Proclaim God ’s marvelous deeds to all the nations.
To whom? All you lands - the nations - all peoples - the nations - the peoples. Okay, I get it. We are to sing to the Lord a new song and bless his name. We minister to God. After that, we turn to all the nations and announce his salvation and tell his glory. We cannot minister to people until we have gazed upon the beauty and majesty of the Lord. Ministry to God precedes ministry to people.
But all people? Even Bill? I don’t remember his name, so I’ll just call him Bill. Before I became Catholic, I attended Mass most mornings before heading to my office. It was a small, quiet service with a few of the many parishioners. Then Bill appeared. He was homeless and lived in his truck with his German Shepherd. Bill was as welcome as I was but he was clearly different. First, he was loud. Perhaps it was because he had lived by himself for so long or it could have just come to him naturally. My oldest son recently came to live with us after being gone for many years. For most of that time he lived in a tent or a homeless shelter. He is loud. You can hearing him walking up the steps from a mile away. He talks loudly, too. Some of this he gets naturally (I won’t say who he got this from, ahem). But I have had to remind him that his mother and younger brother can’t take noise in the morning so we have to refrain from talking and try to walk the steps more slowly, so that we don’t wake them up.
Bill obviously had some mental challenges, too. At one Sunday Mass he received communion and then turned around and started directing traffic for those behind him in the communion line. You go that way - you go this way. Disruptive might be an under statement. The pastor felt the need to talk to him. He was a bit belligerent and pushed the pastor. Eventually the parishioners couldn’t take him any more and he was banished from the property. I only went to weekday Masses, so I heard about what had happened but wasn’t there enough to see what all had gone on. As the weeks came and went, I forgot about Bill.
Then one evening I attended an ecumenical prayer service. My father had taught me that, if you are not there 20 minutes early, you are late. However, that evening I arrived just before the service was to begin and found only one pew that I could squeeze into. As I sat down, I noticed the person who was directly behind me; it was Bill. This could get interesting, I thought. During the service we prayed, sang songs, and heard some brief reflections on the scriptures. I’m not sure that Bill heard a word of what was being said or sung. The whole time he was on his knees (thus, his face was close to the back of my head) and the whole night he kept saying simply, “O God, I’m so sorry - I’m so sorry. Forgive me Lord, I’m so sorry.”
I never saw Bill again. I do not know where he went or what eventually happened to him. But I felt like that Pharisee who prayed something like, “God, I am so glad that I am not like other men, especially men like Bill.” I feel fairly certain that Bill went home justified that night. I went home with a radically changed perspective.
Proclaim God’s marvelous deeds to all peoples. Even Bill? Yes, even Bill, especially Bill, although I came to think that I needed to hear God’s word more than Bill.
May God have mercy on us all.
George Butterfield
I served as the Legal Reference Librarian at the Creighton University Law School Library from August, 2007, until August of 2017. I also taught Legal Research to first year law students and Advanced Legal Research to second and third year law students. In August of 2017 I took the position of Director of Evangelization and Catechesis for the St. John the Baptist Catholic Church in Edmond, Oklahoma, and served in that capacity until Covid hit and the church staff was cut in half. Recently I took a position with the St. Gerald Catholic Church in Omaha, Nebraska, and my wife and I moved back to the Omaha suburb of Papillion.
My wife, Deb, and I have been married since 1970. She grew up in Oklahoma City and I migrated south from southwestern Pennsylvania. God has blessed us with three children, four living grandchildren, and one great-grandchild. I spent the first thirty years of our marriage as a minister so our family moved a lot. We have lived in several states, including Pennsylvania, Oklahoma, Texas, Colorado, and California.
I enjoy walking, reading, listening to audio books, playing with my Pekingnese, Max, my Maltese-Schnauzer, Blaise, and seeing my grandkids grow up. I am a Catholic deacon, having been ordained by Archbishop George Lucas on May 5, 2012.
There is nothing to compare with reflecting on scripture. I feel privileged to participate in these daily reflections. Although we don’t know whether or not St. Francis ever said it, one idea associated with him is that we preach the gospel always and, when necessary, use words. May these reflections be gospel words, good news, of our gracious Lord Jesus Christ.
