30 Jun – First Martyrs of the Church of Rome
EASTER
It was Wednesday of Holy Week in the last year of the Second World War. I saw her kneeling before Our Lady’s statue, tears running down her face. I whispered, “What’s the trouble?” She sniffled, plunged her hand into her black pocketbook and pulled out a crumpled telegram. Then she really sobbed, “I got this only two hours ago.” It read, “The War Department regrets to inform you that your son is missing in action.”
What could I do but mumble a stumbling word of consolation and promise some really earnest prayers?
The next morning, Holy Thursday, I saw that mother kneeling before the decorated altar, her face now sadder than ever. She seemed to have grown old overnight. She was, like Our Lord, in a garden of agony.
On Good Friday I noticed her seated in a front bench, staring fixedly at the blank altar wt its unveiled crucifix. She was like Mary standing beneath the cross. It was Good Friday in her soul.
Then on Easter Saturday night before we started the Easter vigil ceremonies, she came to tell me the good news. This was not the same woman. This was a new woman with new telegram. Her son was safe, a prisoner of war. She did not tell me; she could not talk; she simply thrust the telegram into my hands. She was crying again – but her tears now made a rainbow of joy. When she left, I called out, “Happy Easter!”… but from the radiant smile on her motherly face, I knew I was wasting my breath. She knew what Easter meant much better than I did. Was it not the resurrection of her son?
- Father Manton (1000 Stories You Can Use, Volume Two by Frank Mihalic, SVD)
How real is God’s presence in the world to you?
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2 Kings 25:1-12
Zedekiah rebelled against the king of Babylon. And in the ninth year of his reign, in the tenth month, on the tenth day of the month, King Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon came with all his army against Jerusalem, and laid siege to it; they built siegeworks against it all around. So the city was besieged until the eleventh year of King Zedikiah. On the ninth day of the fourth month, the famine became so severe in the city that there was no food for they people of the land. Then a breach was made in the city wall; the king with all the soldiers fled by night by the way of the gate between the two walls, by the king’s garden, though the Chaldeans were all around the city. They went in the direction of the Arabah. But the army of the Chaldeans pursued the king, and overtook him in the plains of Jericho; all his army was scattered, deserting him. Then they captured the king and brought him up to the king of Babylon at Riblah, who passed sentence on him. They slaughtered the sons of Zedekiah before his eyes, then put out the eyes of Zedekiah; they bound him in fetters and took him to Babylon.
In the fifth month, on the seventh day of the month – which was the nineteenth year of King Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon – Nebuzaradan, the captain of the bodyguard, a servant of the king of Babylon, came to Jerusalem. He burned the house of the Lord, the king’s house, and all the houses of Jerusalem; every great house he burned down. Al the army of Chaldeans who were with the captain of the guard broke down the walls around Jerusalem. Nebuzaradan the captain of the guard carried into exile the rest of the people who were left in the city and the deserters who had defected to the king of Babylon – all the rest of the population. But the captain of the guard left some of the poorest people of the land to be vinedressers and tillers of the soil.
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Matthew 8:1-4
When Jesus had come down from the mountain, great crowds followed him; and there was a leper who came to him and knelt before him, saying, “Lord, if you choose, you can make me clean.” He stretched out his hand and touched him, saying, “I do choose: Be made clean!” Immediately his leprosy was cleansed. Then Jesus said to him, “See that you say nothing to anyone; but go, show yourself to the priest, and offer the gift that Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.”
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[This is just a story with several parallels to the Catholic faith]
“Once upon a time in a distant land, during the last battle of a long war, a righteous King died. After the battle which they won, the King’s troops carried his body back to the castle. As was tradition, the king was placed on a raft and the raft was burned as it went over the sea. However, out of the burning raft came a jewel radiating with a holy light. The jewel floated across the water and came to rest on the sandy shore, at the King’s son’s feet. News of the magic jewel spread across the land in no time and everybody wanted to see it. The Prince decided to use the jewel in the royal crown, but after many unsuccessful attempts by numerous jewelers, he was told in a dream to place the jewel in the centre of the haven, where everybody would be able to see it. Although skeptic about any possible thefts, the Prince still decided to erect a small glass shrine in which the jewel was placed. And in all the years since then, nobody ever thought of stealing that jewel, since it was a treasure that belonged to all in the land.”
“That was a long time ago. It’s just a fairy-tale for many people, although this shrine can still be seen somewhere in town beside the marketplace. I guess nobody decided to remove the shrine to keep that story going, or maybe as a sign of respect for an unknown king that lived hundreds of years ago. However, some folks rumoured that they had gone to the jewel for guidance, and that they had received help after some time. Others said that they had done just that, but that they never got any help whatsoever.”
“Anyway, that is just part of this land’s history. Just a folktale, nothing more, nothing less. Now to think that a jewel could have magical powers..”
After being told the story by his grandfather, the young boy decided to go and take the jewel out of its shrine to see whether it was really magical. He sneaked out at night, unseen, and made for the marketplace, located the shrine, and forced it open. And there it was, the jewel radiating a faint light in the dark, barely perceptible. But as he was about to take it out of the shrine, a voice spoke from nowhere. Or maybe it was from everywhere.
“Boy, this jewel is made to stay in the shrine for all those who still believe in it. I am the King that lived long before and this jewel is my gift to the people of this land. When the shrine was first built, many came to it, thinking it was magic and asked for many things: healing, fortune, happiness, love. And they came thinking the jewel was a gift from their deceased king. In a way, it was just that. And it still is. All the people that live on this land today are still the people I care for, though none of you know me anymore. They came to the jewel, thinking the jewel was magic, but the jewel was only something material they could relate to. Only very few realized that the jewel was only a symbol for the king that was still looking after them after his death. And as years passed, fewer and fewer people believed in me. Nobody had faith anymore. Or if they had faith, they then asked for things that would only harm them. This jewel is a sign, a symbol to say that I am still looking after them, that they are still my people and that I didn’t leave them alone. If they only choose to believe in me, I will help them, just as I did to all those who came to me when I was still in this world. But as their faith dwindles, the light of my presence in their hearts also fades. The people of this land are free, and as such, I can do nothing that goes against their freedom. But now, boy, do not remove the jewel. For it does not belong to you but to all those who are in need..”
The young boy woke up the next day in his bed, not even remembering how he had come back home. After breakfast, he rushed to the shrine but it was no longer there. He rushed back home to ask his grandfather about the shrine, but his grandfather said that such a shrine had never existed, and that he had never told him such a story. But the young boy believed. A king had lived before, a righteous king who was still looking after his people. And the king would help him one day, if he just believed in him.
(Today’s OXYGEN by Lyndley Ah Qune)
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We pray that, as the leper who believed in Jesus and sought out his help when he was preaching to the people, we may still believe in Him and seek out his help today. “There can be miracles, when you believe..”
Thanks be to God for His presence in the world, in our lives.
Upcoming Readings:
Sat, 01 Jul – Lamentations 2:2, 10-14, 18-19; Matthew 8:5-17
Sun, 02 Jul – Wisdom 1:13-15, 2:23-24; 2 Corinthians 8:7, 9, 13-15; Mark 5:21-43; Thirteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time
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