Wednesday of the Twenty-second Week in Ordinary Time
Wednesday, September 2, 2020
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray again with Psalm 33, this time with one different verse from a few days ago:
From heaven’s fixed throne God beholds
all who dwell on the earth,
God Who fashions each heart
and knows all its works.
Think of that: God fashions each heart.
The phrase has special meaning for me today because, yesterday, we welcomed a precious new baby girl into our family.
I look at her newborn innocence and realize that she is the freshest, most hopeful breath of God, still so wrapped in the heavenly air from Whom we all receive life.
We all received that Breath once and it lives eternally within us. Every one of us has received a heart fashioned in God’s own image.
Sometimes that reality is hard to believe about ourselves and others, as it seems to have been for the Corinthians in today’s first reading. Sometimes we make a real mess of the gift we have been given!
Nevertheless, the gift is true and remains true despite our worst efforts!😉
Reflecting on today’s Gospel, there may be “various diseases” and dysfunctions that we wish to bring to the healing hands of Jesus today – for ourselves and for our world. We ask God to restore our innocence and hope throughout our lives and world.
In order to remember and live within the sacred truth that God breathed us into being, we might repeat today’s psalm refrain throughout our day:
Blessed are we, chosen to be God’s own.
Poetry: Two poems today to bless our dear new child Claire:
Songs of Innocence - William Blake Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee; Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb He is meek, and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee! Christina Rossetti - Holy Innocents Sleep, little baby, sleep; The holy Angels love thee, And guard thy bed, and keep A blessed watch above thee. No spirit can come near Nor evil beast to harm thee: Sleep, sweet, devoid of fear Where nothing need alarm thee. The love which doth not sleep, The eternal Arms around thee: The shepherd of the sheep In perfect love hath found thee. Sleep through the holy night, Christ-kept from snare and sorrow, Until thou wake to light And love and warmth to-morrow.
Music: Innocence – Roberto Cacciapaglia