Gulf Pine Catholic

12 Gulf Pine Catholic • August 18, 2023 My phone rang. I picked it up, “Is this Father Tracey?” “Yes,” I hesitated, “Eileen X gave me your phone number.” “Ok!” The gentle- man went on to introduce himself and pitch his request. “My uncle died in California recently. I was out there for his fu- neral. We had a Mass and all that for him there. The family is bring- ing his ashes home to be buried and we were wondering if you would be available to say a Mass here for him and do the burial.” “Have you talked to the priest in your parish about this?” I asked. “Yes, we have. But he is not available to say the Mass or do the burial. That is why we were wondering if you were available to do it?” “Have you asked the priest there if he was okay with me doing it? I asked. “Yes, we have and he has no problem with you doing it.” I assured the gentleman that if ev- erything was in order, I would be glad to do the funeral and burial for them. There is something magical about home, something cathartic, something that is deeply rooted in our psyche, in our DNA. If we ever go on a journey to someplace else -- near or far -- the return journey home always feels quicker, probably because it is driven by a rep- ertoire of experiences, memories and comfortableness. We all have been endowed with a wandering spirit. Yet, no matter where we roam, there is an internal GPS that seems to guide us home. In my father’s family, there were eleven children. All of them, except one, emigrated for a time to Eng- land. Six of them remained in England permanently. In my mother’s family, one of her uncles emigrated first to England, from there to the United States where he worked with the telephone company. Like many of his generation who emigrated, he lost touch with his family for over forty years. It was only through writ- ing to a neighbouring family back home that he was able to ask them: “Is there any of my family still alive back there?” His family never gave up on him and their nightly prayer was simple but powerful -- “If you are alive, we hope you are happy. If you are dead, we hope you are at peace.” After forty years of no contact, he returned home. And, it is ironic that he became my godfather. I, too, like him, left, not by necessity, but by choice, for forty years and did come home eventually. When conversations take place about home, it is not so much conversations about landmarks and landscapes, songs or stories, memories or meanderings. They all show a longing, a hunger, for home. The hunger is not for food, but a hunger for a place where our heart rests. The hunger addressed by these conversations is not just about physical food. These conversations are not just for people who have moved away from their home- lands. There is a universal hunger for that place where our hearts are fuelled -- that place we call “home.” So, as we go through life, we are always searching for links back to that place. Often, home is not so much a place but a moment in time which felt like home. Maybe the home we grew up in wasn’t an idyllic place we remember fondly. Sometimes home is another place, person or a group of people, or an experience where we felt that fullness of heart. Irish Poet, Patrick Kavanaugh, in his poem, “The Great Hunger,” reminds us that ‘God is in the bits and pieces of Every Day A kiss here and a laugh again, and sometimes tears, A pearl necklace round the neck of poverty.’ God is incarnate in the bits and pieces of our days; a God who not only places in our hearts a restlessness and a wandering spirit; a desire for rootedness and a place called “home.” a hunger for intimacy and a place to be- long; a desire to be complete in an incomplete world. For years, “Red” Hugh travelled the unfamiliar places in California until they became familiar. They became his home away from home even though he had carried part of home with him no matter where he roamed. Home would always be the place his restless heart guided him. We finished the burial prayers for Hugh. His daugh- ter, gently and reverently, placed the urn into the small concrete opening. Momentarily, she bowed to it, took a single red rose and placed it on top of the urn. She kissed her own hand and patted the urn with the kissed hand. Then, spontaneously, she burst into song -- “You are my sunshine.” A chorus of those gathered joined her in song. The funeral was over. The burial was complete “Red” Hugh had gone to his eternal home and I was on my way home, wherever that might be. Father Michael Tracey is retired and lives in Ire- land. He can be contacted by email at mtracey1@bell- south.net. His website is www.michaeltracey.net Going home Across the Pond Father Tracey “For every action in nature, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” -- Isaac Newton Regardless of the situation or circumstances going on in my life, or in the lives of those around me, I always seem to find myself men- tally reciting Newton’s Third Law of Motion. It holds an undeniable truth that occurs whether accepted or rejected. It speaks of polarity and opposition, while also relying on balance and precision. It speaks of diversity needing unity. It speaks of separation bound to proximity. Ironically, oneness would not exist without separa- tion. But could separation be the key to finding the unity God calls us to? Over the last few years, humanity has gained a deeper understanding of isolation and separateness. When the world shut down, we were called to face things in our lives that were once easy to ignore. We were no longer able to lock our skeletons in the closet, avoid our problems with distractions, or drown our demons with vices. God was calling us to sit and be still. We may have felt isolated from the world, but it was in the silence of isolation that we were able to grow closer to God. It was the time in isolation that showed us how unique and different our journey is from those around us. This time also began to reveal ways in which God was calling us to practice our faith in whichever way brought us fulfillment. When the world shut down, I can remember driving to the grounds of St. Augustine Seminary in Bay St. Louis almost every day to pray the rosary. It was how I found peace when I felt surrounded by fear. It is through the same separateness that God is call- ing us to unity today. We are being asked to use the uniqueness of our story to accompany others on their journey towards Jesus. If we want to make a lasting impression of faith and compassion with others, it means going beyond the basics and connecting on a deeper level. One that is unique to each soul we encounter on this journey. Are you going to be one to accept it and allow your individuality to bring you closer to others? Or are you going to reject it and create more friction and resistance to the inevitable? In the upcoming weeks, I challenge you to pay attention to the polarities in your life. Bring an aware- ness to where God is calling you to find balance. If you aren’t sure how to get started, or if this seems overwhelming, here are a few steps that call for mini- mal effort, • Start each day anew. Don’t start your day polluted with yesterday’s garbage. • Pay attention to your emotions throughout the day. • Bring awareness to negative emotions you feel. • At the end of the day, look back and recall how each moment made you feel and how long you carried each moment with you once it had passed. • Ask God to accompany you towards finding more flow in each experience, and less friction. All things will happen as they are meant to, but it’s up to you how easy or difficult the journey towards your destination will be. Ashley Bonney is a member of Most Holy Trinity Parish, Pass Christian. Unique Unity Bonney Guest Columnist