Jim Mayzik SJ                   Everything Matters
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Current homilies

You can find a recording (with images) of my latest homilies here. There are also written forms of some of my older homilies below.

Transfiguration on the #3 train.

It was cold and it had been threatening to rain sleet all day. The darkness of the skies matched the mood that had descended upon me. The news was depressing—over a thousand deaths from the virus, the markets in disarray, angry arguments over politics.

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Love and forgiveness is a choice.

You may have noticed a frequent petitionary prayer in our liturgies these last few weeks.  It’s a prayer related to our election year conversations. Last week we prayed: Dear Jesus, in these days of division, help us to be unifiers in your love. Give us grace to control our anger, that we may never be insulting or rude to one another, and that we never write one another off.

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It begins with a leap.

So what would be your dream of an adventure? Jumping out of an airplane? Going to Disneyworld?  Skiing in Aspen?  Driving cross country with your best friend, your partner, your dog?  If we could make that happen right now, would you go, right now?  If not, why not?

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Come thou long expected one.

A week before Christmas there was a full moon over the city, and beautiful moonlight with it, across the rooftops of apartment buildings, over the waters gleaming in the East river, through the treetops wavering in the night wind, casting living light patterns on the grass of Madison Square Park.

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A Christmas Story

I guess I can’t really complain.  I’ve been blessed.  I had it all at one time—a house, a beauty of a pickup truck, the wife and kids, the dogs. A job that paid well enough. I always had cash in my wallet. And let me tell you, I was generous with my family, gave lots to friends in need.  And then.  Then.  Then it all turned sour.  I lost it all, everyone, everything.  I’m not saying I’m innocent.  I screwed up, I know that now.

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I am Harry Potter

Some mornings, I get up from bed, look out the window, watch the dark night sky begin to slowly glow lighter on the horizon.  I grab my wand from the nightstand, and I am Harry Potter, I wand-command the sun to rise upon the day, higher and higher, brighter and brighter, and soon the whole world is awake and shining on muggles and wizards, and another day has begun.

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Clothes don't really make the man.

Have you seen them?  They’re everywhere, these pop up Spirit Halloween stores.  Like zombies inhabiting dead bodies they have moved into the empty shells of former banks, Duane Reades, Dean and Deluccas.  These next few days will be wild for them and their temporary employees. 

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Old eyes.

I woke up one morning this past summer and had a little trouble focusing my eyes, even after I got my trusty glasses on.  It was like intermittent blurriness, and for a few moments I had to keep blinking, closing one eye, then the other, until it finally cleared up.

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A Church that is poor, for the poor.

We were getting some pizza in a restaurant in Manhattan, an excuse to catch up with a long-time friend.  I had warned him that the place wasn’t too fancy, but the pizza is awesome. I like it because it is so simple: great super thin crust; secret recipe tomato sauce, rich in flavor; and some very fresh mozzarella.

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A drop of clean water.

When I was a baby Jesuit novice, I spent a summer working in a wonderful hospital in the Bronx called Calvary.  It is a hospital for people with advanced cancer---cancer which cannot be cured.  From the beginning it was about easing their pain and their suffering, but it was also about providing them with love and dignity in their final days, not unlike the Houses of the Dying that Mother Teresa established all over the world. I witnessed firsthand what an extraordinary place Calvary Hospital was, and still is.  

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Size and perspective.

I have to tell you about Honeyland, a film that blew me away so much that I had to go see it again last night.  It’s an astonishing documentary, a visual poem, about a woman in rural Macedonia, who supports herself and her ailing ancient mother by selling honey from the bees that she cares for with love.

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Prince of Peace and God of Power and Might.

I presided at the wedding of one of my former students yesterday, and the church was full. Do you know how rare it is, first of all, to have a wedding in a Catholic church these days, much less have one with over 200 people in the pews? Young Catholics regularly now choose destination weddings on a beach or in an exotic location overseas, presided over by their best friend or their father. 

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It's a matter of love.

A week ago when we were at our Alpha Retreat in Connecticut, we passed the city of Bridgeport, and I saw signs for an event called Swim Across the Sound. They do it every year—hundreds of swimmers racing across 16 miles of the Long Island Sound to raise millions of dollars for cancer care. Three years ago I was there, not to race, but to film it all from a boat.

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