October 28, 2021
Feast of Saints Simon and Jude, Apostles
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray with Psalm 19. Today’s beautiful verses alert us to the magnificence of the Heavens as a testament to God’s Glory:
The heavens declare the glory of God,Psalm 19: 2-3
and the firmament proclaims God’s handiwork.
Day pours out the word to day,
and night to night imparts knowledge.
We might picture the psalmist, perhaps burdened, confused, or exhausted by the exigencies of daily life, walking outside under an October sky such as the ones we are given this time of year. The walk may have happened in a crystal blue Noon, or late under a black canopy sprayed with October’s meteor showers.
Whatever the hour, that ancient psalmist’s heart is stilled in nature’s constant, silent yet resounding adoration of our Creator:
Not a word nor a discoursePsalm 19: 4-5
whose voice is not heard;
Through all the earth their voice resounds,
and to the ends of the world, their message.
Psalm 19, after today’s introductory stanzas, compares nature’s elegant and eternal balance to the perfection of God’s Law…
The law of the LORD is perfect,Psalm 19:8
refreshing the soul.
On this Feast of Saints Simon and Jude, the Church uses Psalm 19 to describe the work of an Apostle. Like the heavens whose beauty and constancy declare God’s glory, the Apostle lives and preaches that Divine Elegance – that Law of Love perfected in Jesus Christ.
Paul, in our first reading from Ephesians, says that these Apostles lay the foundation for all of us to become – like Sacred Creation – “a dwelling place of God in the Spirit.”
Our Gospel recounts the calling of the first twelve of these “foundation builders”. But the call continues eternally. It comes to each of us.
Under the constant sun and other stars, that call to witness and declare God’s glory summons us to live a life that sings:
We praise you, O God,Today’s Alleluia Verse taken from the Te Deum
we acclaim you as Lord;
with the glorious company of Apostles,
we praise you.
Poetry: Pied Beauty- Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
Music: Benedictus – Karl Jenkins