September 13, 2020 – Twenty-fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Readings: Sirach 27:30 – 28:7 / Romans 14:7-9 / Matthew 18:21-35
I will be delivering the following homily at St. Pius X Parish in Indianapolis this morning:
I hate to burst your bubble of the deacon image you may have of me, but as a child, I often misbehaved. I could be strong-willed and self-centered. I was impulsive. And there were many times I walked a fine line between truth and fiction when talking to my parents.
There were, of course, consequences for my misdeeds. For serious infractions, Mom said, “You can talk to Dad about this when he gets home.” That experience is a homily for another day.
For lesser crimes, Mom was creative with punishment. Sometimes she forced me to apologize to the person I had offended. Other times grounding me or withholding privileges were in order.
Finally, there were the times she said, “Go to your room and think about what you have done.” Mom was well-intentioned, but as a child I was incapable of such self-reflection. The time in my room was not spent thinking about what I had done, but rather about how I would answer the questions she would surely ask.