By chance or Providence I have been called to offer Mass this coming Sunday for a weekend gathering of our candidates for the Order. I've had far too long to incubate this homily, and it's edging towards the outrageous in how I imagine it.
It includes, so far:
The story of my Dad imitating and mocking the homily given at my temporary profession of vows
A famous insult from one of our friars, which bitingly plays on the distinction between being a 'poor religious' in the sense of evangelical poverty and a 'poor religious' in the sense of having delusions of adequacy
An amusing and telling complaint of a former girlfriend about my entrance into religious life
Fortunately for readers of this blog, this isn't the kind of homily that gets written down, in the spirit of the sage advice of one of my Jesuit teachers:
"It's best not to think.
"If you think, don't speak.
"If you speak, don't write.
"If you write, don't be surprised."