Showing posts with label presence of God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label presence of God. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Excuses - Excuses

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Somewhere along the line we got the idea that if we didn’t like church we didn’t have to go. There are a lot of excuses. One of the most frequent reasons I here is, “I don’t get anything out of it.”

Other reasons include:

  • I don’t like the priest/minister
  • Preaching is lousy (I don’t like message)
  • I don’t like the music (the style, it’s not performed well, too slow, too fast, to old, to contemporary)
  • I don’t like what they teach
  • The people are hypocrites
  • It's not warm and fuzzy (It's too warm and fuzzy)
  • All they do is ask for money

The list could go on. But we miss the point.

We shouldn’t be going to church on Sunday in order to get something out of it. The reason we go to Church is to put something into it.

“Remember to keep holy the Sabbath Day.”

Did we forget that  it’s not about me - it’s about HIM. We go to Mass (church) to worship not be entertained. We go because we love the Lord not because we like or don’t like a particular priest. We go to hear God’s word and be with the community He formed, even with its imperfections.

We honor the Sabbath because we were commanded to. God said it - not me. And it isn’t as though God needs our worship. He doesn’t, but as I’ve said before, when God asks something of us, when we’re commanded to do something, it’s for our good. God doesn’t need our worship, He doesn’t need anything from us, but we have a need to worship Him. Our worship of God puts us in a right relationship with Him. Through our worship we communicate our love of God and God communicates his love for us.

The Church teaches us that Christ is present at Mass in four ways. He is present sacramentally in the Eucharist. Christ is also present in the His Word proclaimed in the midst of the people. He is present in the sacramental priesthood and in the people who have assembled to worship.

How can we, how can anyone, walk away from the true presence of Christ in the Eucharist and the Word? How can we be accepting of a relationship with God and reject a relationship with His people, His body the Church?

Perhaps we don’t get anything out of Church because we don’t put anything in, garbage in, garbage out as they say.

Perhaps we so easily judge the community as hypocritical because we see the speck in our brother’s eye and not the plank in our own.

Perhaps it isn’t warm and fuzzy because we are icy cold.

When we attend Mass with our mind set on worship it won’t matter who the priest is. It won’t matter if the preaching is bad because the “Word” is good. We’ll sing the music because it gives praise to God even if the choir is out of tune.

Our purpose in going to Mass needs to be first and foremost the praise and worship God. But that doesn’t mean that God won’t give us something in return. When our heart is in the right place; when we give God primacy, we are indeed filled with every grace and blessing, with every spiritual gift under the heavens. The music will have a richness we never expected, the priest might not be the lunk-head we thought he was, the teachings of the Church will become clear and meaningful and our love for the community of hypocrites will increase. We just might see everything in a new light.

It is God’s nature to love us and to desire what is good for us. Won’t that day be wonderful when, gathered at Mass with the Body of Christ; having listened to God’s Word; having received Christ in the Eucharist; having raised our voices in praise and thanksgiving, we cry out together as St. Peter did on Mount Tabor, “It is good for us to be here,” in church.

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Take his hand

In was praying this morning, nothing unusual about that. But, one of the things that I do before I pray the office is this, I consecrate the time to God asking only the courage to know him and to do his will and if he gives me anything beyond this that I accept it humbly, with a contrite heart. Now if I am feeling especially sinful or contrite about something I make an act of contrition.


“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins…,” at this point I say something like I detest… whatever sin or issue it is.


Well today, I was particularly mindful of some anger, frustration, resentment and vengeful thinking regarding a situation in which I have been mistreated. I really wanted to give some people an earful. The thing is that frequently these feelings have been invading my prayer. They have undermined my peace, and, to some extent, have kept me separated from Christ.


I brought these things to my “confession.” “Father, I detest my resentment and anger. I am unable to strip myself of these feelings and so I leave them at the foot of your throne.” Having completed my act of contrition I began praying the office. I was reading the psalm from the office of readings when I came upon this passage. I knew that God had heard my prayer. He spoke to me in the psalm. He might as well have spoken through a burning bush or from a cloud in the sky, it was that clear.

And so when my heart grew embittered
And my soul was deeply wounded
I was stupid and did not understand,
No better than a beast in your sight.

Yet, I was always in your presence;
You were holding me by my right hand. (Psalm 73:21-23)

I think that one of the things that have kept me enslaved to my anger, clutching desperately to my resentments, quick to pass judgment is not just the deceitful, mean spiritedness of a single act. Indeed I have no resentment toward the one who instigated the betrayal. I know he is ill. But the rejection and abandonment of people who claimed to be my friends; to suffer their abandonment and rejection and their continued attacks, this is a bitter pill. That’s the source of the anger and everything else that goes with it.


But I have been stupid, like a dumb animal I have not been using my brain or my heart. I was not abandoned. The Father was there through it all. He was holding my hand. Just as I would have held my own son’s hand when he was a child, making sure he got through whatever difficulty faced him. Like a child rests upon its mother’s knee, protected, provided for, and loved. That’s who God is, not just for me, but for anyone who calls upon Him.

Who else have I in heaven but you O Lord?
Apart from you I want nothing.

We are never abandoned. Even if it looks like it and feels like it, the Lord has us by the hand. He’s got our back. No real harm can ever befall us. Take His hand. I leave you with this lyric based on Isaiah 49 from a song by Carey Landry.

My people, I have carved you on the palm of My Hand, I will never forget you, I will not leave you orphaned, I will never forget My own. Would a mother forget her baby, or a woman the child within her womb? Yet even if these forget, yes, even if these forget, I will never forget My own.