On behalf of Larry’s family, I want to thank each of you for being here this morning. Larry loved a good party, and the liturgy, to him, was the grandest celebration of all, so you honestly couldn’t have offered him a more fitting tribute than to be part of this assembly.

Through the wonders of technology, the past few days have been something of a virtual Irish wake, with stories of Larry circulating through e-mail, Facebook, and blogs. All that was missing was Larry’s beloved Manhattans flowing through the fiber optic cables. The stories reveal a man with a broad range of interests, a Jesuit who loved being a priest but had no time for clericalism, and a consummate student of literature, current events, and science, as well as theology. They also tell of the myriad ways in which he profoundly impacted people’s lives, and, in so doing, gave them a glimpse into that new heaven and new earth foreseen in the book of Revelation and that feast on God’s holy mountain that we will hear from Isaiah in a few moments. It gave us the sense, to quote Larry’s favorite spiritual, that we could almost see the lights of the city, God’s heavenly city.1

For some of us, Larry was a trusted spiritual guide, a faithful disciple of Ignatius, who made spirituality accessible through his goodness, humanity, and down-to-earth holiness. As a Holy Trinity parishioner wrote, “How blessed we were to have Larry join us at recent men’s group meetings. He never imposed himself on the discussions. He fit in so naturally. He resembled a spiritual EF Hutton ad. When he spoke, everyone listened. He said so much in so few words. How profound, insightful, and alive he was.” When Larry guided us spiritually, we could almost see the lights of the city.

For many of us, Larry was a gifted preacher, a faithful disciple of Jesus who spoke to us along the way of our lives and opened the Scriptures to us, proclaiming glad tidings and leaving our hearts burning within us. Whether the words were his own or whispered into his ear by his furry sidekick Mister Blue2, Larry’s homilies were, to quote a posting on a national liturgical blog, “brilliant and witty . . . always seeking ways to connect to the congregation.”3 When Larry preached, we could almost see the lights of the city.

For many of us too, Larry was the quintessential presider, putting into practice what he taught so many other presiders. Whether he was presiding at a daily Mass in Holy Trinity’s Chapel of Saint Ignatius, the Sunday 12:15 Mass at Georgetown’s Dahlgren Chapel, the liturgical crescendo of the Triduum, or a Baptism, wedding or funeral, as another blog post noted, “You did not see him or notice him. He served the liturgy and pointed you to Christ.”4 When Larry presided, we could almost see the lights of the city.

For many here and around the country, Larry was a strong and consistent voice for liturgy that was beautiful and transformative. In what was, I believe, his last published article, Larry wrote, “Over the years I came to believe that beauty in its many forms can be the most effective avenue we can take to the experience of the mystery of God. For us Americans, I think beautiful, engaging music may be the strongest symbolic language to speak to us. If we add quality preaching and a reverent enactment of the rites by the various ministers to beautiful and appropriate music, I believe some people’s symbolic, poetic capacities can be awakened and they can be seduced into experiences of the paschal mystery.”5 When Larry led us to understand more deeply the transformative potential of liturgy, we could almost see the lights of the city.

For many in Washington and beyond, Larry was a great gatherer, always looking for ways to bring together an interesting mix of people from various styles, beliefs, and areas of expertise. Whether it was a social gathering with good food and an ample bar, a sing-along around the piano, a conference on church building and renovating, or a think-tank of people in liturgy and the arts, Larry believed deeply that we were all the richer and wiser for being with a diverse group of folks. When we were part of one of Larry’s gatherings, we could almost see the lights of the city.

Finally, as most of you know, Larry was an avid sailor. Although he occasionally had to defend his boat to Jesuit superiors with the assertion that it was cheaper than therapy, he knew, as a Holy Trinity parishioner noted, “that he experienced the peaceful presence of God silently sailing in the Chesapeake and other waters, navigating the waves and tides – for the Lord was always his constant companion and captain of his boat.” Looking out on the horizon, as he is in the picture on the back of today’s worship aid, Larry knew that he could almost see the lights of the city.

A colleague from Loyola University of Maryland quoted Saint Ephrem in reference to Larry in a blog: “You gave him to us, Lord, to be our joy, and now the time has come to give him back to you. We do so without a murmur, but our hearts are wrung with sorrow.”6 May the liturgy we celebrate today help to transform this sorrow with paschal hope, a hope that Larry rekindled in us each time he sang:

John tells us of a city so high up above Where we’ll be in a Spirit of love We’ll meet over yonder in that heavenly place There, we’ll see each other face to face.7

Please stand and sing:

I can almost see the lights of the City Shinin’ down on me I can almost see the lights of the City Forever, Lord, I shall be free. 7

In the hope that we shall one day be reunited with Larry, who now fully sees the lights of that City, let us continue to pray. 8

Notes

1. Lights of the City, words and music by Michael Murphy.
2. Larry often used a hand puppet named “Mister Blue” when preaching to an assembly that included children.
3. See www.praytellblog.com, May 31, 2011.
4. Ibid.
5. "Parish Liturgy during the Past Twenty Years from a Pastor's Viewpoint," Liturgical Ministry, Winter 2011, 43.
6. See www.praytellblog.com, May 31, 2011.
7. Lights of the City, op. cit.
8. Following local custom, the eulogy at the funeral took place during the Introductory Rites, following the placing of the pall and Book of the Gospels on the casket and preceding the Opening Prayer.