Farewell Father Martello!

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For our homily this week, I’d like to post the excerpt bellow from Father Martello’s Farewell Mass held at St. Joseph Parish in Amherst this past Sunday, June 28th.

-Fr. Michael Denk

 

Well, it is with great joy that we are here and we have Father Martello here with us to celebrate his retirement mass for all of his years of service. For Father Martello’s last mass here, please turn your cell phones off and ringers off at this time. We are so glad and delighted to celebrate this. We have Father Weber here with us, and our Deacon as well, Deacon Dan. So as we begin to celebrate this celebration, we take a moment and call to mind our sins, and we ask the Lord to grant us his pardon and peace…. 

 

Well, buddy, it’s here. Who would have thought; who would have thought that I would get to be here for this, and who would have thought you would be retiring? A lot can change in six months’ time.

 

Farewell to Father Martello

My first memory of Father Martello, while I would like to say it was in my home parish as he was at Holy Family in Parma, but he left in ’77, and I was born in ’79 -so I actually don’t remember him from my home parish. However, over the years he would come back and I would get to experience him and know him -but I really didn’t know him well; I knew of him and I knew of his legend. I didn’t really know him until I actually came here to St. Joseph. 

 

The first time we really began to know each other was about a week before I started my assignment -you come and you meet the parish and you meet the pastor and the staff. When I walked into the office the first thing I saw was Father Martello’s picture, his portrait, on the office wall. As I walked in, the door opened and Father Martello came and he gave me a big bear hug and I knew I was home. I felt like, from that first moment of meeting him, that I was going to be truly welcome here and at home here. You have made this really a home for me, Father Martello. So I thank you for that! As parishioners, I know that he’s done that for many of you too. He has made this a home for all of you for the last 26 years. I think about that need that we all have to be touched, the need that we all have to feel love.

In the Gospel, we hear two experiences of this. One is a woman who touches Jesus and another is one who Jesus touches.

The woman who touches Jesus is just yearning, she reaches out for Him and she gets this notion that if I could just touch the cloak or His tassel, I could be healed. So amidst of this whole crowd swarming around Jesus and pressing upon Him, somehow or another she manages to get through and touch Him. At that moment she’s healed, and the power drains out of Jesus. He feels the power come out of Him through touch. 

The other moment is when Jairus asks Jesus to come visit his daughter. He says to Jesus, “If you could just touch my daughter, she would be healed.”  And Jesus responds, “Do not be afraid. Just have faith.” As a father, Jairus had this longing to have Jesus touch his daughter, to lay His hands on her so that she may be healed.We all have this sense of the power of touch and the healing that it could do.

I’ve seen this especially in the last six months. As Father Martello has been in and out of the hospital and rehab, he’s been so good to me and allowing me to care for him. At one point he said, “I’m so sorry you have to do this.” And I said then, and I say now, what a privilege. What a privilege it is to be able to care for a brother priest. In some small way, I’ve been able to care for him. Of course there are others helping much more than I, but what a privilege it is to be able to care someone you love. 

I think about your hands, Father Martello, and all the Sacraments that you performed over the years. Just think for a moment about the countless children that he has baptized; the countless times that he’s laid hands on someone for confession; the countless times he’s anointed. There were times in the last six months that I’ve anointed him, that I’ve laid hands on him and blessed him. And there’s even times I’ve asked him to anoint me and to pray with and over me, to calm my anxieties. He’s been such a wonderful pastor to me and a wonderful pastor to all of us. 

I think about this touch. God gave us the Sacraments, ultimately, so he could touch us. God wants us to know what His touch feels like. At some point throughout our lives, I think we all encounter a moment where we wish we could be physically touched by God; we wish we could be held by God; we wish God would sometimes come and give us a hug when we are going through a rough time; we wish God had skin so that He could actually touch us. 

We find that in the Sacraments we do, each and every Sacrament involves touch.Think about a baptism. The priest actually takes the child into his hands and pours the water over the infant. “I baptize you in the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”  Some of you as adults got to experience that with Father Martello through the wonderful work that he did with RCIA.

At the end of every confession, the priests lays hands on the penitents and says, “I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”  I think about the power of touch. At that moment, I know Father Martello would see, just as me, a person’s body relax and release as the Holy Spirit comes over them.

In the Sacrament of the Eucharist, our source and summit, the priest’s hands pick up the bread and wine, and in those very hands they transform into the body and blood of Christ. The married couples that he has blessed over the years. The priest’s hands are extended over them in blessing. And then I think about the final burial- the hands are there to touch the casket, and to comfort the family members.

Over the years, 25 of them here at St. Joe’s, Father Martello has baptized 945 people; he sat in the confessional for over 945 hours; he has given children 2,196 First Communions; he’s seen over 1,354 Confirmed; and he has married 270 couples -all just here at St. Joseph. He has even had a newly ordained priest with Father Joe Warner and laid hands over priests. Father Martello has celebrated over 9,126 masses here at St. Joe’s, and he’s probably buried many of your loved ones. Over all of these times, I think about God’s touch, God’s beautiful touch through Father Martello’s hands -which is why, I want to end with a poem called “The Beautiful Hands of the Priest.” 

The Beautiful Hands of a Priest

 

We need them in life’s early morning,
We need them again at its close;
We feel their warm clasp of true friendship,
We seek it while tasting life’s woes. 

 

When we come to this world we are sinful,
The greatest as well as the least.
And the hands that make us pure as angels
Are the beautiful hands of a priest. 

 

At the altar each day we behold them,
And the hands of a king on his throne
Are not equal to them in their greatness
Their dignity stands alone. 

 

For there in the stillness of morning
Ere the sun has emerged from the east,
There God rests between the pure fingers
Of the beautiful hands of a priest. 

 

When we are tempted and wander
To pathways of shame and sin
‘Tis the hand of a priest that absolve us.
Not once but again and again. 

 

And when we are taking life’s partner
Other hands may prepare us a feast
But the hands that will bless and unite us,
Are the beautiful hands of a priest. 

 

God bless them and keep them all holy,
For the Host which their fingers caress,
What can a poor sinner do better
Than to ask Him who chose them to bless 

 

When the death dews on our lids are falling,
May our courage and strength be increased
By seeing raised o’er us in blessing
The beautiful hands of a priest.
Father Martello, we thank you for all the times that you have touched us and blessed us, and we thank you for the many times that your hands have been the ones that have brought the body of Christ into this world. Through your hands, we have experienced the Sacraments. We thank you very much for your years of service, not only here at St. Joe’s, but throughout the Diocese of Cleveland.

-Fr. Michael Denk
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TODAY’S SUNDAY READING: June 21, 2015

-Twelfth Sunday in Ordinary Time -

 

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Jesus woke up, rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Quiet! Be still!”
Mark 4: 35-41

Water stories in the Bible are always about more than just water. Original Chaos is first limited when the firmament is set in the heavens to divide waters above from those below. The creation of dry land further corrals the authority of watery Chaos. Land is safe and tame territory compared with the wildly tossing seas. The fear of water, which many of us have instinctively, is an unconscious fear of being drowned or lost.

Divine authority over water is established repeatedly in the Bible: in the Creation story, in the dividing of the Red sea, and in the crossing of the Jordan into the promised land. The prophet Elijah presides over a drought and also its divinely ordained ending. In the New Testament, Jesus calms the storm and also later walks on water. Both are ways to demonstrate that the power of Chaos has no authority when Jesus is around. All of which reminds us that we don’t have to worry about the power of Chaos in history both personal and communal. Jesus has
the authority to hush any storm, and to quiet every sea.

Where do you see chaos operating in the world today?
What part of your life feels in thrall to chaos?

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