Homily for
Ordinary Time 32
November 11, 2018
Undercover Child
of God
Ever
seen that TV show, “Undercover Boss”? It’s still on, and still pretty popular.
It features a CEO of some company who, for a week, takes on a new hairstyle and
new identity and works alongside the entry-level workers in his company. It’s
pretty funny to see how the big bosses struggle to perform tasks in their own company – like hauling trash
or working on an assembly line or cleaning port-a-potties. At the end of the
show, there is always the “big reveal” as the boss reveals his actual identity,
and all of the other workers are shocked and amazed. The employees had been
treating this CEO as just “one of the guys”, but now that he has revealed
himself as the head of the company, I’m sure some of them are wishing they hadn’t
said things or done things around them!
We all
treat our bosses differently than our fellow employees. In fact, there are many
people we treat differently because of external factors. We treat people
differently if they are rich…or if they are good-looking…or if they are
talented…or if they are famous or powerful. Many times we do this
subconsciously, but we do it nonetheless. For example, a recently-published
study showed that attractive-looking people made 3-4% more money at the same
job than people whose looks were below-average.
But
Jesus cuts through all of that external stuff and looks directly at the heart.
While these dozens of wealthy patrons in the Gospel were putting their
contributions into the Temple, I am quite sure that the priests were welcoming
them, thanking them, cultivating relationships with them. But then comes this
poor widow – was she ignored? Was she disdained? She was old and poor, the
opposite of what any fundraiser would look for.
Jesus
penetrates right to the heart, though, and sees the person beyond the
externals. He recognizes and praises her generous heart, which was far more
virtuous than these self-important wealthy people.
How do
we see people – with the eyes of faith, or just according to the externals? How
do we treat them – as beloved sons and daughters of God, or do we treat the
rich and good-looking better than others?
St.
Alexius of Rome was a saint whose true identity remained hidden. He was born
from a wealthy family – his father being a Roman senator – in the fourth
century. His father tried to arrange a marriage for him, but he wanted to
dedicate his life to Christ. As the date of the arranged marriage approached,
Alexius ran away from home, determined to live for the Lord alone. He fled into
the deserts of Syria, living as a beggar for the next several years, all while
growing in holiness.
The
people of Syria began to notice his holiness and come to him for prayers and
wisdom, calling him a “living saint”. Out of humility, he wanted to live a life
of complete anonymity, so he ran away again…back to his father’s house in Rome.
But his appearance had changed so much in the intervening years that his father
didn’t recognize him. His father reluctantly allowed him to rent a room in his
house, a tiny, dark and dirty closet underneath a staircase. For the next
seventeen years, Alexius prayed, begged, and lived a life of charity. All the
while, his parents still thought he was just some random beggar who was living
with them! Finally, upon his death, they found in his room a document that
revealed that he was their son. They were overcome with grief and sorrow at how
poorly they had treated their son!
Someday,
if we have the good fortune to be saved, we will be in Heaven for the “big
reveal” when we see everyone as they truly are. The poor will be princes; the
plain will be beautiful; the mentally disabled will be brilliant; the anonymous
people will be glorified. I know that many people who I have treated poorly or
judged harshly based on external things will be far ahead of me in Heaven. Here
on earth, let us resolve to see and treat others as we will know and treat them
in Heaven – not according to temporary external factors like riches or beauty,
but as sons and daughters of the Heavenly Father, in disguise.
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