Twice this week when I was out running errands, I popped into stores to buy a few things for our home. In both instances, the checkout clerk asked me, “Do you want a bag for that?” I was a little disconcerted at first; my initial reaction was, Yes, I want a bag, it’s much more convenient to carry items when they’re bagged. But then I realized that they were doing the right thing. Disposable plastic shopping bags are not good for our environment; producing them harms the environment, and so does disposing of them. It would be much better for me to bring a reusable bag with me on these little trips. I’m notorious in our house for never remembering to bring our reusable shopping bags. These store clerks asking the question, “Do you want a bag?”, served to remind me that I can, and should, do better. Their asking me that question was a small kindness, the kind of simple and humble act that can serve as a small point of light in the darkness.
We’re
blessed to live in a community filled with people who are small points of light
in the darkness. A couple of weeks back,
we had a wonderful celebration of wedding anniversaries at one of our
masses. We celebrated married couples,
some of whom have been married for a very long time: 40, 50, even 60 years. When we see marriages that have worked out
and stayed together that long, spouses who have been faithful to one another over
those years, through all the difficulties and stresses that accompany any
marriage, we get a glimpse – just a glimpse - of God’s steadfast love for
us.
We’re told
in our Gospel reading that Peter, John and James see Jesus’s glory, and also
see Moses and Elijah coming to Jesus in glory.
That word “glory” seems to refer to the dazzling whiteness of their
appearance – as if they were emitting rays of light, like the sun. It seems that these apostles were given a glimpse
– just a glimpse – of the full spiritual reality that is on offer to them as
followers of Jesus. Just a brief hint of
his power and might, his standing in the center of salvation history around
which all else revolves, all through the ages, stretching back to Abram and
even farther, spanning the time of Moses in the desert, and the time of Elijah
during the Davidic monarchy, right through to our present day and beyond. To see Jesus in his glory: it must have been
wondrous to behold.
The
experience disoriented those three disciples.
Peter started babbling, not knowing what he was saying. And as they descended from the mountain, the
three apostles were silent – it was as if they had no words to describe or
understand what had just taken place.
When we’re
in the presence of those who follow Jesus, of those who have chosen to listen
to him and follow him, it fills us with such joy and hope. It’s like the spring sunshine warming our
faces. And conversely, when we’re in the
presence of those who haven’t heard the voice of Jesus, or worse, have heard
the voice of Jesus and chosen to walk in the opposite direction, toward evil, we
find it so repulsive, so heart-chilling.
It seems to envelop us in a cloak of darkness.
That’s been
my reaction to this past week’s horrific mosque attacks in New Zealand, by a
man who apparently is a white supremacist.
It feels as though the sun was blotted out of the sky over that country
for a time. I don’t think it’s possible
to be confronted by such an act and not conclude that we’re witnessing great
evil. To their credit, the Catholic
bishops of New Zealand immediately condemned the mass shooting and declared
that they stand in solidarity with the Muslim community in that country. To declare that is a small act, but small
acts by those who listen to Jesus make a difference. Each small act, done in faith in Jesus, is a
small point of light on a canvas of darkness.
The canvas
of darkness in our world today certainly is vast. Our climate and environment continue to
deteriorate. There is a certain irony in
God’s invitation to Abram to “count the stars, if you can”. No doubt, on a clear night in the desert in
Abram’s day, the thousands upon thousands of stars in the sky were a dazzling
sight; but with the deterioration of our environment, in some parts of the
world today there are few stars visible at night, even when there is no natural
cloud cover. And there are still other
evils we could name. The countries of the
world possess weapons of mass destruction, or are trying to acquire them, or
are trying to acquire more. Abortions
continue day by day and year by year, destroying the lives of babies who are defenseless
and also innocent of any wrong-doing. I
could go on and on talking about the evils which beset us in the world.
In the face
of these vast social evils, over which we as individuals have little or no
control, what can we do? It would be
easy for us to conclude that there is nothing we can do – it would be easy to
despair. This is where the small points
of light help us. Our small and simple
acts of Christian faith are like the stars in the desert sky, each one tiny yet
dazzling. Those St. Edna couples who
have been married for 50 or 60 years – their lives and their marriages are small
pinpoints of dazzling witness to love and fidelity. So are those New Zealand bishops, and others
in New Zealand and around the world, who have expressed their love and solidarity
for the Muslim community in Christchurch.
There is dazzling witness being offered in our religious ed classes, where
our children are being prepared for first communion and teens for
confirmation. There are small points of
dazzling witness in the parish office and lobby, where our Outreach ministry
provides food to hungry people in our community, and comfort and kindness for
those who are homeless. These are small
acts of Christian faith, performed humbly and quietly by individuals who are listening
to Jesus. Each of them dazzles us
because each one reflects the dazzling love of Jesus himself. And make no mistake: these acts of dazzling
witness, though small in themselves, have their effect on the little corners of
the world we inhabit. Over time and
cumulatively, it changes us and changes the world. In fact, it makes the Kingdom of God present
among us.
St. Paul tells
the Philippians, and us, that we are citizens of heaven. This isn’t our true home; our true home is
with God. Until we can be with him, we’re
afforded these little glimpses of what can be, what may be possible, if only we
have an ounce of faith. Just as Peter, John
and James got a glimpse of the full, dazzling reality of Jesus, our small acts
of faith here, by those who are listening to Jesus, give us a glimpse of what
our home in heaven may be like.
Good one, Jim. I especially like the part about "...our small acts of faith here, by those who are listening to Jesus, give us a glimpse of what our home in heaven may be like."
ReplyDeleteThere aren't too many Transfiguration hymns, but there is this one, which we sang this morning, and which I liked.
Katherine, I hadn't heard that song before. Very nice. Those publisher recordings can be a pleasure to listen to - they pull together nice studio choirs for them, and a lot of times they use the "maximal" arrangements, like the cello in that recording (we don't have a cello, except one we hire in on Christmas and Triduum).
DeleteThe lyrics are pretty strong. I like it.
Yes, it's a comfort and a grace to recognize those small points of light. They are like little sacraments that keep hope alive.
ReplyDeleteMinor point of darkness: I don't assume that people married a long time are over some kind of hump. Statistics indicate that divorces are up among long-married Boomers. So is binge drinking, dope smoking, and suicide opioid.
Every phase of marriage has it's challenges--immaturity among newly weds, boredom and the stress of kids in young families, the empty nest in middle age, and the years of physical and mental decline in old age.
Sometimes inertia and fear of loneliness is keeping people together as much as anything.
*suicide/opioid addiction
DeleteSometimes as a long-married senior I think of the Robert Burns poem, John Anderson My Jo.
DeleteJean, yes. I guess, if we run with the metaphor of our relationship with God being like a marriage, it's probably pretty rough on him sometimes, and we're the dysfunctional (and unfaithful) spouse. Fortunate for us that he keeps calling us back.
DeleteI think inertia and fear keep a lot of people connected to the Church as well as in marriages. I have no clear idea what you mean by God always "calling us back." It sounds reassuring but slippery.
DeleteBy "calling us back", I was thinking of the prophet Hosea, who had an unfaithful wife whom he still loved and called back.
DeleteI'm sure you're right about fear and inertia. Those are opportunities to rekindle romance, so to speak.