18th Sunday Homily - There is so much more...
A long time ago, in a parish far far away, I received an emergency call. Someone was dying and they wanted “last rites”. That phrase “last rites” as opposed to “anointing” alerted me that this was probably someone who was a bit older and had not learned the change in vocabulary. I also did not recognize the name, as they lived out in Stagecoach and I was in Fernley. So I drove there, knocked on the door, and was greeted by the wife, probably late 60’s. It was her husband who was dying, not immediately, but was nonetheless. He too was in his late 60’s. He was awake and alert, so I engaged in a little conversation. Asking them if they went to St. Ann’s in Dayton. “No…” he said. “I was baptized Catholic, but never really went to church. I just know I am supposed to get this when I die.” So I sighed inwardly, and then did the “magic” act, because I knew from experience they would not know the prayers or responses. I tried to do a little explanation of this, but... Then afterwa...