Feast of Christ the King
“Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed your, or thirsty and give you a drink? When did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? When did we see you ill and in prison and visit you?” (Matthew 25:37-38)
In which of my neighbors will I see you today, Lord? In an hour, I’ll play Scrabble with three or four friends. Let me recognize their diverse personalities, and, in particular, their needs. Let me listen patiently and respectfully, enjoy their humor, and offer whatever I can contribute.
The only way to serve you is to let you serve through me. Make me your instrument, receiving your song and releasing it. You are the carpenter; I am only the saw. You are the artist; I am the brush. You are the sculptor; I am the tool.
But I am also the strings you pluck, the wood that you carve, the canvass that you illuminate and the clay that you mold. Let me do your will by subjecting myself to your touch. Work in me, not just through me. Put me at your service.