Two weekends before the beginning of Lent, here is the text of the meditation I offered to those who came to pray with us. Inspired by the scripture passages provided for the celebration of the liturgy for the fourth Sunday of Ordinary Time, these thoughts might help us to recognize God's merciful love at work in us, and spur us on to share the marvels we discover with others.
Born of mercy to
proclaim mercy
Every person in this church today has a story to
tell. Even if each one of us were to
answer a simple question: Why are you here today? - we would be able to fill
the pages of a book, and the story would be well worth publishing. One such story is told in the first reading
we heard today. Jeremiah was only a
young boy – most probably a teenager - when he heard the word of the Lord: Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you
… I consecrated you, I appointed you a Prophet to the nations (Jer 1:5).
I wonder how long Jeremiah had heard these words echoing
in his heart before he actually paid attention to them. The truth of the matter is that God formed
each and every one of us in our mothers’ wombs.
He has known each one of us from the very first moment of our
existence. He has set out a plan for
each of us and has waited with infinite patience for us to respond to his
invitation.
You might ask: What
is it that God wants of me? Some of
us he calls to be parents, others he calls to be priests, still others he calls
to be religious sisters, contemplatives, or to live single lives as witnesses
of his love in the world. Young people
and elderly alike, each of us must seek to listen for his guidance if we are
ever to discover what it is that he asks of us, and once we have heard his
invitation, we must pray for the strength and the grace to respond in trust.
Even Jesus had to take time to pray, to be still, to
listen for the Father’s voice. Only in
this way could he be filled with the
power of the Spirit (Lk 4:14) and be able to speak the truth that was in
his heart. The same is true for us
today. The challenge set before us is to
speak the truth that is in our hearts.
At times this truth is only a whisper, easily drowned out by other
preoccupations that clutter our lives, but if we are willing to listen, and to
believe the words that we hear uttered in the depth of our hearts, we will
discover there the beating heart of tender love and forgiveness that is the
gift of our loving and merciful God. In
a little less than two weeks’ time, we will begin the liturgical season of
Lent. Even now, as we prepare for that
period of grace, we can begin praying for divine guidance, listening for the
gentle voice of our loving Father who is tender and full of mercy.
When Jesus spoke in the synagogue that day, it was
probably the case that every one of his hearers knew him. They had known him as a child, they had
watched him grow to adulthood, yet his words that day astounded them: No prophet is accepted in his hometown (Lk
4:24). Even today, Jesus words may
surprise us, but the truth is that God never gives us a gift or a blessing so
that we can keep it and treasure it for ourselves. The first and the most precious gift that God
offers to us is love, and like all God's gifts, his love challenges us even as it comforts us. Saint Paul tells
us that love is patient, love is kind,
love is not envious, boastful, arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not
irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rather in truth (1
Cor 13:4-6).
As we prepare to live the upcoming season of Lent, each of us should take some time to ask ourselves: Have I heard God’s gentle voice speaking in the depth of my heart? How well do I manage to be a living example of God’s merciful love for the sake of those whose paths intersect with mine?
As we prepare to live the upcoming season of Lent, each of us should take some time to ask ourselves: Have I heard God’s gentle voice speaking in the depth of my heart? How well do I manage to be a living example of God’s merciful love for the sake of those whose paths intersect with mine?
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