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  Tues day – 27 th   Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Luke 10:38-42 Slow down and listen Dinner, Jerusalem Somebody give me a hand with setting the table!   Someone help with putting the laundry away!   It would help if you kept your room clean!   Do I have to do all the work around this house?   A little help would be appreciated We have all had that experience and most of the time we were the ones on the receiving end of the conversation.   We were busy doing something else and couldn’t be bothered unless and until Mom or Dad nagged us into pitching in and doing our fair share. Something similar is going on in today’s Gospel.   Jesus is at Mary and Martha’s for dinner.   Martha is busy with serving but Mary chooses to just sit and listen to Jesus.   Martha is upset and complains to Jesus that Mary is not helping.   You would think that Jesus would have been understanding with Martha but NO!   Instead He tells Martha tha...
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  Mon day – 27 th   Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Luke 10:25-37 Won’t You Be My Neighbor? Old City, Jerusalem I know, we have heard this parable hundreds of times. The Good Samaritan, the last person you’d expect to help actually helps.   And we are expected to do the same.   To act out of love and mercy and compassion.   OK, got it, heard it before, I got the message.   Let’s move on. But what if?   Turn things around!   What if you were the victim?   At some point in our lives, many of us have unfortunately been a victim; maybe we were robbed or beat up, cheated, betrayed or abandoned, or worse.   Would it really matter?   Would it make a difference?   Would their gender, religion, age, race, ethnicity or economic status matter?   Would you want to check their wallet for their ID?   Or their credit rating?   Do they have a college degree?   Would you really ever refuse their offer of kindness and...
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  27 th Sunday in Ordinary Time   - revisited Gospel – Matthew 21:33-43 Kill the Messenger? Synagogue Church, Nazareth   An oldie but a good one! A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups, and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard.   As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.   “Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”   “Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.” The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. “I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”   “Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here Dolly!” he called. Out from the doghouse and down ramp ran Do...