No Matter How Small

Homily for First Holy Communion on the Solemnity of the Ascension of the Lord
Preached on June 1, 2014 at Saint Andrew Catholic Church, Harrodsburg KY
Readings: Acts of the Apostles 1:1-11; Psalm 47:2-3, 6-7, 8-9; Ephesians 1:17-23; Matthew 28: 16-20

On a day like today,
please allow me to use
a story I once read
that was written by Seuss.

It’s about an elephant—
Horton was his name—
who defended the truth
regardless the shame.

Again and again
he said to them all:
“A person’s a person,
no matter how small.
There’s a town-full of people
in this tiny speck of dust.
I’ll let no harm come to them.
I’ll protect them; that’s a must.”

But, they thought he was crazy.
They said he was a fool.
They all ganged up on him
in the Jungle of Nool.
They grabbed him and tied him
and hauled him to a cage,
yet he never gave up
in the face of that rage.
He clung to that dust speck.
He would not let it go.
He would not deny them.
He said: “No! No! No!
If only you would listen,
you would hear what I have heard.
If only,” Horton pleaded,
“you would take me at my word.”

“None of us can see them,”
the animals all frowned.
“None of us can hear them:
these people in your town.
It’s all make-believe;
none of it is true.
This all has to stop.
That’s our point of view.”

horton2Poor Horton cried out
to the mayor of that town:
“Let every Who shout
or else you will drown!
The monkeys will take you
and drop your town in
a hot steaming kettle.
That’ll do you all in.”

So every Who in Who-ville
made such a great noise
‘coz every Who in Who-ville
had no other choice.
They needed everybody.
They needed every voice.
They needed little Jojo
to help them make that noise.

It was then that all heard it.
They heard it loud and clear.
None of them could deny it.
“There are people right here,”
the Animals agreed.
None of them would expect
a town full of people
in a tiny dust speck.

Perhaps, that’s the problem
in our world today.
“To see is to believe.”
That’s what they all say.
They reject and ignore
the things in our Creed,
the way that we pray,
the things we believe.
Yet, some things are there
though they may not see them.
Some things are true
though others deny them.

They say we are crazy
like Horton the good
to see in Communion
our heavenly food.
They can’t look beyond
the simple bread and wine
to see the Body and Blood
of our dear Lord divine.
If only they would listen,
if only they would hear,
the words of our Lord Jesus
spoken right here:
“This is My Body…
This is My Blood” (cf. Mt. 26:26-28; Mk. 14:22, 24; Lk. 22:19-20; Jn. 6:55; 1 Cor. 11:24-25).
These are the gifts
that come from our God.

Some will tie up and cage us
to make us change our minds.
Some will laugh and taunt us
and kick our sore behinds.
But, like dear old Horton,
let’s stand tall and firm.
We won’t let anything
ever make us squirm.
We know the truth
and the truth sets us free (cf. Jn. 18:32).
We have to share it.
That’s our mission, you see.
It’s what the Lord Jesus
before going to Heaven
had said at the mountain
to us and the Eleven (cf. Mt. 28:16).
“Go out and proclaim
the Good News to all!” (cf. Mt. 28:19-20)
Every little voice counts,
no matter how small.


~ by Fr. Noel F. Zamora on Sunday, June 1, 2014.

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