Behold, the hour is coming
and has arrived
when each of you will be scattered to his own home
and you will leave me alone.
Scattered to their homes, his disciples will
reunite not in grief over the death of Jesus . Helpless with fear, not
even his burial could bring them together. They are prey to that human instinct
which says, “Someone else will take care of it.” The disciples may boast of
their courage but cannot actually move.
Finally, the Holy Spirit of Jesus draws them
back into fellowship with one another. The same Spirit draws us from our homes
today, despite whatever discouragement we face within our hearts, despite
whatever contempt we meet from non-believers. There has never been a shortage
of critics who accuse us of foolish blind faith, but neither is there a
shortage of need among our neighbors, friends and family to hear, see, taste,
touch, smell and know the Word of God.
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I love to write. This blog helps me to meditate on the Word of God, and I hope to make some contribution to our contemplations of God's Mighty Works.
Ordinarily, I write these reflections two or three weeks in advance of their publication. I do not intend to comment on current events.
I understand many people prefer gender-neutral references to "God." I don't disagree with them but find that language impersonal, unappealing and tasteless. When I refer to "God" I think of the One whom Jesus called "Abba" and "Father", and I would not attempt to improve on Jesus' language.
You're welcome to add a thought or raise a question.