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Gospel: Matthew 16: 13-19
When Jesus went into the region of Caesarea Philippi
he asked his disciples,
“Who do people say that the Son of Man is?”
They replied, “Some say John the Baptist, others Elijah,
still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.”
He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?”
Simon Peter said in reply,
“You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”
Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah.
For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father.
And so I say to you, you are Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my Church,
and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it.
I will give you the keys to the Kingdom of heaven.
Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven;
and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”
The Gospel of the Lord.
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You’ve probably heard the old saying, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” It reminds me of my own journey, which has led me to priesthood and, thankfully, here to St. Pius X.
Eleven years ago, I stepped into Saint Peter’s Basilica in Rome, where I was ordained a deacon. There I made three promises: prayer, celibacy, and obedience to my bishop and his successors, promises which I reaffirmed at my priestly ordination a few months later.
Ordination was single step – a critical step – in my ongoing journey of a thousand miles.
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In today’s Gospel, Peter takes a dramatic step in his own faith journey. After professing his belief that Jesus is the Christ, the Lord says to him, “You are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it.”
This becomes the greatest honor – and most demanding responsibility – of Peter’s life. After the Lord’s death and resurrection, it will be Peter who leads the Church here on earth.
A herculean task if you consider where it all began.
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Peter first met Jesus on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. He was an ordinary fisherman, who dropped his nets, left his family and his own plans behind, drawn by two simple words:
“Follow me.”
Jesus didn’t appeal to Peter’s head, which too often got in his way, but to his feet:
“Follow me.”
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Sometime after that initial summons, Peter found himself without Jesus as he and the other disciples drifted aimlessly in the night on the same stormy Sea of Galilee.
Suddenly, Jesus appeared to them, walking on the water. He invited Peter to step out of his boat and do the same. Peter needed to use his feet, not his head.
But the second he started to rationalize what was happening, he sank. “O, you of little faith,” Jesus says, “why did you doubt?”
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Later, at the Last Supper, Jesus knelt down to wash those same sinking feet. It became a type of ordination, reminding Peter of the responsibility that would come with the keys the Lord placed in his hands.
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After Pentecost, filled with the Holy Spirit, Peter led the Church until the year 64 AD, when the crazed emperor, Nero, started burning Rome to the ground, blaming Christians for the destruction.
Tradition tells us that, fearing for his own life again, Peter fled the city. Near the city gates, Jesus appeared to him – as he once did to other disciples on the Road to Emmaus – asking, Quo Vadis? … “Where are you going?”
Resolved not to deny his Lord a fourth time, Peter’s feet turned his head and body around, leading him back into the burning city, ready to embrace his destiny.
There’s a church marking that decisive moment in Peter’s life. I’ve prayed there a few times.
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After he’s captured, Peter is condemned to death by crucifixion.
But feeling unworthy of dying like his Lord, Peter asks his executioners for one final request: to turn him upside down.
There, in the heart of Rome, in the center of worldly power, he finally saw the world like his Master – topsy turvy, upside down, right-side up.
Those feet that once accepted the Lord’s call, “Follow me,” were prepared to take their final step.
Those same feet that sank fearfully into the waters of the Sea of Galilee, were turned upward in hope, pointing to where his heart now belonged – the heavens.
There, on that awkward, quickly assembled cross, Peter preached his final sermon not with words, but with his life.
His journey of a thousand miles came to its faithful conclusion. In the words of Saint Paul, he fought the good fight, he ran the race to the finish, he kept the faith.
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Today’s feast of Peter and Paul begs the question, “Where are we on our own journey of faith?”
Are we standing idly on the shores of Galilee waiting for our mission, waiting to be called? Are we sinking fearfully into the turbulent waters of fear? Have we resolved to follow Jesus at any cost, even if that means returning to Rome as it is engulfed in flames?
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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
Here, we journey together. Step by step. Day by day.
Like Peter, may we learn to follow the Lord in the most authentic way possible …
Together.
Feet first.
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