunity to be unique.
One particular reason why we might want space between our own selves and our parents is because we don’t feel like we can be our real self around our parents. Our parents’ expectations sometimes feel like a straightjacket, keeping us from being who we want to be. When we are around our parents, we make sure to act a certain way, according to all the rules they’ve taught us. But when we’re around our friends, we act differently: we act how we want to act. Our friends are our equals, while our parents are above us.
Am I trying here to criticize parents, or praise friends? Neither. We need both, even though it’s easier to appreciate our friends, at least in the short term. In the long term, we tend to appreciate our parents even more than our friends, not in spite of, but because of the expectations that they challenge us to live up to. I’m sure some if not most of us have read one of the books of Mark Twain, whose writings are so well liked because he was from the Midwest, and was honest in the way that Midwesterners are. At the mid-point of his life, Mark Twain said, “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he’d learned in seven years.”
The Holy Bible may not seem as humorous as Mark Twain, but it’s infinitely more profound. Hold up Mark Twain’s words side-by-side with the words of St. John the Apostle from our Second Reading: “See what love the Father has bestowed on us[, so] that we may be called the children of God.” St. John, often called the “Beloved Disciple”, clearly means it as a compliment to say that “we may be called the children of God.” But when we’re on the path that heads to adulthood, it might not seem a compliment to be called a child, even a child of God. To be called a child, when every goal in life is meant to move us forward towards the freedom, independence, and space that adulthood offers, seems like a step backwards.
But you yourselves are not the only ones who want you to move forward to adulthood. After Mass today as your family takes photos of you and your date, your mother may shed a tear or two, and if you listen closely, you might hear her say, “My little baby is all grown up.” But today, of course, is nothing compared to the pride your parents will feel on the day of your graduation (for some of you, just a few weeks from now). This stretch of your life—in between childhood and adulthood—is full of milestones, and your family, your teachers and administrators, your parish: all of them take pride in the accomplishments by which you take one step after another closer to adulthood.
Why, then, drag you backwards? Why would the Church want you to step backwards by being “called the children of God”? Aren’t God’s expectations even higher and harder to follow than your parents’? Doesn’t being God’s child mean losing the chance to make your own decisions, and having your life carved out for you with the uniformity of a cookie-cutter? For example, have you ever met the nuns in Wichita called the Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary? Did you notice how they all dress alike? They live in the same house, get up at the same time, and eat the same thing for supper every evening. Isn’t this what it means to be a child of God: to take orders from someone else instead of leading your own life? to be like everyone else, instead of being unique?
If you believed, and thought, as the world that surrounds us does, you might believe and think that. But you are a Christian. A Christian doesn’t search for the meaning of things in appearances. The meaning of things lies below the surface. It’s not in how you dress, or what you eat, that your life will reveal its meaning to you.
When you pray, look at a crucifix. There, as He sacrifices for you His Body and Blood, what is He wearing? His clothes were torn from His Body, and sold for money. What did Jesus have to eat? They only gave Him vinegar. But Jesus did not give those things even a moment’s notice, because the meaning of what He was doing, hanging from the Cross, lay below the surface, in His mind and His Heart. In His Heart and mind, He carried the desire to sacrifice His life for you.
Maybe that sounds lofty. Maybe that doesn’t seem related to your life. But if you are the child of God, and to the extent that you live as the child of God, your life will continue to grow in depth and meaning, and you will experience peace and joy.







