Pope Benedict's Midnight Mass homily

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VATICAN CITY — Just as there was no room for Mary and Joseph at the inn, so in today’s frenetic societies people increasingly think they have no room for Christ, leading to social exclusion, discord and violence, Pope Benedict XVI told thousands of pilgrims at Christmas Midnight Mass.
In his homily in St. Peter’s Basilica, he also warned of the consequences to society of rejecting God and religion, prayed for peace in the Middle East, and called on Christians and Muslims to build up their countries side by side, in God’s peace.
The Pope began his homily by stressing the beauty of Luke’s Gospel on the birth of Jesus that “touches our hearts: a beauty that is the splendor of truth.”
Full text of the homily and video of the entire Midnight Mass in several languages at:

vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/homilies/2012/documents/hf_ben-xvi_hom_20121224_christmas_en.html
Dear Brothers and Sisters!
Again and again the beauty of this Gospel touches our hearts: a beauty that is the splendour of truth. Again and again it astonishes us that God makes himself a child so that we may love him, so that we may dare to love him, and as a child trustingly lets himself be taken into our arms. It is as if God were saying: I know that my glory frightens you, and that you are trying to assert yourself in the face of my grandeur. So now I am coming to you as a child, so that you can accept me and love me.
I am also repeatedly struck by the Gospel writer’s almost casual remark that there was no room for them at the inn. Inevitably the question arises, what would happen if Mary and Joseph were to knock at my door. Would there be room for them? And then it occurs to us that Saint John takes up this seemingly chance comment about the lack of room at the inn, which drove the Holy Family into the stable; he explores it more deeply and arrives at the heart of the matter when he writes: “he came to his own home, and his own people received him not” (Jn 1:11). The great moral question of our attitude towards the homeless, towards refugees and migrants, takes on a deeper dimension: do we really have room for God when he seeks to enter under our roof? Do we have time and space for him? Do we not actually turn away God himself? We begin to do so when we have no time for God. The faster we can move, the more efficient our time-saving appliances become, the less time we have. And God? The question of God never seems urgent. Our time is already completely full. But matters go deeper still. Does God actually have a place in our thinking? Our process of thinking is structured in such a way that he simply ought not to exist. Even if he seems to knock at the door of our thinking, he has to be explained away. If thinking is to be taken seriously, it must be structured in such a way that the “God hypothesis” becomes superfluous. There is no room for him. Not even in our feelings and desires is there any room for him. We want ourselves. We want what we can seize hold of, we want happiness that is within our reach, we want our plans and purposes to succeed. We are so “full” of ourselves that there is no room left for God. And that means there is no room for others either, for children, for the poor, for the stranger. By reflecting on that one simple saying about the lack of room at the inn, we have come to see how much we need to listen to Saint Paul’s exhortation: “Be transformed by the renewal of your mind” (Rom 12:2). Paul speaks of renewal, the opening up of our intellect (nous), of the whole way we view the world and ourselves. The conversion that we need must truly reach into the depths of our relationship with reality. Let us ask the Lord that we may become vigilant for his presence, that we may hear how softly yet insistently he knocks at the door of our being and willing. Let us ask that we may make room for him within ourselves, that we may recognize him also in those through whom he speaks to us: children, the suffering, the abandoned, those who are excluded and the poor of this world.
There is another verse from the Christmas story on which I should like to reflect with you – the angels’ hymn of praise, which they sing out following the announcement of the new-born Saviour: “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace among men with whom he is pleased.” God is glorious. God is pure light, the radiance of truth and love. He is good. He is true goodness, goodness par excellence. The angels surrounding him begin by simply proclaiming the joy of seeing God’s glory. Their song radiates the joy that fills them. In their words, it is as if we were hearing the sounds of heaven. There is no question of attempting to understand the meaning of it all, but simply the overflowing happiness of seeing the pure splendour of God’s truth and love. We want to let this joy reach out and touch us: truth exists, pure goodness exists, pure light exists. God is good, and he is the supreme power above all powers. All this should simply make us joyful tonight, together with the angels and the shepherds…
 
I just heard the Holy Father’s homily, and was struck by its sheer brilliance and challenge, exactly what I would expect from a Vicar of Christ with his academic background. It gave me many good thoughts of how to address a few friends who have seemed to throw the baby out with the bath water as far as religion is concerned. I was most struck with the Holy Father’s reference to “holy curiosity,” and plan to quietly respond to my formerly believing friends to keep an open mind and an open heart where Our Lord is concerned.

It’s funny: I’m recovering from back surgery, and can’t sit for too long. I had watched part of the Midnight Mass late last afternoon, and caught the first part this morning. I recall thinking last night, as I drifted off to sleep, how I would respond if the Holy Family came knocking on the door of my little ranch house looking for a place to stay. Since I did the Spiritual Exercises, I find myself inserting myself into various scriptural stories, and asking myself how I would react and respond. I remember thinking, 'well, certainly Mary could use my bed, I can sleep on the futon, and we have sleeping bags and an air mattress, and there’s a casserole in the fridge," and found myself drifting off to sleep on these lines.

Maybe a little on the silly side, I know, but I’m thinking today that part of that casserole is going to be brought over to the persnickety old man on the other side of my driveway as a Christmas surprise (already put some of it in another dish,) and while nobody seems to need to camp out here for a few days, it seems the least I can do is something for someone who really has nobody (because he usually doesn’t want anyone around.) I’m just going to send my husband over there, tell him to put the covered dish on the doorstep, ring the bell, and leave!

One of the biggest things I got out of that homily is the need to demonstrate our love to others in God’s name, particularly the most unlovely people around.

Just waiting for my husband to wake up (I can’t carry that heavy dish myself.)

God bless all of you at Christmastime!
 
Another incredible homily from Pope Benedict XVI…simply incredible.

I have often thought–and actually felt fearful–that by giving us two very unique men…and two very uniquely gifted Popes (Blessed Pope JP-II and B-XVI)…back-to-back…God is shouting to me:…“come out of the dark”…especially to me a Catholic…a Christian…who is supposed to be faithful disciple of his Son, Our Savior, Jesus Christ…to be his instrument to convert those in my world…and what am I doing?..too often wallowing in lukewarmness…inconstancy…timidity, cowardliness and sinfulness.

Scary?..for me, yes ("…hell was created for Catholics who will have absolutely no excuses at the Particular (personal) Judgment…")…but I also see a hopeful blessing of new graces in the Nativity of Christ the King…that I can still attain the graces for some constancy in living a sacrificial-love in all aspects of my life and be joyfully obedient to the will of the Father in my daily life.

A former Marine buddy who is now a priest-chaplain…always asks me: “…are you a saint yet? … " well, no, Father, not yet, but on some days…in some moments…in some situations…I think I am close”. He always says the same thing in answer: “good…but remember “close” only counts in horseshoes…to get into heaven…you gotta be a saint…get with it pal!”.

Pope B-XVI’s homily message to me:…“get with it son!..get with it!”.

Pax Christi
 
Fr. Z thinks parts of it were written by Papal staffers. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
 
Fr. Z thinks parts of it were written by Papal staffers. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Fr Z seems to have too much time on his hands. If the Pope incorporates something written as a draft or a suggestion by a member of his staff into his homily, it is still his homily. It isn’t like someone slipped a page he’d never seen into the middle of his homily and he just kept on reading. :rolleyes:
 
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