In the Augustinian House in Rome, Collegio Santa Monica, there
is always a priest or brother who serves as Economo of the community.
In his position, the Economo would be responsible for purchases
and disbursements and would also serve as the director of hospitality.
Since Collegio Santa Monica is directly across the street from
the Vatican, it receives visitors year round from all over the
The priest who best served as Economo was Padre Nicolo. Nicolo
was (and is) a dead ringer for Santa Claus (minus the beard and
the red suit). He is jolly and a truly loving individual. He seemed
an odd choice for the position, however, because he only spoke
one language – Italian. As director of hospitality, one
would think that a polyglot would be needed. There are so many
visitors from all parts of the globe that one of the demands of
the position is to be able to answer questions about all the things
that tourists need.
What made Nicolo so successful was that while he may have been
fluent in only one human tongue, he spoke another language with
unparalleled dexterity and that was the language of love. He made
everyone feel welcome. He gave each person his undivided attention;
he always anticipated each one’s needs. Over the course
of time he would learn a smattering of English and Spanish and
Japanese and of all the other languages that Augustinians and
their visitors speak throughout the world. These small attempts
at speaking the tongue of another and learning the words for “room,”
“towel,” and “shower,” only endeared him
all the more to the hordes of visitors that crossed his threshold.
What Nicolo has taught everyone is that when you speak the language
of love, you can be understood by anyone.
In today’s first reading from the Acts of the Apostles,
it must have been quite a moment when the followers of Jesus stepped
out into the crowd and began to speak. There were visitors from
all over the then-known-world and each claimed to understand.
I can imagine this to be true because I have known Nicolo. Whenever
anyone speaks the language of love, he or she is understood. The
more one loves and the more one encounters others, the more one
picks up a smattering of the words that make others feel welcome:
justice, peace, equality, fairness. However, the opposite is also
There are so many incomprehensible things that are said today.
I can never understand Osama bin Laden and his ilk. It is not
because they speak Arabic but rather because he talks hate. I
also know that racist and angry words are incomprehensible. I
think this is at the heart of the Reverend Jeremiah Wright controversy.
I don’t think it is just white people who don’t understand,
many African-Americans are mystified as well. He claims to preach
the Word of God; he is gravely mistaken. He is preaching self-righteousness
and indignation. He is no better than the people he condemns.
We need not to be hypocrites. Look at the words we use and the
let us remember that our actions speak louder than words. Do we
speak the universal language of the Holy Spirit, the language
of love? Or, are we incomprehensible to others because we gossip
and speak words of hate, anger, division and hurt. On this feast
of Pentecost, let us dedicate ourselves to the language of love.