I am blessed that my PV is the best homilist in the diocese. His homilies are on-target, thought-provoking, challenging and very grounded in Church teaching and liturgical theology. It’s like hearing what I would have imagined to be a young Fr. Joseph Ratzinger.
His homilies challenge me and really get me to think. He also incorporates the Eucharistic Sacrifice into his homilies. I told him that he needed to compile his words into a book. He just rolls his eyes every time I say this, but, it’s true.
He also reads a lot of the Holy Father’s books. Some of the pope’s words pop up into my friend’s homilies. His words also carry a lot more depth than even our bishop’s. This is not to denigrate my local ordinary, but, the preaching just isn’t of the same caliber as my friend’s. Mind you, I’ve listened to my share of my bishop’s homilies, having planned Masses for him. It’s just that the delivery of the message, the content, the depth and the clarity just aren’t there. Not everyone, even a bishop, has the gift of preaching.
There are times when my friend and I will disagree and he will further expound his words over dinner or coffee. I’ll challenge him on a point and he’ll challenge me on my response. Sometimes, it will take me some time to ponder what he actually said. Then, I’ll ask for a clarification and he’ll give it to me.
What is also amazing is that he preaches without notes. The few times that he does use notes, he’s not that good, although, in his worst day, he sounds a lot better than most on their best day.
The second-best homilist I’ve ever heard was a Paulist friend of mine. He is very good, but, doctrinally-challenged on a few things. I knew him as a seminarian, transitional deacon and now priest. Oh we would argue. I would point out something that then-Cardinal Ratzinger would say and he would pooh-pooh it. Then, later on, he would wind up “seeing the light” begrudgingly. I remember one time he asked me to change the wording on the readings to make it “inclusive”. I told him “no.” This was before RS came out. I explained to him that I don’t have the right to tinker around with the readings and neither did he (he wanted to use “fisher-people” where Jesus says, I will make you fishers of men–this was when he was a transitional deacon). I told him to go back to Liturgy 101. He wanted to strangle me, but, when he came back from his ordination, he thanked me.
My Paulist friend preached an especially powerful homily the first Holy Thursday after my mother had died. He talked about seeing people that we love for what we think will be the last time and how what we say and what we do in those moments will have a lasting and powerful effect. I was bawling. As we concluded night prayer, I thanked him. He is now in Canada, having celebrated 16 years in the priesthood. I hope he continues to do well.