Monthly Archives: July 2015
Then every scribe who has been instructed in the Kingdom of heaven is like the head of a household who brings from his store room the new and the old.
The scribes you instructed, Lord, have recorded your words. They know that the new law perfects the old.
Today, we read about how Moses “did everything you commanded him” while building your ark and preserving your commandments. As we meditate on your message, help us to see how we are to implement it here and now. Your store room is vast and rich. Whatever we need is there, if we look for it in faith and humility.
This afternoon I will receive your Body. Let me do nothing that might distract me from you, who are my center. Draw me into yourself; let me see everything in your Light.
“Yes, Lord, I have come to believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, the one who is coming into the world.”
I, too, have come to believe, Lord. Even though I was taught from childhood, there came a time – perhaps several times – when I experienced the faith that Martha expresses. In her grief over her brother’s death, in her disappointment that you were not there to prevent it, she knows and trusts you.
When we are overwhelmed and asking why you let the tragedies of this world happen, you come to us, comfort us, and, at the same time, demand of us a deeper faith, a deeper understanding, a trust beyond trust. You come into our world.
He who sows good seed is the Son of Man, the field is the world, the good seed the children of the Kingdom. The weeds are the children of the evil one.
We are children of your Kingdom, Lord. In your mercy, nourish us that we may bear fruit. Gather us into your granaries.
[The mustard seed] is the smallest of all seeds, yet when full grown it becomes the largest of plants. It becomes a large bush, and the birds of the sky come and dwell in its branches.
Here I am, Lord. All is quiet. You are with me when I stop and when I walk on. Envelop me in your loving Presence.
Your kingdom is in the seed and in the soil. It connects us to you and to one another. You reach down to us as we reach up to you. Let us shelter your Word as the bush shelters your birds, welcoming blessings whether we understand them or not. Our trials are blessings and one day we may look back and see their purpose. For now, the “Why?” doesn’t matter.
Let me rejoice in whatever you send, Lord. I trust in you.
“What good are these among so many?”
Lord, when I take a box of pasta, a jar of sauce, some peanut butter, canned soup or vegetables for the Food Bank on the weekend, it seems like such a meager offering — a meal for a small family. But when I put it into the barrel, atop what others have donated, I realize that nothing I give is from me alone.
Please help me to remember, even as I struggle with debt, that just ten dollars can make a difference. Your harvest is a hundredfold.