The stone that the builders rejected has become the
cornerstone; by the Lord has this been done and it is wonderful in our sight.
Few things hurt more than betrayal and yet it is a
common feature of human life. It’s bad enough to misunderstand a friend or
loved. When, for instance, “I thought you were coming home at five.” meets “I may
have said five but I meant seven.” apologies and explanations and fence-mending are in order.
But when the violation is deliberate and
malicious, when a friendship, covenant or familial bond is ripped by willful betrayal
the hurt can seem incurable and the rift irreconcilable. Why would I allow
myself to be treated so badly again?
Today’s first reading describes the savage treatment Joseph
met at the hands of his brothers. True he had revealed his dreams to them,
dreams in which he saw himself ruling over them. And perhaps his father’s
favoritism galled them and his manner was supercilious; but no one should be
sold into slavery by his own family. How
does one recover from such treatment?
In today’s gospel Jesus ’ parable
predicts the welcome he will receive in Jerusalem .
The city has despised, tormented and murdered God’s prophets; she will do the
same to God’s son.
At this point the whole long history of Jerusalem is cast as a tormented love story about God and his people. God has built,
protected, delivered and provided for his city and its people for a thousand
years through innumerable crises and disturbances. But the Holy
City will elect to crucify God’s
only begotten son.
Lest this sound like an anti-Jewish harangue, I will remind my reader that the
history of the Church is not much prettier. As Cardinal Dolan said, “You don’t
have to tell me the Church sins; I am a church historian!” Any high school graduate can recall the wanton behavior of medieval popes, the savagery of Christian
wars, or the recent scandal of priest pedophilia and the ensuing duplicity of
some bishops.
Over all these appalling stories rises the Cross,
and the bond which can never be broken. The seasons of Lent and Easter invite us to
consider the Enormity of our sins, both personal and communal; and to contemplate the grace which flows
from Jesus' wounded body. It floods the abyss of our sins like the tide that erases every trace of trenches, holes or sand castles on the beach where children played.
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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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