Behold, I am sending you like sheep in the midst of wolves;
so be shrewd as serpents and simple as doves.
But beware of men,
for they will hand you over to courts…
But beware of men,
for they will hand you over to courts…
As the old man Jacob sets out for Egypt with all his
family and everything he owns, we hear Jesus telling his
disciples, “I am sending you like sheep in the midst of wolves…” For the next
four hundred years Jacob and his
descendents will live in a foreign land, at the service of pharaohs. Welcome
and unwelcome by turns his people will learn to keep their own counsel and
worship their own God while their neighbors worship the pharaohs.
Christians master the same art as we live always in a foreign land. When
our neighbors dote fondly over their kings we hope to survive his inevitable
fall; when they hiel their hitlers , we pray for the
nation and its people. We are in the world but not of the world; for,
periodically, “they will hand you over to courts…”
…worry about how you are to speak or what you are to say.
You will be given at that moment what you are to say.
For it will not be you who speak
but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.
For it will not be you who speak
but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you.
But we cannot expect
to learn this art of speaking in the Spirit when the trial begins. Rather, we
must practice it continually. This is why we use the expression
“practicing Catholic” or “practicing Christian .” We practice speaking in the Spirit as we
worship in church and pray at home, as we teach our children and listen to our
elders, as we respond to life around us in the Spirit of Jesus.
No one can expect to
be guided by the Holy Spirit during a moment of crisis if he has never listened
to the Spirit during the peaceful times.
I once received a
phone call from a long-forgotten acquaintance in a distant state whose girl
friend had suffered a terrible automobile accident. The poor fellow wanted to
be a faithful and true friend to her but I knew already his life was given to
alcohol. Jobless, illiterate, inebriated and all but homeless, he had no spiritual
resources. I commiserated with him but could not help him much beyond that.
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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.
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