Monthly Archives: April 2015

And it happened that, while he was at table with them, he took bread, said the blessing, broke it, and gave it to them. With that, their eyes were opened and they recognized him, but he vanished from their sight.
(Luke 24:30-31)

Open our eyes, Lord, that we might recognize you. Where have I seen you these last three days? At the Easter Vigil, of course, when, once again, the Priest offered the bread in your name and your resurrected Body re-entered the Host. But you have been present in other ways, too.

You were there in those who welcomed me to their home and to their parish. You were in my fellow worshippers, in the children who gladdened my heart, the family that surrounded me, the grace we offered and the food we shared. You were in the songs we sang, the laughter we enjoyed, the hugs and handshakes we offered one another.

You were there in the setbacks and difficulties, in the fall of our elderly friend, in our concerns for one another.

Please help me to see you on my own road to Emmaus. Let my heart burn when you open the Scriptures to me. Thy will be done.

For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who has similarly tested in every way, yet without sin.
(Hebrews 4:15)

For us Christians, this is the longest day of the year. Except for singing along with the hymns on the telecast service, and a brief conversation with a neighbor after 3:00 PM, I have been silent. Now I am listening to a choir recitation from the National Shrine in preparation for the Good Friday liturgy. Those attending will leave in silence as they feel the loneliness of the tomb. We know that we are only waiting for the glorious joy of Easter, and yet we feel weighted down with sorrow.

I cannot kiss the foot of your figure on the Cross tonight, but I can kiss the crucifix on my rosary. Tomorrow I will visit my family and attend the vigil Mass with them. How empty the church will feel without your Presence in the tabernacle and how filled we will be when we welcome you at the Consecration.

My Jesus, you do understand. You experienced humanity with all its difficulties and temptations. Although you had no sin, you bore the weight of ours. How can we thank you for consenting not only to share our flesh, but to give us your as food. Our salvation and our sustenance, we praise and thank you. Thy will be done.

If I, therefore, the master and teacher, have washed your feet, you ought to wash one another’s feet.
(John 13:14)

Today was so busy, Lord. Help me to know what was important. Our deacon’s love for your Body, his awe at the Mystery of the Eucharist, always brings me to tears. I think some saint said that if we truly appreciated it, we would die of joy. Help me to realize how much you love me. I cannot grasp it.

Again and again you have told us that you come to serve us, as well as to save us. In the washing of the feet, you show us. It was customary for guests who walked in sandals on dusty roads to have their feet washed, but it was the slave, not the host who performed this act of hospitality. Your, our master, become our slave and you order us to do the same. Whose feet can I wash today?

How often I become indignant when I feel that others are being used, but if they choose to serve, I should learn from them. We weren’t made to be self-sufficient. How could we possibly suffice for ourselves when you created us for love? We depend on you for every breath. What need have we of human respect when you respect us enough to sustain us and to give your life for our salvation? Our dignity is in accepting your love until it overflows from us to our neighbor. That is all that matters. Use me, Lord. Thy will be done.

They paid him thirty pieces of silver, and from that time on he looked for an opportunity to hand him over.
(Matthew 26:15-16)

What did Judas want, Lord? Was it just the silver? How could he be so close to you and not realize the hold that Satan had on him? The devil uses the fortune and fame of this world to distract us from the Truth. Being worldly does not mean being human; it means being swayed by appetites that can never be satisfied by the world. It is making your creation an end in itself instead of a means of reaching you.

Lord we have all dipped in the plate with you. You died to atone for my sins. Strengthen me and draw me closer to you that I may rejoice in your forgiveness. Like Peter, let me cry bitterly when I deny you. Let my transgressions humble me and enable me to realize that all my trust is in you. Do not let me despair like Judas. Thy will be done. Be merciful to me, a sinner.

Please help me today to work diligently and pray consciously. Center me in you.

Jesus answered, “Will you lay down your life for me? Amen, amen, I say to you, the cock will not crow before you deny me three times.
(John 13:38)

Lord, there was no time today. I am sorry. Please renew my resolve to stay centered in you, whether or not I am able to pray in words. Thy will be done.

So Jesus said, “Leave her alone. Let her keep this for the day of my burial.”
(John 12:7)

Mary anointed you before your death, Lord, and you defended her against Judas, who thought more of money than of love. What the world sees as sensible is often driven by selfish motives. Help us to be outrageous in our love for you.

When he returned, he found them asleep. He said to Peter, “Simon, are you asleep? Could you not keep watch for one hour? Watch and pray that you may not be put to the test. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
(Mark 14:37-38)

Lord, when you speak to Peter, I feel that you are speaking directly to me. I am so like him, quick to affirm that I will never deny you, and yet slipping so miserably, saying, “You shall never wash my feet,” and then, “Wash all of me.”

At the beginning of Lent, I made fervent and lofty resolutions. Sometime in the middle, I fell asleep. Why can I not spend even one hour with you? How much weaker than Peter’s is my flesh.

You shield me every moment with your loving protection. Please help me to stay awake in you. Thy will be done.

He did not say this on his own, but since he was high priest that year, he prophesied that Jesus was going to die for the nation, and not only for the nation, but also to gather into one the dispersed children of God.
(John 11:51-52)

Lord, you use even those who hate you to report your Word and carry out your will. Make me not only your instrument, but a willing instrument, desiring only you.

Just as the demons knew and declared who you are, wicked people have prophesied, although the purpose of their words was opposed to you.

They say we can learn more from our enemies than from our friends. When we are criticized, let us examine what truth there is in the harsh words we hear, and, with your grace, amend our lives. If there is no truth in their words, let us, as Paul tells us, rejoice that we can suffer for you, who are Truth. Thy will be done.

If I do not perform my Father’s works, do not believe me; but if I perform them, even if you do not believe me, believe the works, so that you may realize and understand that the Father is in me and I am in the Father.
(John 10:37-38)

If I believe your works, Lord, then how can I deny you? Strengthen my faith, that I may have courage to speak up when someone challenges it. Am I willing to die for you as the martyrs did?

Jesus said to them, “Amen, amen, I say to you, before Abraham came to be, I AM.”
(John 8:58)

Oh blessed Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, you are one God, Eternal Truth. YOU WHO ARE; without you there could be nothing. There is no way to describe this, no words to express it, and yet the reality of it penetrates beyond our intellect, beyond our senses, but touching our souls at all times. You are the source of life, but just saying that seems to place limits and you are limitless. Your very name is a mystery.

I don’t need to understand, Lord. I just need to give in to you. Words are futile. Please teach me how to be silent, just to be.

Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done unto me according to your word.”
(Luke 1:38)

Here I am, Lord. I come to do your will. I echo Mary’s words, “Be it done unto me” three times a day in the Angelus. May I remember to say “Fiat” even when my plans are interrupted. My only real plan is to do your will; my schedules are just guidelines to remind me. They have to be flexible, for you surprise me when I least expect it. Especially in prayer, let me go wherever your Spirit leads me. The structure of the Exercises is just a skeleton to support us when we are dry or searching. You will show us when to move to another step.

They did not realize that Jesus was speaking to them of the Father. So Jesus said to them, “When you lift up the Son of Man, you will realize that I AM, and that I do nothing on my own, but I say only what the Father taught me.”
(John 8:27-28)

Today, Lord, you foretell your imminent death. Let me die to myself, and I will rise with you. Drag me out of my lethargy, or let me learn from it. I trust in you. Thy will be done.