I wonder
what you might come up with if you were asked to tell a story that encapsulates
your image of prayer. I think that could actually be a really interesting
spiritual exercise, especially for people who naturally like to make up and
tell stories, to think through what story you would tell if wanted to talk
about prayer through a narrative. It could be something from your life, a story
from the life of a saint, or a completely made up story that nonetheless is
deeply true. To maybe spark your imagination, and I hope not to shut it down,
Exodus and Jesus’ parable in Luke give us two such stories, or maybe, actually,
three, and I’ll get to why I think there are three stories there later
Sunday, October 20, 2019
God urges us on in struggle – Luke 18:1-8, Exod 18:8-13
Twenty-ninth Sunday of Ordinary Time, Year C; Holy Infant parish.
Sunday, October 13, 2019
God heals the fear that makes us shun – Luke 17:11-19, 2 Tim 2:8-13
Twenty-eighth Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year C; Holy Infant parish.
I think
the worst thing we could ever teach someone is that they should keep their
distance from Jesus. Yet, this is what
these ten lepers were taught. Not specifically
from Jesus, of course, they’d been taught to keep their distance from everyone
who didn’t share their disease. When the
first signs of leprosy were noticed on someone’s skin, there would be a funeral
style liturgy in which the victim would be mourned as if dead when cast out of
the community, shunned, told to remain perpetually separate, to cry out to warn
people not to come near them. They were
taught that their skin was so dreadful, literally, something that people
dreaded so, that they must keep away, because they were dangerous, because they
were to be feared. They were taught to
hate their own skin, taught that the only useful thing they could do with their
lives was to help others avoid them.
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