Panis Angelicus

On Holy Thursday, we celebrate the institution of the Holy Eucharist. John's Gospel says that Jesus, "having loved those who were his in the world, loved them to the end."
Yes, the Holy Eucharist, Jesus' real presence is the greatest expression of Jesus' love for us, "the Bread of the Angels, made the bread of men".



English translation of the Latin text:
Bread of Angels,
made the bread of men;
The Bread of heaven
puts an end to all symbols:
A thing wonderful!
The Lord becomes our food:
poor, a servant, and humble.
We beseech Thee,
Godhead One in Three
That Thou wilt visit us,
as we worship Thee,
lead us through Thy ways,
We who wish to reach the light
in which Thou dwellest.
Amen.

We are the reason

May these Holy days lead us to a deeper experience of the breadth, length, height and depth of God's love.
Why did Jesus not go down from the cross, despite the fact that He could have done so?
Because He knows that so many of us cannot go down from our crosses. So He stayed there, to be with us and to show us that He knows our sufferings, our weaknesses, our failures.
But it didn't end with the cross. He will rise again. And so shall we, too, if we carry our cross with Him.

Carrying the cross

The mere fact of carrying the cross is not what is important... Every people, every family has on its shoulders sorrows and burdens to bear. That which gives fullness of meaning to the cross is to carry it behind Jesus, not in a journey of anguished solitude, hopeless wandering or rebellion, but rather in a journey sustained and nourished by the presence of the Lord. (Fr. Thomas Rosica, CSB)

Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday Hosanna Triumphant Entry Church Video from RCCG VICTORY TEMPLE on Vimeo.

A portion of her joy

When they had crossed, Elijah said to Elisha, 'Make your request. What can I do for you before I am snatched away from you?' Elisha answered, 'Let me inherit a double share of your spirit.'

(2 Kings 2:9)

Today would have been my mother's 72nd birthday. I miss her. Her death was so sudden that we didn't even have time to prepare ourselves for it. But then, who is ever prepared for the death of a loved one?
She died nine years ago but to my mind and my heart she is still very much alive. Maybe it is a blessing that I've not seen her bedridden or confined to a hospital. She will always remain to me a happy and friendly person, always reaching out and trying to make people feel at ease, even those who were quite condescending towards her.

As I remember her today, I ask for a portion of her joy. A joy so authentic, that she has always radiated it in the most stressful and difficult situation. A joy so pure that she was never left without it even when people were indifferent and unkind.

Jesus teaches us to be merciful

Everything for our good

Everything is meant for our good: even sin.
Once we confront the sin in ourselves
there is no room for arrogance anymore,
no room to be judgmental of others.
Sin, if we admit it in ourself,
frees us to be kind, to be merciful, to be humble.

(Sr. Joan D. Chittister, OSB)

Pick up your sleeping-mat and walk

Jesus said, 'Get up, pick up your sleeping-mat and walk around.' (John 5:8)

Jesus asks us to face our fears, to hold in our hands and look in the eye that which paralyses our lives. It is quite a heavy task for many because there is always that instinct in us to defend ourselves from hurt and failure. So, very often, we just set aside these fears, hoping to pacify them; thinking that if we don't mind them, they will magically lose their power over us.
Paradoxically, though, the more we don't face them, the more they become monsters seeping us of energy and draining us of our joy.
Jesus tells us to face them, but face them with the power of Jesus. That is the secret. Alone we are weak, but with Him by our side, our monsters lose their power.

God is mercy

Transformed in God's hands

Let us allow God to prune us. Tears are inevitable. But even in the midst of tears, we can always say our fiat , no matter how faint it is, trusting that the little we offer could be transformed in God's hands.

A parable for all

This coming Sunday's Gospel reading is from Luke 15:1-3, 11-32, famously entitled the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Here are some parts of a comment I found very interesting:

At different times in our lives, most of us have played each of these roles: that of the doting, loving, apparently overindulgent parent; that of the younger son who experiences being brought low by sinfulness and pride, and desperately in need of mercy; the older son, who is responsible and above reproach, and who is frustrated by the generosity and leniency with which the weaknesses and sins of others are dealt with.
This deeply moving parable highlights two of Luke's characteristic emphases: God's welcome of sinners and those considered socially and religiously unacceptable, and the rejoicing and celebration that are meant to accompany that welcome, that are meant to respond to the repentance that God invites.
The generous father of both sons welcomes back the youth who squandered his inheritance but does not repudiate the older son who protests the father's prodigality yet remains faithful to him. "Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours" (v 31). The restoration of the son who "was dead and has come to life" who "was lost and has been found" (v 32), does not invalidate the fidelity of the older son. The younger son, restored to the father's household, must make a new beginning in the life of fidelity. Reconciled to God, both sons must work out together their reconciliation with each other.
Does the elder son finally make peace with his brother and welcome him back? Does he find it in his heart to forgive, and to share in the father's rejoicing? Or does he, in the final accounting, find himself even more alienated than his younger brother had been? Where is the mother in this story? What was her response? We are left hoping for a conclusion that Jesus never provides. That's what parables are all about: They invite us to enter into the story and to find the answers in our own lives and times.
The parable of "The Wayward Son" or "The Prodigal Father" or the "Indignant Elder Brother" can cause much grief for us, as we see ourselves and our motives exposed for what they really are. The prodigal Father squanders his own love on our pettiness, our meanness, our diffidence, and our arrogance.

Fr. Thomas Rosica, CSB

Lead, kindly light

God's patience

Yesterday's Gospel is a very challenging one for me, in terms of the God that I believe in. In fact, the reading guide entitles it "Repent or perish".

The God I believe in is Love that knows no bounds. It's not just an idea of mine but Scripture itself confirms this:

For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. (John 3:16)

There are so many other Scripture texts that show the same face of God.

How then can I understand this text of Luke 13:1-9. I am not an exegete, but in my everyday life, the Word of God gives me nourishment. I hope that it is not superstition, but in difficult times, it is God's promises that give me hope or a new lease on life. God's Word may not give me the answer to a pressing question, but It definitely helps me to hang on or to view the question from another perspective.

Well then, what is the message for me of this Lucan text? God is always patient. His patience knows no bounds. The "one more year" mentioned here in the text is not the literal one year according to our time measurement. The one year here is our "limited time" here on earth. God continues to nourish us and to give us what we need to attain true joy. He does His part but we have to do ours. When our "time is up" and we have to be "cut off", it is not that God has condemned us or has stopped dealing with us kindly; rather, it is we who have hardened ourselves, refusing His invitation to joy and fullness of life.

In the end, it is not He who condemns us, but we who condemn ourselves by choosing a pattern of refusing His love. Nothing in life is improvised. The daily no's that we say to God's love hardens our heart and leaves it closed to God's all-pervading kindness.

Kindness everywhere

The other day I woke up wanting to embrace the world and to love it as it is. It is quite strange since for a long period I have been having a succession of "gray days", that just to get through one day was already a triumph for me.
Anyway, it just suddenly entered my mind that I am surrounded by kindness everywhere. At table, during meals, I am in the company of my sisters who try their best to make our short time together energizing. It's not that I have a whole company of loquacious people, but I feel that each one tries to give the best of herself to be of good company to the others.
One afternoon I almost had a misunderstanding with a person, not out of malice but because of a miscommunication, and the other sister just enters the picture trying to lighten the situation and saying that I was actually there to say thank you and to greet them.
I have another sister who is very attentive and who manages to uplift my spirits with just a greeting or a few words.
And I can go on and on and on.
Living in community is certainly not easy. We are all so different. Even a common project couldn't prevent misunderstandings since each one has a unique personality and so understands things in a different way.
But I need to remember that each one is just like me, a pilgrim trying to make sense of life, with its ups and downs. Learning to forgive, myself and others, will make me more open to kindness that is everywhere.