Saturday February 17, 2024: Come follow me

Today’s Readings

I grew up in a very Italian neighborhood in Jersey City, New Jersey. Everyone knew each other or were related or both. Everyone I knew was Italian for the most part. We had very little contact with the outside world. This included becoming familiar with other ethnic groups. We assumed all Jewish people were lawyers or accountants. And we had stereotypes for almost all other nationalities. I won’t go into them here but let’s just say we were ignorant and not so nice. I grew up in a bubble.

This included black people. There was one black student in our grammar school class. And there was also a low income housing project on the outskirts of our neighborhood. We had no significant contact with anyone who lived there. I for one was not trying to be mean. We just associated with “our own kind.” Not proud of it. It was just how it was.

When I went to college at Southern Illinois University I was on my own. I did not know anyone. It was partly what I wanted. I needed to know if I could exist and thrive on my own. Without the crutch of my family. But it was hard. Very hard. I was alone in a very new social structure. The other students in my dorm were either farm boys from central Illinois or from this foreign city called Chicago. No Italians. Heck…no Yankee fans. Many were fans of the Cubs and the White Sox or, God forbid, the St. Louis Cardinals.

What saved me? Basketball. One day, within a week of arriving at school, I was in the courtyard of my dorm shooting baskets. You go to something familiar when uncomfortable and basketball was comfort for me. When out of the blue there appears Ken. Ken was from a south side suburb of Chicago. And, yes, he was black. I was nervous not knowing what to expect. But he spoke my language…basketball. Fade-aways. Baseline drives. Pull up jumpers. We played one-on-one. For hours at a time. Until we became best friends. No way would I have expected to become close to a black person when living in the old neighborhood. But my discomfort was overcome at first by commonality of a shared interest. I had been accepted by Ken at a time in my life where I desperately needed acceptance. Two years ago Elise and I were traveling through Minneapolis on a trip and I recalled that Ken lived in the area. We arranged to meet for lunch and it was like we had never been apart. Picked right up where we left off.

And doesn’t the need for acceptance drive much of our behavior? Finding a familiar person at a party when we know no one. Falling in love with someone who “gets us”. We join clubs to associate with like minded people. Some people take up habits like drinking and smoking in order to be accepted by the in crowd. Getting a tattoo can have the same result. Acceptance into a group as opposed to being a loner. Joining a fraternity or sorority can provide security versus being an independent at college.

Which brings us to today’s Gospel. The calling of Matthew. Matthew was originally called Levi and was a tax collector for the Romans. And he was Jewish. And Jews hated tax collectors since many were dishonest and were thieves. And here was someone who was Jewish himself…turning on his own people. And he was not accepted by the Romans either. He served a purpose for them. He was alone. Wealthy. But alone.

And then came Jesus. It is likely that Jesus had seen Levi and KNEW Levi. Knew the turmoil that he had been experiencing. So when Jesus turns to Levi from out of left field (baseball term meaning “from out of no where”) and asks Levi to follow him, he is ready. Jesus was to Levi what Ken was to me as a loner at college. A light in the darkness. Someone asking him to be a part of something. Something greater than himself. To belong. It was enough of a draw to make Levi give up everything. Money, power and status. In the Bible when someone changes their name, it typically means that they are now on a new path. A new person. Just like Simon became Peter when he began to follow Jesus, Levi became Matthew.

And so it is when we choose to follow Jesus. We become something new. We join a club. In this case, a club of people that stretches across the millenia. Not only those who walk with us today, but also those who have gone before us. The first line of the hymn “Find Us Faithful” says it all:

We’re pilgrims on the journey
Of the narrow road,
And those who’ve gone before us
Line the way.
Cheering on the faithful,
Encouraging the weary

May we be ready, as was Levi, to respond to Jesus’ call and, just as importantly, be ready to call someone else who may be living on the margins and maybe needing someone to ask them to just play some hoops.

About the Author

Hello! My name is John Ciribassi. I live in Carol Stream, IL in the USA. My wife Elise and I are parishioners at Corpus Christi Catholic Church. We have two adult daughters. One lives in Senegal, West Africa with her husband and her 3 sons. The other teaches Anthropology at the University of Oslo, Norway. We also have a home in Mainesburg, Pa in the North Central part of Pennsylvania. My wife and I are both retired veterinarians, and my specialty is in animal behavior. I attended college and veterinary school in Illinois, where I met my wife who is from the Chicago area, and the rest is history! My hobbies include Racquetball, Pickleball, Off Road Motorcycle Riding, Hiking and Camping. I continue to enjoy the opportunity to offer what little insight I have on the scriptures. But I have always felt that the scriptures can speak for themselves. My job is just to shine a little light on them for people who maybe don't have the time to look into the readings deeply. I hope you enjoy and find value in my writings. I continue to be grateful for this opportunity.

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9 Comments

  1. What a moment. I feel as though I have met a few Ken’s in my life. Going away to camp, being chosen to play on a new team, attending a conference. All moments of encounter that I looked for acceptance. Still feeling really good about the call to team Jesus. I can always invite him for a lunch date…like an old friend. Outstanding reflection John. Peace and “hoops” with you my brother.

  2. Thanks Dr. John. I grew up in an Irish and Italian neighborhood in NY. I can totally relate. It took going away to college to open my minds eye to others. My circle of friends and groups has evolved to many different backgrounds, ethnicities, and races but we are all like minded. Its wonderful!

  3. Your reflection John I’m sure hits home for many. Thank You for reminding us that we’re all in this together “Team Jesus!” And the prize is eternal happiness!! Prayers for peace…🙏🏼❣️🙏🏼❣️

  4. John you are a gifted writer. You have a way of bringing up normal life experiences and linking them to the Gospel..you help us get it…

  5. Wonderful reflection John. Alot of us boomers can relate to your description of neighborhoods, their boundaries and social acquaintances. My Ken was named Anthony who became a great friend even though he wasn’t Catholic (chuckle-chuckle) as most of my friends and family were.
    Thanks for sharing.

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