As many as touched Jesus’ cloak were healed

The Dawn from on high shall break upon us….

Today at Mass was proclaimed the Gospel passage that recounted how all the people scurried about the countryside to bring to Jesus any who were sick that they might at least touch the tassel of his cloak. (Mark 6:53-56)

I was led to bring to Jesus in spirit a loved one who is approaching death, to lay her down near him that she might touch the tassel of his cloak. Gently, I imagined myself lifting her hand towards Jesus, trusting that he would free her from her sorrows, the burdens of life she had carried, wounds that I was never privy to but which were a part of her struggle to live with joy the beautiful gift of her baptism, her marriage, her motherhood. Wounds she had carried in silence as she poured out her love on us. As Jesus took her hand, his mercy became my own. Her every gift and vulnerability has shaped me, blessed me, made me who I am. And for that I am grateful.

As many as touched Jesus’ cloak were healed. (Mark 6:56)

Who do you want to bring to Jesus today?

The splendor light of heaven’s glorious sunrise is about to break upon us in holy visitation,
all because the merciful heart of our God is so very tender. (Lk. 1:78 TPT)

Guided Meditation: The Storm on the Lake

Friends, many feel that these times have been and continue to be like a great storm. Maybe you do also. You might wonder where Jesus is? He might seem asleep amidst the sorrow and the pain, the uncertainty and the loneliness. I offer you this meditation on a scripture passage that is sure to bring us comfort. I pray you meet Jesus here in prayer.

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At last, someone has seen ME

In today’s Gospel we witness the freedom Jesus brings to the possessed man who lived among the tombs, a frightening and violent man who was kept outside the community in the places of the dead.

I wonder what the man dwelling among the tombs with an unclean spirit experienced on the “inside.” We know how other people experienced him: he was a scary, out-of-control, possessed, and violent man. As I prayed with this passage, however, I entered within this unsubdued man bound with chains and shackles. What was it like to be this man? What did he feel? Desire? Fear?

I sensed that this person, deep within his spirit, could have felt shame, abandoned, powerless, hopeless, rejected as he dwelt away from the community, possessed by thousands of demons. (The name “Legion” refers to a Roman regiment of six thousand soldiers.)

Perhaps his heart was crying out, “Even though I’m screaming, no one hears ME. Even though people see me crying out and bruising myself with stones, no one sees ME.”

Sometimes I feel this way.

When life throws me unexpected detours shot through with loss and grief, my response can be public, embarrassing, insecure, out of character. I feel shame as people see my problems, mistakes, tears, reactions.

Yet at these times I too cry out from the deepest places of my heart, “No one sees ME.”

They hear my attempts to understand, analyze, and fix.

Responses such as, “I heard you already,” “You can’t do it,” “You’re too identified with your role,” “You’re out of the picture now,” can leave any of us crying out as the man who gashed himself with stones on the mountainside, ostracized from the community, our hearts broken open with the longing to be seen and heard and touched with gentle reverence.

In this Gospel reading, it is clear that Jesus saw this man. Jesus saw the external behavior that so frightened everyone who knew about this man. He also, though, could hold in his vision the heart and soul of this man created by his Father, this Beloved of his Heart. Jesus saw him. Jesus knew him. Jesus restored him to wholeness and truth. Jesus returned him to the community.

Jesus sees your deepest reality, your greatest suffering, your desperate need.

Jesus knows your true self and can understand and heal the parts of you that still cry out for wholeness and truth.

When we see ourselves and others in this beautiful and gracious way, we too can bring wholeness and truth to others and ourselves in the midst of any suffering.

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Sacred Moments: Silence

“Is there enough Silence for the Word to be heard?”

Stillness is tranquility of the inner life, the quiet at the depths of its hidden stream. Stillness is a collected, total presence, a being all there, receptive, alert, ready. ~ Romano Guardini

If you love truth, be a lover of silence. Silence, like the sunlight, will illuminate you in God, and will unite you to God. Love silence: it brings you a fruit that tongue cannot describe. In the beginning we have to force ourselves to be silent. But then there is born something that draws us to silence. May God give you an expression of this “something” that is born of silence. After a while, a certain sweetness is born in the heart, and you are drawn almost by force to remain in silence. ~ from True Prayer by Kenneth Leech

A day filled with noise and voices can be a day of silence, If the noises become for us the echo of the presence of God. When we speak of ourselves and are filled with ourselves, we leave silence behind. When we repeat the intimate words of God that are within us, our silences remain intact. ~ from Poustinia by Catherlne de Hueck Doherty

I said to my soul, be still, and wait… In the darkness shall be the light And the stillness the dancing. ~ T. S. Eliot

Your Father ever and forever loves you

“The Father himself loves you.” This beautiful assurance of Jesus is recorded in the Gospel of John. (Jn. 16:27) And how our hearts are relieved to know that we are loved because the Father has decided to love us freely and generously and forever and ever.

Before you were created, God has loved you.

From your very birth, God has loved you. At every moment, in every place, through every valley and over every mountain, in every dark hole and corner of your life, in every bright and sunny joyous celebration, God is in you and you are in him.

When you feel beautiful and when you feel there is nothing in yourself to love, God loves you. Your Father ever and forever loves you.

He loves you tenderly. He never lifts his eyes from you. He never leaves your side.

“See, I lead everything to the end I ordained for it from without beginning by the same power, wisdom and love with which I made it. How would anything be amiss?” In these words, God assured Julian of Norwich that he himself would make all things well because his love is so great.

I hold on to this promise, especially when I’m not feeling particularly beautiful. When I feel lost and confused about where I am or where I’m going. Or where the world is and where the world is going.

I hold on to my Father’s hand when I doubt my worth and on the occasional days when I dance beside him knowing what delight he finds in loving me. My Friend, if you struggle as I, I encourage you to trust. Don’t try to figure out his outrageous kindness or understand his tender mercies. Just receive them. Just trust them. Just let yourself be loved.

Sr Kathryn J Hermes, FSP