DAILY DEVOTIONAL
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Why does sometimes the world appear so dismal?
And Christ taught us, “Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your vision is clear, your whole body also is full of light. But when it is poor, your body is full of darkness. Be careful, then, that the light within you is not darkness.…” – Luke 11:34-35
When I remove my eyeglasses that which is in the distance becomes blurry. When I go without my eyeglasses, my eyes are strained, and my mind begins to ache. Truly without the assistance of my eyeglasses, my mortal vision is diminished, and my experience of life is lessened.
We live in a dusty world, people kicking up dust over the slightest disagreement. We live in a smoky world, cannons both actual and figurative firing away. We live in a world of smokestacks and leaf blowers, no wonder our eyes are filled with irritants. And when the eyes are irritated, the world appears all the more irritated and the world within ourselves irritated all the more.
When we focus on the darkness, we are darkened within. When we focus on the evil, all we see is evil. When we focus on the anger, the anger consumes.
But take heart, for when we cleanse our own eyes of the dust of prejudice, bitterness, envy, suspicion, negativity, vengeance, and the smoke of war, when we wash our eyes in the merciful waters of grace, we then can behold the wonders at the work and the beauty that is present all around us and even within us. We have washed the windows of our souls and the Light of God is radiant.
And when the Light is abundant, the latent image of God within us then appears; and when the Light is abundant, we grow.
Always in His Service,
Fr. Charitas de la Cruz
I watch with amazement a young lad balanced so perfectly on the railing of the dock. He is mimicking what the herons do on that same railing, one leg tucked under, poised on the other. And I am not sure who poses the better, the heron or the lad.
At the time of Christ, a popular conservative movement was taking place in Israel, a hearkening to return to the strict adherence to religious values of the past. This was the rise of the Pharisees, a predominantly lay movement that took to heart the words found in II Chronicles 7:14 …”If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” The Pharisees sought to tighten up the rules and return to the strict adherence and then, and only then, would the nation of Israel return to its former glory and privileged statue in the eyes of God. They called for perfect law and order … but Christ could see their hypocrisy and confronted their definition of what it meant to perfect in the eyes of God.
When the wars are too many I like to journey to the Lake of Swans. I sit on the bank and watch their drifting and soon my soul drifts with them. I find them to be a soft nocturne, played on harps or pianissimo pianos. The swans in their quiet do not invite me to nap, but rather to have my inner thoughts drift to the surface of my mindfulness. They invite my soul to stretch beyond the boundaries of my body, to allow the soul to reach beyond my self-imposed limits.
Within this plea in the Lord’s Prayer is a confession. “Lord, help me for I struggle with a moral weakness. I want to do right, but I do not always do it; I want to not do wrong, but sometimes I do.” And if we are wise enough to be humble … we all have need of this prayer. And if we think we don’t … then we most assuredly do for the delusion of self-righteousness has come upon us.
The Sabbath was not meant to be a tangle of life-complicating rules, but rather a celebration of Divine creativity, a celebration of the Divine gift of Life. It is a Holy Blessing to be used in blessed ways … but in our times we pay it little heed.
I love watching the old ones doing their Tai-chi. I love how somehow slows the pace of Time. I love the poetry of the motion, not in the same way as the dance but in manner of sculptures reaching into the world of the living. I love the old ones doing their Tai-chi for I think they understand its wisdom.
This contemplative life of Christian discipleship, this living out the life of the prayerful servant, has drawn into my humanity a deeper experience of the Spirit. No, not with the manifestations of the charismatic movement, but rather with dream and vision of Joel. The Spirit fills me with dreams and visions not of the past but of the future, the way life could be and not the way life was. The Spirit fills me with dreams of how heaven and earth can function as one, not a journey into despair but a journey of hope. The Spirit fills me visions of the latent possibility that has been struggling to make itself known.