Derek and Michelle: Something Beautiful for God

A wedding homily is very different from marriage itself. A marriage should be long and lovely, but a homily should be short and sweet.

I’m afraid there’s not much chance of a short homily at this wedding. Michelle and Derek, you have chosen texts from Scripture that have spoken deeply to your hearts, and I know you want them to do the same in our hearts today.

But before I say a few words about these beautiful readings, I really have to say how happy I am to be here—deeply happy, honoured and delighted. And I know Father Paul feels the same. Father Dennis does not know you as well as we do, but he also shares our joy in witnessing the marriage of two seriously committed Christians.

At first I was a bit concerned about this match—Derek does my taxes and Michelle is paid by my taxes, so I thought there might be a conflict of interest. But when I got my usual refund in April I was reassured.

I am also happy for all of you here, because I know that you’re gathered not as spectators or guests, but as family. Many of you are members of the Gaudet or Mercurio families; many belong to that great extended family of CCO; all of you are part of the network of faith and love that embraces Michelle and Derek today.

I’m sure most of us caught some of the wonderful TV coverage of Pope Francis’ visit to the States last month. My favourite moment was his off-the-cuff remarks on the Saturday night in Philadelphia.

He said “God always knocks at the door of hearts. He likes to do this. It comes from His heart. But do you know what He likes best? To knock on the doors of families and find families that are united, to find families that love each other, to find families that bring up their children and educate them and help them to keep going forward and that create a society of goodness, of truth, and of beauty.”

Isn’t that what God is doing here, right now? He is knocking on Derek and Michelle’s door, and they are throwing it wide open. By their lives of faith and by the sacramental covenant they are about to make, Derek and Michelle are God’s messengers to us all today and witnesses of His love, words we heard at the very beginning of this liturgy.

God is knocking on the door of every family in church this afternoon, and of each individual’s heart. In word and sacrament, he stands at the door and knocks. These scripture readings and the exchange of vows we’re about to witness invite each of us—married and single—to open our hearts to his loving plan.

When God knocks, he gives more than a light tap on the door. Today he’s knocking with divine joy, divine enthusiasm. Again, Pope Francis explains why: “All of the love that God has in Himself, all of the beauty that God has in Himself, all of the truth that God has in Himself, He gives to the family. And a family is truly a family when it is able to open its arms and receive all of this love.” The Holy Father calls the family the most beautiful thing God has made.

Michelle and Derek, you are here proclaiming with your lives the scriptures we have just heard. The first reading proclaims the love of God in Himself—expressed in the act of creation and especially in the creation of man and woman, destined from the very beginning to become one flesh in marriage.

The second reading presents the truth that comes from God—truth that is good, acceptable, and perfect, genuine truth that has the power to confront the counterfeits our society offers. St. Paul paints a picture not only of married love but of Christian love, rooted in our human dignity, both in body and spirit.

The beauty of God, which he manifests in His love and His truth, is at the heart of our responsorial psalm, which gives voice to the deepest of all longings, the longing for God himself. There’s not an ounce of duty in the psalm that Chelsey sang; it’s all beauty. The beauty of God’s face, the magnificence of His holy mountain. Light and truth lead us to the incomparable beauty of God’s dwelling place.

Pope Francis says that God shared all of this love, beauty, and goodness with the family. It boggles the mind, which may be why the Pope was smart enough to anticipate an objection. “Sure,” he said, “one of you could say to me, ‘Holy Father, you speak this way because you’re single.’”

He knows there are difficulties in families. He said “the family is beautiful, but it is costly. It brings problems… we argue; sometimes the plates fly; in families, the children give us headaches.” Husbands fight with wives and they give each other dirty looks, he added. The Pope is a realist, not to mention an Italian Latin American!

And he’s right: we’re not living in the Garden of Eden! But thanks to God’s gift of His Son to the world wounded by sin, God is once again walking with us. The Book of Genesis tells us that God walked in the garden in the cool of the evening; now he walks with us in His Son, true God, true man, member of his own human family and of every human family.

The presence of Jesus in your married life, Derek and Michelle, is not the assurance of an easy life. He will be with you in the power of His resurrection, certainly, but he will also be with you in the power of His cross. That’s why Pope Francis called the family “a factory of hope, of life and of resurrection.”

Walking with the Lord, you will experience both His suffering and His joy, His sorrows and His victory; and your little “factory” will produce hope for the world.

I’d like to end by telling you about my trip to the airport in Vancouver. The weather was nothing special, but as I turned off the highway I saw a spectacular sunrise—brilliant colours stretched across the sky, reflected in the wispy clouds.

Immediately it occurred to me that the sun that produced this wondrous sight rises every morning. The sun hadn’t changed a bit.

But the atmosphere on Friday morning made the sun’s rays more visible, more beautiful, more radiant.

That’s your challenge, dear friends; that’s the exciting opportunity you have in marriage. God is at work in every marriage, but his presence and his plan needs to be visible.

Last night I met the great-grandson of Malcolm Muggeridge, the British writer who helped to bring Mother Teresa to the world’s attention in a BBC documentary and a book he wrote more than forty years ago. The name of the book was “Something Beautiful for God.”

Michelle and Derek, there’s your calling in four words. You’re going to do something beautiful for God. You’re going to do something beautiful for the world. Your married life, your family life, will let His love, His truth, and His beauty shine out for all to see.

For all that, we thank God, and we ask Him to bless you every day of your married life.

Remembering Archbishop Carney

My Homily at the Mass Marking the 25th Anniversary of the death of Archbishop James F. Carney, Celebrated by Most Rev. J. Michael Miller, Holy Rosary Cathedral, October 1, 2015

What stupendous enthusiasm and love greeted Pope Francis in the U.S. last month!

Those of us who remember Pope John Paul’s visit to Vancouver thirty-one years earlier have some idea of how people felt in Washington, New York, and Philadelphia.

But the images of those cheering crowds both here and in the States make it hard to remember that there was a time when many Catholics felt deeply divided from the Pope.

James Francis Carney was ordained a

bishop on the eve of the controversy over Pope Paul VI’s encyclical Humanae vitae. Three years later he became Archbishop of Vancouver at the height of dissension and confusion about the right of the Church to teach and guide.

The motto he chose, Servare Unitatem—To Preserve Unity—prophesied both a difficult mission and a path of suffering. His first decade as Archbishop was fraught with opposition, misunderstanding, and criticism—all of which he felt keenly, since he was far more sensitive to what people thought of him than he appeared.

After that stormy decade, the pontificate of St. John Paul brought a kind of vindication, capped by the papal visit of 1984.

Yet the story does not end there, but with a final illness that made enormous demands on Archbishop Carney spiritually, psychologically, and physically.

During the year and a half before his death, the Archbishop had to surrender his independence to others and to make his own the words of St. Paul to Timothy that we have just heard. A man of action permitted himself to be transformed, slowly, to one who could pray “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”

His final days were edifying. He was attended at the end by a trusted Basilian priest, Fr. Robert Madden,

Robert Madden, CSB

who generously had traveled from Toronto and elsewhere several times during the course of the Archbishop’s illness to provide him with spiritual comfort and strength at his request.

Throughout his sickness, it seemed to me that Archbishop Carney—much like St. John Paul

some fifteen years later—was conscious of the connection between his suffering and his ministry. Like St. Paul, he was offering his sufferings to God as a prayer for his people.

The Psalm we have sung today, which recounts the joy of leading the assembly to the house of God, recalls the late Archbishop’s great love for this Cathedral church,

in which he was ordained a priest and bishop and where he so often presided at the Eucharist. Indeed, it brings to mind his love for the Eucharist itself, nourished in his youth at Blessed Sacrament—later Corpus Christi—Parish, which remained close to his heart throughout his life, and where he served as pastor during what were doubtless his happiest years.

The Gospel passage is our Lord’s own prayer at the end of his earthly life. It is called his priestly prayer, and in a sense it is also a prayer for priests. Jesus prays to his heavenly Father that his ministry on earth will prove fruitful, but he prays in a special way for those who have walked most closely with him, the apostles and other disciples.

Archbishop Carney had great regard for his faithful lay collaborators—some of whom are in church this afternoon—and prayed earnestly for all those entrusted to him by the Father. But he had a special love for his priests—those who shared with him most closely the mission of leading souls to heaven, the men who had stood by him in his trials, in the words that Jesus used on Holy Thursday.

Shortly before his 75th birthday, when bishops are expected to offer their resignation to the Holy Father, Archbishop Carney called me into his chapel. He prayed aloud, “Heavenly Father, you have given the diocese to me; I now return it to you” and prayed in gratitude for his time as Archbishop.

He then dictated his letter of resignation, which he signed on the chapel’s altar on the morning of his birthday.

The Archbishop wrote:

“Most Holy Father,

“Today I celebrate my seventy-fifth birthday, and, in conformity with canon 401:1 of the Code of Canon Law, I offer to Your Holiness my resignation from the See of Vancouver, Canada. In submitting my resignation I am moved by an additional motive: my health is not good; I can no longer work as I have worked and the way a bishop must work to keep his diocese a strong community of Catholic faith and Christian love.

“I thank Almighty God for the gift of the priesthood, and for calling me to serve him as archbishop of the city of my birth, the city I have loved with a natural and a supernatural love. I thank the Holy See for naming me to that office, and for the trust and goodwill always shown me.

“As I write this letter, there are many memories flooding my mind and heart, chief among them Your Holiness’ visit to our diocese in 1984. Never did I think that I would have the privilege of welcoming to Vancouver the Vicar of Christ, the visible head of the Church on earth.

“Your pontificate has been a fulfillment of the special responsibility given to Peter: ‘Et tu, aliquando conversus, confirma fratres tuos.’

(The text, translated as “when you have turned again, strengthen your brethren,” is part of the Lord’s prayer for St. Peter on Holy Thursday.)

The letter continues:

“For this, Holy Father, and for your strong leadership that has been a gift of God to His Church and the world, I thank you.

“From the first day of my life as a bishop it has been my purpose to keep the faithful of this diocese united to the Holy Father in mind and heart: I am pleased to say that I think this quality of loyalty and obedience is a characteristic of our priests and people. They love you.”

Closing with a renewed pledge of his loyalty, Archbishop Carney assured the Pope of his prayers, and asked for prayers in return,

I have applied three texts of Scripture—an apostle’s farewell, the psalmist’s thirst for God, and Christ’s prayer for the salvation of those given to him by the Father—to the life and death of the eighth Archbishop of Vancouver. But they apply equally to all of us, who are called to face life’s challenges with faith and courage, strengthened by our hope and longing for the Kingdom, united in Christ’s Church.

A Joyful Meeting

A few years back, the Canadian armed forces ran a recruiting campaign with the enthusiastic slogan “There’s no life like it!” Those words express my feelings about the priesthood, even after nearly thirty years.

Daily satisfactions abound, but last weekend I had an experience that tied together three decades of priestly joys.

Every year the Archbishop gives awards to two altar servers nominated from each parish in recognition of their dedication. I’ve never been able to attend the celebration at the Cathedral; at first it conflicted with our parish Mass, and in recent years with the diaconate formation weekend.

The servers of the year from Christ the Redeemer Parish were Emma, whose quiet faithfulness to serving weekday Masses is exemplary, and Gabriel, who stands out for his particular love of serving and the reverence he shows at Mass.

Gabriel attends our parish school, so when I saw him last week I explained why I wouldn’t be there to see him receive the award. He nodded respectfully, but I could see his disappointment, so decided to steal away from the diaconate group and drive back to the city on Saturday morning.

After watching proudly as Emma and Gabriel were honoured by Archbishop Miller, I popped in to the reception that followed Mass. As I waited for the group picture to finish, a man came up and greeted me warmly. I recognized him right away as Marty Cayer, a parishioner at my first parish, whom I’d married to Lora, a lovely girl whose family were also very fine parishioners at St. Patrick’s.

Marty and I were reminiscing when Gabriel appeared. As I made introductions, I did some hasty math and realized to my astonishment that Marty, now 40, had been exactly Gabriel’s age when he served Mass for me at St. Pat’s with much the same devotion and loyalty.

The coincidence—is that really the right word?—hit me with great force, and a wave of emotion came as I tried to explain to young Gabriel what it meant to a priest to stand with two “bookends” embracing three decades of ministry as a priest.

I suspect that young parishioners would be very surprised to know just how much we treasure their love and respect for us as priests, and what it means to see them grow as we ourselves age.

Life permits me only the occasional meeting with Marty and Lora, but they are part of the fabric of my life. And Marty has contributed one of my favourite memories from the eight happy years I spent at St. Pat’s, a story with which I will end this little reflection.

It was Christmas, 1986, at Shaughnessy Hospital, where I was taking Holy Communion to a group of residents, mostly veterans. I’d brought Marty along as a server because I thought these elderly men, some without families, would welcome the sight of a youngster on Christmas morning. All went well until an old man all but commanded Marty—a server, not a chorister—“sing us a song!”

Marty had as much enthusiasm for a solo performance as any 11 year-old boy. But with no hesitation, he pulled back his shoulders and started to sing in a loud clear voice.

What carol he sang, I cannot remember. But the moment I will never forget.

Ears to Hear? (23.B)

Father Paul was on holidays this week, so I found myself eating dinner in front of the TV.

That wasn’t all bad, though. It gave me the chance to watch a few episodes of Father Brown, the BBC drama that features the priest-detective created by the great Catholic writer G.K. Chesterton.

Last night, the mystery centered on a German priest who came to preach in Father Brown’s parish in an English village. It’s not long after the end of the World War II, so feelings are still running high. Although Father Brown welcomes him warmly, the parishioners are another thing entirely.

The worst offender is Mrs. McCarthy, the nosy and bossy parish secretary. She makes one anti-German remark after another in a stage whisper that the visiting priest can’t fail to hear. The housekeeper treats him badly even after he bandages her wounded hand. And various townspeople snub him every chance they get.

Their behavior isn’t hard to understand or even to forgive, so soon after the war. What’s really troubling is that they are all Catholics. We see them at Mass, at church socials, and in the rectory. But they do not see the contradiction between their faith and their actions.

We could say they were blind. Blinded by anger or pain or loss, but blind nonetheless. They are blind to this opportunity to live the Gospel they profess to believe. Mrs. McCarthy has said the words “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us” thousands of times, but she is deaf to what they mean in a concrete situation.

When I do or say something I know is wrong, I am sorry for it. I apologize or mention it in confession, and I resolve not to do it again. But what about the times when I am blind to what I’m doing, or deaf to the demands of the Gospel?

This, to me, is something very scary. There’s a line in Psalm 19 that I pray with passion: “who can detect all his errors? From hidden faults acquit me.”

Worst of all are sins that masquerade as virtues. It’s hard to dislike Mrs. McCarthy, because, as the saying goes, “she means well.” But all too many of her well-meaning actions are the fruit of her own weaknesses and insecurities—they serve her need for recognition rather than the needs of others.

Today’s readings might have done her some good if Father Brown had read them at Mass in his little parish church. His parishioners might have understood that only Jesus can open their eyes to themselves, and unplug their ears to the full force of his message.

And then again, maybe not. Many of those astounded by the miracle Jesus works in today’s Gospel did not recognize that they also needed healing, though not of a physical sort. Not all of those who heard him preach chose to be Christ’s disciples—which is why he said “Let anyone with ears to hear, listen!”

Will today’s readings do much good for us? Maybe, maybe not. I am nothing like Father Brown, except in the size of my current waistline, but I think we all have much in common with his parishioners. We hear more than we listen; we see more than we understand.

The answer to the question comes in a short passage from the First Letter of St. John. In this letter, the apostle proclaims “what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and touched with our hands, concerning the word of life.” Yes, he has heard the word of life, but he has also looked — contemplated—and touched—experienced—this life-giving word.

To put the teaching of Christ into action—whether we’re talking about loving our enemies or loving our neighbours—we need to do more than read Scripture or listen to homilies. We need the personal encounter that the deaf man had with Jesus—a personal and private encounter where he can heal what needs to be healed in us and set us free from what makes us prisoners.

Like the deaf man, we need the healing touch of Jesus if we’re going to really hear the Gospel we listen to every Sunday. Only his personal touch brings the fullness of joy that Isaiah describes in our first reading.

Let’s ask ourselves whether there are areas in our lives where we’re deaf to Jesus or blind to the needs of others.

Last week, a single painful photograph of a drowned child opened the eyes of the world to the needs of refugees. Christians do not depend on the news media to make them aware of their responsibility to help the suffering. What we need is the touch of Christ, the grace that truly opens our eyes and ears to the Word by which we profess to live.

I probably should end with that prayerful thought, but I want to go back to Father Brown and his parishioners for a moment. Although they weren’t on their best behavior last night, there is much about them to admire, and they do come off very well in regard to today’s second reading.

St. James warns against an obvious evil that can easily divide a Christian community—favoring the rich or powerful. It contradicts God’s love for the poor and puts up barriers between brothers and sisters in the Lord. Some of the Church’s problems in other countries are connected to the special treatment that landowners and nobles received when they went to Mass.

But there’s no sign of the problem in Father Brown’s parish, where Mrs. McCarthy is just as rude to the local countess, Lady Felicia, as she is to everyone else. And there’s something quite significant about the fact that Lady Felicia’s chauffeur joins her at Mass.

Even a woman just out of prison is welcomed on Sunday with only a sniffy look or two.

For all our failings, our parishes do a pretty good job of living out the wise advice St. James gives us today, with rich and poor sharing a pew, and a sense of equality among God’s people.

As James Joyce wrote in Finnegan’s Wake, Catholic means “Here comes everybody.” Which is just as things ought to be.

After the Storm (22.B)

Some of you got up this morning in houses without power. It’s what we sometimes call a first-world problem, but even so it’s not much fun. 

We hardly notice how much we depend on power to cook, to clean, and to communicate. But we sure notice when it fails. First the light flickers, then the house goes dark. If the power goes out at night, the first thing you notice is often that the clock beside the bed is dark.

But what about spiritual power failures? How do we notice when there’s no power flowing in our spiritual lives?

In today’s Gospel, Jesus teaches that religion can have its power knocked out by a number of things. Some of them are as obvious as the serious sins listed at the end of the Gospel reading. But others are much more subtle, and much more dangerous.

When the power goes out to a digital clock, it either goes dark or starts to flash. Back in the days when some clocks plugged in to the wall, they just stopped—if you didn’t notice, you’d have the time all wrong. That’s what happens when religion becomes ritual.

Jesus is talking about religion that is not powered by authentic worship when he warns against lip-service. He says that getting the ritual right isn’t what God wants from us.

Even something as basic as our coming to Mass doesn’t please God if we don’t live the faith in our daily lives by keeping his commandments.

That much of this Sunday’s message is obvious enough; in the Gospels Jesus warns us many times against hypocrisy. And St. James sums it up beautifully in one short phrase: be doers of the word, and not merely hearers.

But the other half of the message is also important. The power that we need to keep our faith functioning doesn’t come from us anymore than we generate the power in our homes. Just as we’re blessed to have an abundant supply of electricity available for our needs, we have spiritual power flowing into our hearts without so much as a Hydro bill.

The commandments are a gift, not a burden, because they supply power to our daily lives, guiding and shaping our choices according to God’s plan. In our first reading today, Moses is telling the people they are blessed to have God’s law—other nations will be jealous of them, because he is so close and so willing to show them the path they need to follow.

I’m sure you’ll agree that there aren’t many people who look at us Catholics and envy our moral code. But there are some, and there will be more—if we ourselves are faithful, and show them the fruits of Christian living. As the consequences of immorality continue to weaken society we can look to a day when many outside the Church will recognize the blessings we enjoy, just as Moses predicts.

First, we ourselves need to appreciate the moral teaching of Christ and his Church as a beautiful gift—as something coming down to us from above, a gift from the Father of lights who doesn’t want us to walk in darkness.

God has given us birth, St. James says, “by the word of truth.” Those who don’t live in the truth, he seems to say, aren’t even fully alive.

He tells us to welcome the word that has the power to save our souls. I don’t know about you, but I’m more likely to complain about that word than to welcome it. Like every sinner, I’d rather do what I want than what the saving word commands.

But that short-circuits God’s plan to supply us with not only the power we need for daily life—the power to stand firm, as our Psalm says, and the power of wisdom and discernment, as we hear Moses say—but also the power to save our souls.

Today is a good day to check our spiritual wiring. Are we letting the graces of Sunday Mass flow throughout the week? Are we coming to Sunday Mass ready for true worship and all that demands, including charity to others, especially the poor?

These are difficult and demanding questions. But we can answer them with the power than comes from God.

The Eucharist Unites (19.B)

It’s been more than thirty years since I first saw the chain letter about “the perfect pastor,” but it still makes me smile.

The perfect pastor preaches exactly 10 minutes but always say everything that needs to be said.

He condemns sin boldly but never hurts anyone’s feelings.

He works from 8 am until midnight and is also the church janitor.

The perfect pastor makes $200 a week, wears good clothes, drives a good car, buys good books, and donates $100 a week to the church.

He is 29 years old and has 40 years’ experience.

The perfect pastor has a burning desire to work with teenagers, and he spends most of his time with senior citizens.

He makes 15 home visits a day and is always in his office to be handy when needed.

The chain letter concludes "If your pastor does not measure up, simply send this notice to six other churches that are tired of their pastor, too. Then bundle up your pastor and send him to the church at the top of the list. If everyone cooperates, in one week you will receive 1,643 pastors.

"One of them should be perfect!"

Even if that joke is older than the internet, I couldn’t resist it—because we’re hearing a lot at Mass lately about complaining.

In last week’s first reading, complaining was front and center. The whole assembly of Israel complained against Moses and Aaron. We’d rather have died, they told them, than end up following you into the desert.

This week, Jesus is the target of the people’s complaints. They think he’s forgetting his humble origins, and making ridiculous claims. And, like the Israelites, they’re gossiping and grumbling.

The gossip and grumbling carry on in next Sunday’s Gospel, which continues the story. And by the end of the story, many have turned away from Jesus.

Such is the power of complaining!

For almost a year, a committee of professional and dedicated parishioners have been overseeing an engineering study of our parish buildings to judge their ability to withstand an earthquake. We’re lucky to have modern buildings, but for some parishes seismic upgrades will cause a great hardship.

But no earthquake could destroy a parish half as well as the division that comes from complaining, from the kind of undertow that went on while Jesus preached about himself as the Bread of Life.

There are many, many things for which I am thankful as I look back on eight years as pastor here. But the thing for which I am most thankful—by far—is that the community has never been divided.

One reason I’m glad is that I have very little stomach for fighting and feuding. I can hardly imagine the pain—and the courage—of those priests who have had to minister in parishes split by factions or serious disagreement.

But the number one reason is this: a divided community, a complaining community, is not a truly Eucharistic community.

Celebrating Mass with people who have broken into isolated groups—and I heard of a parish back East where there was a group that came to Mass with picket signs—contradicts an essential truth about the Eucharist: it draws us into communion not only with God but with each other.

When most Catholics hear the word “communion” they think first of “Holy Communion,” of the consecrated Host they receive at Mass. But communion is a huge word: you could write a book about it.

When we approach the altar to receive the Sacred Host, we enter more deeply into communion with Jesus, of course. But we also profess our communion with his Church.

And to some extent, we show our communion with each other in this parish community. Saints and sinners, rich and poor, young and old, even Liberal, Conservative and NDP!

A little grumbling is an ordinary aspect of parish life—everyone is entitled to his opinion. I was delighted by the strong consensus that supported the renovations of our sanctuary some years back, since that’s always a tricky business.

But there was still one man who came up to me and said “Where would we be if every single Pope made changes to St. Peter’s?”

I told him very gently that I knew St. Peter’s like the back of my hand, and could assure him that every single Pope did make changes to St. Peter’s, with the possible exception of the month-long pontificate of John Paul I.

We are friends to this day.

In today’s second reading, St. Paul gives two lists, one bad, one good. In the first list he includes bitterness, anger, arguing and slander. In the second, kindness, tenderness and mutual forgiveness.

I can say that I’ve seen very little from the first list and everything from the second in my time at Christ the Redeemer. Surely this is a fruit of the Eucharist we receive together each week.

As we ponder the great gift of the Bread of Life, let’s also be grateful for the blessings of unity and charity in our parish, and in our homes.

Crucial Conversations With Jesus (18.B)

About this time last year I went to a conference in Chicago called the Global Leadership Summit. One of the most impressive speakers was Joseph Grenny, co-author of a best-selling book called Crucial Conversations. The book defines a crucial conversation as “a discussion between two or more people where (1) stakes are high, (2) opinions vary, and (3) emotions are strong.”

I think that the crowd in this Sunday’s Gospel is having a crucial conversation with Jesus. (1) The stakes are very high—he’s just fed 5,000 people with a few loaves of bread and a basket of fish.

(2) Opinions vary—we know that Jesus always had his opponents, and there are doubters in the crowd who aren’t satisfied with the recent multiplication of the loaves and fish: they want their own miracle.

And (3) emotions are strong—obviously. The people are both physically and spiritually hungry, and this new rabbi might have the answer to a lot of their problems.

The authors of the book tell us that crucial conversations matter a great deal. The consequences of getting them wrong can be severe. But stepping up to a crucial conversation and handling it well can change our lives.

So what do you think? Is this crucial conversation on the shore of the Sea of Galilee going well or poorly? Will it change the lives of those who are speaking with Jesus?

It doesn’t get off to a great start. The people are confused when they find Jesus, because they haven’t a clue how he got to the other side of the lake. We started reading the sixth chapter of John’s Gospel last week, and we continue it today and for the next three weeks—but the Lectionary cut out the story of Jesus’ crossing over by boat.

So their first question isn’t particularly helpful: how on earth did you get here?

But Jesus, who is the master and the model of all crucial communication, follows the first rule in the book: start with heart. He doesn’t get side-tracked by the unimportant issue of how he got across the lake, but turns the conversation immediately to what it’s really about: Him.

There’s a contemporary Christian song by Matt Redman that has this simple refrain: “I'm coming back to the heart of worship—And it's all about you, it's all about you Jesus.”

How often do we sidetrack crucial conversations about faith or about the Church by forgetting that it’s all about Jesus?

Throughout his dialogue with the crowd, Jesus keeps bringing the conversation back to him. The people ask what they should do, but instead he tells them to believe in him.

The people ask for another physical miracle, but Jesus tells them about the greatest miracle of all, the Word made flesh.

We all need to have a crucial conversation with God today—a conversation that starts with our own hearts.

We need to tell the Lord what we hunger for. We need to look into our hearts and find the empty places that need to be filled.

Martin Luther King once said that “our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” That’s true of our spiritual lives, too. If we won’t talk to God about the things that matter to us most, we can’t have much of a spiritual life.

Of course—and this is a key to any crucial conversation—we need to listen.

What does Jesus say to you this morning as you sit here at Mass? Are his words in today’s Gospel an answer to some of your doubts and fears?

“Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.”

Are we here expecting to be fed? Here to break the bread of God has come down from heaven and gives us life? Because if we’re not, we are overdue for a crucial conversation with Jesus, the Bread of Life.

We live in a post-Christian world where the stakes are high, opinions vary, and emotions are strong. Our friends and neighbours, even some members of our own family, think us fools or worse for going to church.

In such a climate, we will not persevere in our faith journey unless we know why we are here, what we have been promised, and talk freely with Jesus in this great sacrament of his body and blood.

The heart of our worship today, and every day, is Jesus. It’s all about him.