- Revelation 7: 2-4, 9-14
- Psalms 24: 1bc-2, 3-4ab, 5-6
- 1 John 3: 1-3
- Matthew 5: 1-12a
- It won't be the end of the world ...
- Oftentimes, when something unwanted comes our way, we, or others try to set context and say "well, it's not like it's the end of the world..."
- Ultimately, what does it really mean to "survive" a stressful phase in our lives? Is it just about "staying vertical", or is there more to it than that?
- What sort of comfort can there be in knowing how this is all going to end?
- When a loved one is going through a hard time, feels isolated because their hardship sets them apart from others, what consolation can we offer them that is genuine and helpful?
- Open my eyes Lord
- We learn a great deal about another person, much of it subliminal, by watching their face as they face life. If you were able to see God's face, what sort of emotions would play across that divine visage?
- Those who are lucky enough to have truly close friends, friends that they can be totally honest with, they have that other to ground them, to help them be true to themselves, and to help them be honest with themselves and others. Do you feel that you have that relationship with anyone?
- Do you feel that you have that sort of relationship with God?
- How might you be better at revealing yourself to God?
- Is it worth the trouble, the risk?
- Try to understand me
- It's not uncommon to feel a sense of isolation, even loss as one matures in faith and realizes how very different Jesus' values are from the world around us. At that point, it often occurs to us to seek the company of others like us to relieve that isolation.
- How do we, as Christians, stay engaged with the world around us, minister to those in need, burn with compassion for those on the fringes of society, and yet not become distracted by all of the secondary things around us?
- How do we, as Christians, keep from developing a "fortress mentality" of we/they in which we erect barriers between us and those we are called to serve?
- Some folks just can't be helped don't you know
- Fr. Greg Boyle has built Homeboy Industries for ministering to gang members in LA. I was wearing one of their hats and a fellow parishioner saw that, asked me what it was about, and then remarked "Some of those people just can't be helped."
- Are all of us called to be peacemakers?
- In emergency medical conditions, the grim job of triage separates patients into those for whom no amount of the available care will help, those who urgently need care and can be helped, and those whose needs are less urgent and who will have to wait. Is there a need for someone to conduct spiritual triage?
- How did you find your calling in this spiritual hospital?
- Am I willing to show the compassion of Jesus to others?
- When God looks at me, what expression is He wearing?
- Am I willing to be misunderstood for being a disciple of Christ?
- Do I have the courage to show mercy today?
Connected in a whole new way
Traveling between Jerusalem and Jericho can be a treacherous journey.
The bandits know this stretch of the highway well, how the walls of the valley close in,
Giving you little room to flee should they ambush you here.
One defense is to get through that narrow neck of the road quickly,
So that you are not a target any longer than you need to be.
And that's when I saw him, there beside he road, bleeding.
I knew that I had to act quickly if I was going to be of any use at all.
Field training took over as I assessed his wounds and bound the worst quickly.
Others gradually got my attention as I staunched the most serious stabbings.
Mercifully, the poor man was unconscious. I could only imagine the pain.
He seemed so light, so depleted when I hoisted him to the back of my mule
And we made our slow way into town to see what help I could get him.
The inn keeper took my money without comment.
I went on my way.
Upon returning, I was told that the man had recovered and went on his way.
I never heard his name, never had the chance to follow up with him.
But family and friends often tell me how foolish I was to help,
To put myself in danger for a stranger.
But for me, I'm changed.
I know that all of us are the same once you get past the surface.
All of us are loved and cherished. Some of us are lucky enough to be the bearers of that love.
And I know that this new connection in my life
Is worth far more to me than the feeble community that I had before
And I am glad for the change in me, even when it feels a little lonely.
The bandits know this stretch of the highway well, how the walls of the valley close in,
Giving you little room to flee should they ambush you here.
One defense is to get through that narrow neck of the road quickly,
So that you are not a target any longer than you need to be.
And that's when I saw him, there beside he road, bleeding.
I knew that I had to act quickly if I was going to be of any use at all.
Field training took over as I assessed his wounds and bound the worst quickly.
Others gradually got my attention as I staunched the most serious stabbings.
Mercifully, the poor man was unconscious. I could only imagine the pain.
He seemed so light, so depleted when I hoisted him to the back of my mule
And we made our slow way into town to see what help I could get him.
The inn keeper took my money without comment.
I went on my way.
Upon returning, I was told that the man had recovered and went on his way.
I never heard his name, never had the chance to follow up with him.
But family and friends often tell me how foolish I was to help,
To put myself in danger for a stranger.
But for me, I'm changed.
I know that all of us are the same once you get past the surface.
All of us are loved and cherished. Some of us are lucky enough to be the bearers of that love.
And I know that this new connection in my life
Is worth far more to me than the feeble community that I had before
And I am glad for the change in me, even when it feels a little lonely.
Shalom!