| How beautiful on the
mountains are the feet of those who bring good news! |
| --Isaiah
52:7 |

Funeral Homily for Sr. Mary Ambrose,
in celebration of her life.
In the first reading we heard: "How beautiful on the mountain
are the feet of those who bring the good news" (Isaiah: 52:7). This describes
our lives, the story of the human race. We all climb the mountain of life and leave
our footprints behind for those who come after us. We can do this because of the
footprints of those who went before us, those on whose shoulders we stand.
Of course, the most prominent footprints on the mountain of life
are those of Jesus, the footprints made when he walked the earth. Jesus’
footprints are all over the mountain reminding us of the good news: "God
wins." No matter what, God wins! Nothing, no thing, no evil, can
overtake God. And that’s not all: We are made in God’s image and we are
one with God (John: 17), so we win too!
Nothing - no thing - sickness, fear, divorce, separation of
any kind, death - nothing need overtake us, throw us into despair, kill us - and the
footprints of Jesus throughout his life remind us of the reality - God wins!
At times life can get difficult, seemingly impossible - times when
we cannot go on, cannot take another step up the mountain of life - all we have to
do is put our feet in the footprints of Jesus and be carried up the mountain.
No one knew this better than Sister Mary Ambrose. She surely
placed her footsteps in those of Jesus, especially in her times of illness, and she
let him carry her up the mountain.
Perhaps the experience of being carried aloft came from her own
footprints placed on the mountain. I can think of two footprints left by Sister. The
first footprint is the practical and the second footprint is the profound. These two
footprints capture many aspects of Sister’s life and the two footprints walked
together in a wonderful rhythm.
Ambrose’s spirituality was earthy, rooted on the solid earth.
She had her two feet planted on the ground, anchored in reality. Her spirituality
came from the daily experiences of life - her practical side. She lived the saying:
"Just do it!" long before Nike came on the scene. She did everything well
and in practical, sensible, concrete and clear ways.
Add to this a deep love of people, a compassion and concern for
those with whom and for whom she ministered. This compassion and concern came from
the profound footprint, those times of silence and solitude - times of prayer and
reflection.
Ambrose integrated well the practical and the profound. The
practical without the profound could lead to rigidity, to emphasis of things over
people, of using people. On the other hand, the profound without the practical could
lead to pious platitudes, which negate the intimate relationship with Jesus. We know
that Ambrose was not prone to pious platitudes -- in fact, I doubt that she uttered
one in her whole life.
The combination of the practical and the profound allowed Ambrose
to see God’s hand in everyday life. For Ambrose, God was surely transcendent, as
sung in "How Great Thou Art!" However, God was also immanent, close, and
very personal.
She
experienced Jesus walking with her, knowing her, knowing her pain -- and eventually
Jesus led her in his footprints up the mountain of life.
In the gospel that Sister picked to be read today, Jesus says:
"If you declare me before men and women I will declare you before your Father
in heaven."
Ambrose, your whole life - a labor of love - was a declaration of
the compassion and love of Jesus. Now may you experience that same love and
compassion face-to-face as Jesus brings you to the Father.
"How beautiful upon the mountain are the feet are
those who bring Good News." Ambrose, your footprints now shine brilliantly on
the mountain of life. You leave those footprints for us - a reminder that God wins!
We, your family, your sisters, and your friends, thank you for your faith-filled life
- a true labor of love.
Go now in peace, faithful friend of God, take our love
with you into paradise, may God’s holy angels lead you to the wide, waiting arms of
our God, to the wide, waiting arms of your Mom and Dad.