Showing posts with label Elijah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elijah. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

September 24, 2015 (Thursday)

 Lk 9:7-9

Herod the tetrarch heard about all that was happening, and he was greatly perplexed because some were saying,"John has been raised from the dead": others were saying, Elijah has appeared": still others, "One of the ancient prophets has arisen."  But Herod said, "John I beheaded.  Who then is this about whom I hear such things?"  And he kept trying to see him.

The Word in other words

When I opted to be a volunteer missionary in Liberia, West Africa, I needed to undergo a lot of preparation besides the mandatory vaccination against yellow fever.  First is emotional preparation because I would be working for the refugees and internally displaced people; second, physical preparation because I would be helping rebuild a community and that would require travelling even into the heart of the jungle; and third, spiritual preparation because I would be dealing with wounded people and victims of war.

Reaching my designated area of arrival, I was surprised to see the ravages brought about by the war.  There was no electricity, there was scarcity of food in the market, no drinking water was available, no infrastructure was standing and, on a positive note, the presence of different non-governmental organizations doing their respective social services was visible.  As a JRS (Jesuit Refugee Service) volunteer, I brought with me the vision-mission of the group.

In the first reading, the Lord reminded his people through he prophet Haggai about their responsibility.  The forgot the graces they received from the Lord.  They became complacent about their relationship with God because they had whatever they needed.  Despite all the abundance that life could offer, they were not contented at all.  There was still a vacuum: though they had their fill, they were not satisfied; though they worked hard, nothing was enough for them because they took the essentials for granted.

The people of Voinjama, Liberia may have been victims of war and conflict, but they have shown their inner strength to face the challenges ahead of them as they started to rebuild their own lives and the community that was once full of life.  Yes, they have little to go by materially but they have what they needed in order to survive, and that is their strong faith in a loving and merciful God.

- Fr. Jun Perez, SVD (Ansan, South Korea)

Monday, August 10, 2015

Readings and Gospel for August 9, 2015 (Sunday)

First Reading
1 Kgs 19:4-8

And went a day's journey into the wilderness, until he came to a solitary broom tree and sat beneath it.  He prayed for death: "Enough, LORD! Take my life, for I am no better than my ancestors."  He lay down and fell asleep under the solitary broom tree, but suddenly a messenger touched him and said, "Get up and eat!"  He looked and there at his head was a hearth cake and a jug of water.  After he ate and drank, he lay down again, but the angel of the Lord came back a second time, touched him, and said, "Get up and eat or the journey will be too much for you!"  He got up, ate, and drank; then strengthened by that food, he walked forty days and forty nights to the mountain of God, Horeb.

Second Reading
Eph 4:30-5:2

And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with which you were sealed for the day of redemption.  All bitterness, fury, anger, shouting, and reviling must be removed from you, along with all malice.  [And] be kind to one another, compassionate, forgiving one another as God has forgiven you in Christ.

So be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us and handed himself over for us as a sacrificial offering to God for a fragrant aroma.

Gospel Reading

The Jews murmured about him because he said, "I am the bread that came down from heaven," and they said, "Is this not Jesus, the son of Joseph? Do we not know his father and mother?  Then how can he say, ' I have come down from heaven'?"  Jesus answered and said to them, "Stop murmuring among yourselves.

"No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draw him, and I will raise him on the last day.  It is written in the prophets:  'They shall be taught by God.'  Everyone who listens to my Father and learns from him comes to me.  Not that anyone has seen the Father except the one who is from God;  he has seen the Father.  Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever believes has eternal life.   Your ancestors ate the manna in the desert, but they died; this is the bread that comes from heaven so that one may eat it and not die.

"I am the living bread that came down from heaven; whoever eats this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world."

The Word in other words

"Di ko na kaya" or "Ayoko na."  These words express the emotional and spiritual condition of many people today, revealing their exhaustion and burnt out by stress, disappointment and opposition, within the family, at work and even in the parish.  We are tempted "to throw the towel", "Suko na ako!" Can we get out of this?  Can we recover the meaning of life, our peace of mind ,our determination to act?

Elijah (in our first reading) is a typical case of "burn-out".  As a prophet he presented God and the demands of social justice to the people.  But he was rejected and even persecuted.  Tired of preaching and tired of life, he no longer saw any meaning in serving God.  "This is enough," he said, "Lord, take my life."  His faith and fidelity were in deep crisis.  Was Elijah able to recover? How?

Twice an angel woke him up from his sleep of despair and invited him to eat and drink.  The food came from God!  God gave Elijah new courage.  When the angel told him, "There is a long road ahead of you," the intent was to infuse meaning into his life, as if to say "May bukas pa sa iyong buhay," Elijah thus regained his faith and trust in the Lord.

The Gospel tells us that the food from God, which gives us new life, is Jesus himself.  "The person who believes in me has everlasting life.  Whoever eats of this bread, shall live."  As I adhere to Jesus in humble faith, I once again acquire the will to live.  I get a boost in life and gain the patience necessary for faithfully doing my task.

In the midst of doubt, stress and tiredness, it seems hard to regain faith and fidelity.  But today's Gospel assures us that God the Father himself is instructing us and drawing us closer to Jesus.  In our anguish we might say,  "Lord I believe, help my unbelief!"  Thus, we overcome life's stresses.  We recover our personal adherence to Christ.  We regain the courage and patience we need in order generously to serve others.  Jesus is the living bread for my life, but also "for the life of the world!"

Mother Teresa, who provides us with a program for recovery, says: "The fruit of silence is prayer; the fruit of prayer is faith; the fruit of faith is love; the fruit of love is service; the fruit of service is peace."  From silence to faith to service.  No basketball game is won without "time-out".  No burn-out is healed without moments of silence leading to prayer and faith.  And if we pick up the love that leads to service, we arrive at peace: Peace of heart and mind, and the determination to act for peace in the family, church, and nation.


Thursday, August 6, 2015

Gospel for August 6, 2015 (Thursday)

Mk 9:2-10

After six days Jesus took Peter, James, and John and led them up a high mountain apart by themselves.  And he was transfigured before them and his clothes became dazzling white. such as no fuller on earth could bleach them.  Then Elijah appeared to them along with Moses, and they were conversing with Jesus.  Then Peter said to Jesus in reply, "Rabbi, it is good that we are here!  Let us make three tents: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah."  He hardly knew what to say, they were so terrified.

Then a cloud came, casting a shadow over them; then from the cloud came a voice, "This is my beloved Son.  Listen to him."  Suddenly, looking around, they no longer saw anyone but Jesus alone with them.  As they were coming down from the mountain, he charged them not to relate what they had seen to anyone, except when the Son of Man had risen from the dead.  So they kept the matter to themselves, questioning what rising from the dead meant.

The Word in other words

Working in school for the last 14 years, I found that one of the most challenging decisions to make every year is where to hold major retreats and recollections. This is true not only for our faculty but also for our students, especially the graduating 4th year students whose parents can usually afford out of town activities for their children,  And what should be the gauge of a good place for such activity?  For us administrators, foremost is that it should be in a far and isolated place.  We discourage retreats in our city because there is always the temptation to go home which is anyway just a stone's throw away.  Moreover, making "valid reasons" for "hard to refuse" permissions is as easy for our employees or students as buying puto (rice cake) in a nearby store.  Looking back to the planning stage of every retreat or recollection, a great number would insist that it be held locally for various reasons like it saves money, makes it easy for the "SC" (Senior Citizen) members of the community, facilitates the feeding of their babies, and many more,  Of course, some reasons are valid, but others are obviously not convincing enough compared to the annual spiritual activity,

But experience also shows that common to all these retreats or recollections is the fact that at the end of the activity, one normally hears comments like, "Can we extend?" or "Bitin", or "Sana dito na lang tayo" (I hope we can stay here forever).  In short, if possible, the participants would want to postpone even for a little while.

As my parishioners would say, when I was still a parish priest, "Kada bagting, kaon" (Each time the bell rings, we eat).  But I think it is not only the eating which makes a retreat something to miss, since that part is something they can always do at home anyway, maybe even more often.  It is not only the physical comfort or the experience of being away from daily concerns that makes a difference, but more so the experience of being in a state of an unfamiliar "peace".  When we invite speakers, we see to it that we get the best ones, Our Campus Ministry Office would always prepare beautiful liturgical and other para-liturgical exercises and we see to it that they are well-prepared for a meaningful reception of the Sacrament of Reconciliation,  And of course, what more can one ask after a foretaste of heaven?

What about the "going-home-part"?  Many have actually turned into "Peters".   Remember when Peter told Jesus, "Rabbi, it is wonderful for us to be here; so let us make three shelters, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah"?  They also wanted to stay on Mt. Tabor!  Home for some means worrying again for the next meal, or being back to a nagging wife or a suspicious husband, or dealing with a troublesome neighbor, or returning to a pile of papers for evaluation and signature, or doing lesson plans.  In short, home could mean going back to the harsh realities of life.

No, they just have to go back.  They just have to bring back with them that newfound peace- the peace that is the result of the realization that this Jesus Christ taught to them by their catechist, by their parents and teachers, by the books they read, by the movies and videos they watch- this Jesus Christ is God.  In fact, He is the Son of God. He was introduced to them and they have seen and experienced the truth of that during the retreat, confirmed just as it was confirmed to Peter, James, and John who heard a voice from heaven saying "This is my Son, the Beloved.  Listen to Him."

No.  Don't stay.  Rather, go back and face the realities of home- this time as a better and stronger person, because you know that somewhere up there, a reward is waiting.

                            -Fr. Bar Fabella, SVD (DWC, Calapan City)

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