Before my family moved into our dream house,
we lived in a wooden Quonset hut. The rooms were very small and the walls fell
short of the ceiling. As I drifted into sleep I liked to hear the voices of my
father and mother talking.
In today’s gospel we are privileged to hear Jesus
speaking to his Abba in very intimate
and loving fashion. Better yet, we hear his prayer for us, and his tender love
for us:
Father, they are your
gift to me.
After all the trouble we have caused him, we
might be surprised to hear him make such a statement. We have not often experienced our church as a
gift to Jesus; we have more often thought of ourselves as his particular cross
to bear. For that matter, few among us consider themselves very precious gifts
to Jesus.
But in the late evening hours of the Last
Supper, as Jesus prepares for his ordeal, we overhear how tenderly he loves us.
And we hear him say, “You loved them even as you loved me.” Again we are
startled by this word.
Jesus, the Son of God, is surely the most
blessed of all men. No one’s talents or gifts can hold a candle to his
privilege as the Son. But Jesus knows something more about his Father and us. The
Father has loved us in and through the Son. We are his body, we have eaten his flesh and drunk his blood. We are Christ in His Father's eyes.
Why is that so hard to grasp? We have an
expression, “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine!” We are willing to extend
trust and affection to our children’s friends. We don’t hesitate to greet
friends of our siblings or parents. We find ways to include these strangers
into our fellowship.
Jesus proudly and gratefully brings us into
the presence of his Father. He claims us as his beloved people and, going
further, thanks his Father for the gift of us.
On most Sundays in many Catholic churches
someone is elected to bring the gifts of bread and wine to the altar. Parents explain
to their children that the Mass cannot go forward without these sacred
elements. And the children are eager to participate in that way. The whole
family glows with the privilege. We should see in that mini-procession Jesus bringing
us before God.
Is he not aware of our faults? He most
certainly is. But he has purified us in his own blood, through Baptism and Eucharist,
through the sacraments of Marriage, Reconciliation, Healing and Confirmation,
through the ministry of priests; and he will echo the Father’s words to him,
the words we overheard down in the Jordan Valley, “You are my beloved. I am well pleased with you.”
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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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