Now before the feast of the Passover, when Jesus knew that his hour had come to depart out of this world to the Father, having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. – John 13:1
We have the unspeakable privilege in the coming few months to immerse ourselves in the last nine chapters of St. John’s gospel, while our Year of Faith continues to be honored throughout the world. During this month of the Sacred Heart, especially, we are bidden to allow the gospel message, the Living Word, to penetrate our hearts with the love continually flowing from Christ’s Heart. In light of this, I will give you in this week’s post a beautiful and powerful essay which is in the June issue of Magnificat. It is another meditation by Heather King entitled, simply, The Sacred Heart of Jesus:
Recently I was walking to morning mass in Los Angeles, with the trees and sky above, and the traffic and noise and violence of rush hour below. I kept looking up: to the birds; to a place where I could imagine it was quiet. If you get very quiet, you hear, at the very center of the universe, a pulse, a beat. You hear the birds and the honking horns, the suffering and the joy. You hear the Sacred Heart of Christ.
So in the middle of a city of millions, I decided to pray the rosary.
And praying the rosary after a couple of minutes what I “heard” was the people waiting for biopsy results, the husband to show up, the electricity to be turned back on, and I saw that these are the people who are sweating tears of blood with Christ at the Garden at Gethsemane.
I heard the tears of the teenage girl who is cutting herself, the child whose psychotic mother is forcing him to hold his hand over a gas stove, the women who are being raped, and these are the people who are being scourged at the pillar with Christ.
I heard the overworked heart of the CEO who opens his inbox to find two hundred messages, the day laborers wielding eardrum-shattering leafblowers for ten hours at a stretch, the twelve-year-old who must translate for her parents when immigration services come to the door, and these are the people who are staggering under the weight of the cross with Christ.
I heard the wife who has just discovered that her husband is having an affair with the housekeeper, the farmer who is forced to sell the generations-old family farm to a conglomerate, the playwright who has poured out his heart and soul and is panned on opening night by the critics, and these are the people who are being crowned with thorns along with Christ.
All over the world, all day, every day, people are suffering, and here comes Barry, the homeless schizophrenic and hopeless alcoholic who wanders Sunset Boulevard, one grimy hand clutching a plastic bag holding his worldly belongings, the other held out in a perpetual plea for booze money. What to do in the face of such suffering? What to do with your brokenness, your weakness, your own suffering and loneliness and fear?
You give Barry a couple of bucks. You make sure to shake his hand and thank him, because this is Christ, and his heart is your heart. And you keep walking, to Mass.
(Copyright Magnificat, 2013 www.magnificat.com)
Our Faith On the Ferry last Wednesday morning was, in my opinion, the best discussion so far. Remember to read and reread John 13 and 14 this month for our July 3 first Wednesday morning retreat out on the water. Hope to see many of you, making the effort to “come away and rest awhile,” as Jesus told his first disciples, before the July 4 celebrations begin. JC