Bozos Smart Enough to Feel Stupid

Two pictures appear in today’s Holy Mass readings which stunningly oppose each other.

On the one hand: The whitewashed tombs that hold dead bones and every kind of filth. The image represents the self-righteous hypocrisy of the Pharisees that Lord Jesus was excoriating at the time.

On the other hand: the words of Psalm 139.

Lord you search me and you know me. Where can I flee from you? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I sink to the nether world, you are present there. If I take the wings of the dawn; if I settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall guide me, and your right hand hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall hide me, and night shall be my light’ –For you darkness itself is not dark, and night shines as the day.

As Switchfoot put it in their song “Dare You to Move,” Where do you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go?

Honesty. With oneself. How can we possibly achieve such a highly unusual accomplishment? Don’t we have to admit that the moment when we think we have finally become 100% truthful with ourselves is precisely when we lie?

brunelleschi_crucifixAfter all, as Eminem put it: Dumb it down? I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how. At least I know I don’t know. Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid. Hope so.

How about this for a definition of hypocrite: The hypocrite = the one who does not live in a constant conversation with God the Father of mercies.

Faith in the Crucified can cure human hypocrisy; nothing else can. Because His mercy must come first. We have no hope of achieving honesty with ourselves unless we believe in God’s mercy. The inside of the tomb is simply too much to handle without it.

But: He died to atone for all my sins. Because I know that; because I believe that He can forgive and will—then I can have the courage to go inside and pick up all the dead bones and worms and snakes and cricket carcasses and show them to the One Who sees everything. Because I know that as soon as I show them to Him, they go away.

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