1. Day 200 - I've been a priest for 200 days. What's it like to be a newly-ordained Catholic priest in the 21st century? Here's a look by the numbers:

    ~330 Confessions (including hearing >60 in one sitting)
    243 Masses (and nearly that many homilies)
    214 Tweets and Retweets (@TylerTenbarge)
    134 Posts on Instagram (@tylertenbarge)
    28 Anointings of the Sick
    19 Blog Posts
    10 Baptisms
    8 Funeral Masses & Prayer Services
    6 Penance Services
    5 Retreats
    2 Official Assignments from the Bishop: St.  John the Baptist Parish and Memorial High School
    2 Concelebrated two priestly ordinations
    1 occasion of offering Viaticum to the dying
    Plus more dinners with parish families, sporting events at Memorial, meetings, trips through SJB School, visits with the seminarians, emergency calls to hospitals, and hours in prayer than I can count.
    And it all began with One Call and the only response that makes any sense >>"Yes, Lord."



  2. SUMMARY: If we realize the gift of God in Christmas, then our lives will change. We won’t just love the songs and material elements of Christmas. If we let the fullness of the Christmas story—our God breaking through and being born unto us, being born within our hearts… if that’s what happens this Christmas for you, then we will indeed love Christmas, because we will love the Lord.



    Christmas Homily


    I love Christmas. Who doesn’t?

    We have Christmas songs like jingle bells and silent night everywhere, even on Country radio; and if you don’t like country music, I wouldn’t recommend listening to it during the holidays (although I like it just fine!).

    We have nativity scenes with shepherds and wise men and as many sheep and cows and donkeys as come with the set.

    We get dressed up. Little girls in their shiny dresses and bows and ribbons in their perfectly—or once-perfectly curled hair. Boys with ties that are never tight and pants that are too short or too big, but still look great on Christmas.

    Families gathered like chicks under the wings of mama hens and piled into our church and gift-giving galore.

    Who doesn’t love Christmas?

    In the midst of all of this, do we forget the Christmas story? I don’t mean the details. We know those: the Angel visits Mary, Joseph stays with Mary, they find no room and then the Child of God is born unto the world. We know that, but do we… do we know it? Has Christmas, has the Baby born in the stable entered into our hearts?


    A few weeks before Christmas in 1988, an earthquake devastated the northwestern section of Armenia. An estimated 25,000 people were killed. In one small town, just after the earthquake, a father rushed to his son's school where he had earlier dropped him off for classes. When the father arrived, he found that the school had been completely leveled. There was no sign of life. All that remained was a pile of rubble, rising dust, and utter silence.

    Like every other morning when he dropped off his son, he said, “No matter what, I will come for you when you need me.” It was kind of his motto. “I will come for you.”

    Though the prospect of finding his son appeared hopeless, the father began desperately prying concrete walls, removing rubble, and digging under beams in the place where he believed his son’s classroom had once stood. Other parents helped at first, crying out, “My son!” and “My daughter!”

    After several hours, no person was found alive. Despair set it. Many parents and volunteers started going home. Some told that father to go home, that there was no chance that anyone could survive this. He responded, “I made my son a promise that I’d be there for him anytime he needed me, and I won’t give up.”

    And so this relentless father worked alone. He simply had to know for himself whether his boy was alive or dead. After six hours of digging, no signs of life. Six hours quickly became nine hours. Nine hours became 12 hours, and so on. Around the clock, through the night, this loving father searched for his child. Then, after 38 hours of tireless digging through the collapsed school, he heaved away a heavy piece of concrete, and his heart nearly stopped.

    A child’s voice—his child’s voice—could be heard faintly under the rubble.
    Dad! It's me!
    The father’s heart burst with joy. He yelled back to his son that he was here and wasn’t going to leave him.

    The boy had been spared by a tent-like pocket that had formed over top of him, keeping heavy chunks of concrete and metal from crushing down upon him.

    But he wasn’t alone.

    Through his own tears, this father heard his son’s tired voice call to his classmates trapped under the debris with him, saying,
    I told you that He would come!

    Christmas is like God’s great rescue operation. From the beginning of time, since the Creation of the world, since the Breath of God expanded the soul of Adam and created Eve, our God has desperately searched for us. He sent us prophets like Jonah who taught us how to live and patriarchs like Moses who guided us out of slavery. He sent us kings like David to govern all things well and priests like Aaron and Melchizedek to offer sacrifices for the times when we failed, and then, in the fullness of time, he came to us himself…
    An utterance of a terrifying angel to a virgin trembling in her parent’s home…
    From the lips of a being without flesh comes the Word of God, the Son of God, God himself in the flesh…
    A mighty king descending his lofty throne to enter into his Creation in an outpost town, upon a bed of straw.
    That, my friends, that is the Christmas story! That is the gift of Christmas! That God loves us so much that he couldn’t bear to teach and lead from afar or through intermediaries a moment longer, and so he came to us Himself.

    But that’s only Part One of the two-part theodrama. Now, we must ask: are we—are you—ready to receive His gift?

    Take a look at your life right now. What tent-like hole are you trapped inside? What burdens or habits or things or people or doubts or struggles bury you under the weight of crushing darkness? Christmas isn’t about presenting ourselves as clean and strong. Christmas is about the stable of our lives into which the Lord of the Heavens and Earth longs to be born! Let him find you. We know how the Christmas story begins. It begins in Bethlehem, it begins with a birth. But letting him find you here in this church, in your life right now... that is how the Christmas story ends, how it finds its fullness—
    When shepherds hear the Gloria of the angels and make their way to stumble upon the stable…
    When cattle low and drummer boys play on…
    When bells ring, the night is silent, and choirs of heaven rejoice in Heaven, on earth, in our churches, and even on country radio…
    When wise men and wise women come with gifts, great gifts, precious gifts of their heart, their mind, their strength and come to him from far off lands…

    Lands of wandering from our God without contact at a church or in prayer in months, maybe years…
    Lands where social or personal or interpersonal earthquakes have separated us from family and from love and from a fuller life…
    Lands of anger and fear and frustration and hurt—real hurt—real hurt
    Lands that are just too cold and far-flung now…
    Lands we want to forsake…
    Today is Christmas Day! Christmas Day! The day of our salvation! The day to let our desperate and relentless Father pull off the rubble and beams and walls that separate you from Him. To let him find you in your dark, smelly, beast-filled stable in the outpost town you’ve lodged within for far too long.

    Because that is the Christmas storythat’s why He sent His Son two thousand years ago.

    I love Christmas, and that’s why. Yes for the gifts and songs and everything else, but really because Christmas, if we believe in Christ and if we live like we believe in Him... well there is no greater gift.



  3. Holy Hour for Vocations – Evening Prayer and Adoration before the Priestly Ordination of Deacon Homero Rodriguez
    Philippians 4:4-5

    About two years ago, after a daily Mass at Saint Meinrad Seminary and School of Theology, we students and monks processed out of our many chapel doorways and gathered in the long, narrow narthex. It was Noon, and we recited the Angelus before the gaze of Our Lady. A fellow student made an introduction of someone who was new to the Holy Hill and said this new guy was or would soon be connected with the Diocese of Evansville. So, I made my way to say hello.

    “I’m Tyler. I’m studying for the Diocese of Evansville. What is your name?” That is when Deacon Homero Rodriguez replied back to this English-speaking, southern Indiana farm kid with, “I’m Homer.”

    “Homer?”

    “Yeah, it’s probably easier for you than “Homero”.

    Soon to be Father Homero or Padre Rodriguez had arrived a few hours before that meeting, and he was already… he was already so conscious of the culture of another person that he even introduced himself in my native tongue. He was an incarnation of bridging culture, of reaching people, much like Our Lady of Guadalupe to an indigenous Mexican peasant years ago. Deacon Homero’s introduction spoke volumes to me that day, and, Dcn. Homero, your presence as a bridge-builder between the Latin culture and the culture of our Diocese has spoken volumes in which we truly rejoice.

    St. Paul exhorts the people of Philippi to “Rejoice in the Lord always! I say it again. Rejoice!”

    It’s the third Sunday of Advent—Gaudete Sunday—a Sunday of celebratory hope nearing Christ’s coming at Christmas.

    It’s the evening of the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe—a celebration recalling Mary’s coming in the likeness of an indigenous American, and of her gentle and powerful intercession ever since.

    It’s the evening before an ordination, a priestly ordination of a would-be missionary who is now a native son, a new priest who has come to serve God and Christ’s Church here in the Diocese of Evansville.

    Rejoice? I think we’ve got have plenty of reasons to heed the Apostle’s command this evening. It’s a celebratory occasion. It’s easy to rejoice right now. But is that all the rejoicing He calls us to?

    I’m a big fan of soccer, and the team I cheer for from Seattle, the Sounders, won the MLS Cup last night in a below-freezing match in Toronto, Canada. This Cup is the biggest prize in North American soccer, and Seattle has had great seasons but had never before claimed the Championship. As each member of the team received the trophy and hoisted it high above his head, you could see muscles in each player’s neck, face, legs, arms straining with satisfaction, with great joy. Their whole selves were in that celebration.

    Have you ever felt that joyful?

    We long to heed St. Paul’s exhortation to rejoice always, and that longing for deep and satisfying joy is exactly what we find when we give ourselves to God when we follow His unique call in each of our lives.

    I don’t need to tell you that God created us—me, you—not generally, but individually, specifically, with a personal call to holiness. Many of us have already made permanent commitments to our vocations. Some of us are in training. Some of us are merely testing the waters of God’s deep, frightening, yet attractive whisper to our hearts. Some of us are probably hearing tonight that you are called for the first time, in any meaningful way.

    Yet no matter whether we’ve lived 40 years in our vocation of marriage or whether we are picking out engagement rings, whether we are a priest of six months or a seminarian of two or four or ten years, no matter whether we are hiding from God or finally letting the thinnest crack finally grow down the center of our hearts, know this: when we give ourselves to God, when we trust his word and answer without fear, every muscle in our body, every song inside our soul, every dream we thought possible and every hope for which we have ever longed—all of it, all of it will be caught up in Divine joy. As Our Lady instructed Juan Diego, "Go and put all your efforts into this."

    What if Saint Paul’s command for our lives to ‘rejoice always’ was not just a command?

    What if rejoicing is God’s invitation—His deep and desperate invitation that our world might become a better place?

    What if the Lord was offering us our surest way to peace, true peace now, and that we might have eternal life to come?

    And what if that command—to 'rejoice always'—was but God’s way of giving us victory, that his infinite love and mercy might so capture you and me that we would lift our hearts like trophies over our heads, and straining with our whole selves, gave ourselves completely to Him?


    For so many reasons, and yet for just one, it’s time to Rejoice.

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  4. Parish Reconciliation Service
    Luke 15:11-32

    There are times in life where we need to restrain ourselves, where we need to hold back. And there are times when we need to hold nothing back. In this story of the Prodigal Son, we see both.

    The younger son doesn’t hold back. The younger son chases after what he wants: the property, money, and everything that will be his when his father passes away. “Give me my share now, Dad.” And the father gives it to him.

    Try asking your parents or other relatives for whatever is coming to you when they die. “Mom, why don’t you just give me that now?” See what they say…

    And then we have the older son. He’s out in the field. He’s doing his work. As he’s coming home, he hears the party going on. Why doesn’t he walk on into his house and see what is happening? But he doesn’t. He asks one of the servants, and when he finds out his brother returned and the party is for him, he won’t even enter. “No way!” he might be thinking. Even when his father comes out and pleads with him, and says, “Everything I have is yours,” it isn’t enough. He is holding back, and he won’t come home.

    So we have a younger son, one who is recklessly open to his father and to God, even after he sinned; and we have an older son who holds back, and who can’t let himself be received by his father.

    Which one are you? Do you feel like the older son? Do you find yourself hesitating from forgiving others or from forgiving yourself? Have you avoided confessing a particular sin or any sins at all and instead hold back?

    Or do you feel like the younger son?

    Nobody wants to feel like that one… squandering Dad’s money on things he shouldn’t be doing… living with pigs and eating leftover trash, and then, worst of all, having to walk home and actually face his father.

    We think, “NO WAY. I do not want to be that younger son.”

    But we’ve ALL been the younger son! We’ve all chased after things that weren’t ours——wound up in dark, lonely places or experiences or relationship a time or two or ten. We all have feelings of shame or guilt or hopeless or just utter exhaustion——

    We think: I can’t stop! Or I can’t let it go! Or I just can’t stand to think about that anymore. Or I’m so ashamed. Or I’m so tired of that memory or those people or that thing I do or did…

    We’ve all felt like the younger son, and the only way we will find the acceptance and freedom he finds in the Gospel is if we do what he did!

    Run home! Don’t hold back! Whether you feel like the older or younger son in this story, do what the younger one did. Let go of your sins, and come home!

    Come home to the God who is already running down the road toward you, to catch you as you fall to your knees, to pick you up and hold you close and forgive and free you of what you so desperately want gone anyway!

    Yes, there are times when hesitation and measure and restraint are virtues. But not now. Not today. Not this Advent. Not this year. Hold nothing back! The father only has one thing to give you right now: FORGIVENESS——yes comfort, yes love, yes peace, yes a new beginning that are all found in forgiveness, in Reconciliation.

    Who cares if you haven’t gone to Confession in years? Who cares what the priest might think about you. Trust me, we won’t judge you, and the only way anyone will think you’re lost is if you lock the door to your heart and block out the love and reconciliation you are being offered right now.

    There are times in life where we need to restrain ourselves, where we need to hold back. And there are times when we need to let go.

    Open your heart right now. The Father is calling. It’s time to come home.


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