Thought for the week


 a film.

Some years ago, a film hit the cinemas in which all the characters in this imagined town could only speak the truth, except for one figure. When he uses his capacity to tell lies, he upsets the whole social balance of the town. The film was both funny and entertaining. And behind the comedy was a subtle message. Suppose we all told the truth. Children do that: ‘The priest has hair like granddad and a big nose, Mammy,’ a little boy, hiding behind his mother’s skirt, once remarked, in the course of my house-to-house visitation. Hmm, out-of-the-mouths-of-babes

   We expect the truth from each other, especially those in close relationship: Lipstick on your Collar can lead to the divorce court. We expect politicians to tell the truth: if they say they won’t dance with Mary Lou, then after the election we expect they will be faithful to their word. (I’d say Mary Lou is a great dancer, after all didn’t Ricky Nelson have a hit song about her back in ’58 )   

   Well, believe it or not, purity of intention seems to be close to what Jesus is on about in today’s gospel. Fantasy or a brave new world where your word is your bond? Take your pick. 

   Doesn’t all this have echoes of – do you remember John Lennon’s Imagine. (I know – it was before your time! Pull the other one)

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one,

I hope some day you will join us

And the world will be as one.

Jesus of Nazareth was a dreamer also, and he too prayed that the world would be one.

Fr William