Memorial of St. Leo the Great
November 10, 2022
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, Jesus tells us a secret about the Kingdom of God:
“The coming of the Kingdom of God
cannot be observed,
and no one will announce,
‘Look, here it is,’ or, ‘There it is.’
For behold, the Kingdom of God
is among you.”
And it remains a bit of a secret, even after He tells it, because it is often very hard to discern the “Kingdom among us”. There is nothing more invisible than something hiding in plain sight.
Through prayer, we discover that it is about our eyes – not about visibility. It is about the power of grace within us to see beyond appearances. We need a soul that can “peel the onion” of experience to find the face of God resident within all things.
- With that kind of eyes, you don’t just have a business meeting today.
You have an opportunity to build God’s Kingdom through respect, encouragement and mutuality.
- You don’t just pass a person begging on the corner.
You walk near Christ himself accompanying a broken spirit.
- You don’t just encounter the hurts and challenges of your life.
You are invited by God into a living faith that finds God’s will in all things.
- You don’t live in the world with just other creatures.
You meet and honor the Divine Presence in every living thing.
Indeed, the Kingdom of God is right here among us.
May we see it!
May we treasure it!
May we reveal it!
Poetry: In No Strange Land – Francis Thompson
O world invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air—
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?
Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars!—
The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
The angels keep their ancient places;—
Turn but a stone and start a wing!
’Tis ye, ’tis your estrangèd faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.
But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
Cry;—and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Jacob’s ladder
Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
Cry,—clinging to Heaven by the hems;
And lo, Christ walking on the water,
Not of Genesareth, but Thames!
Music: Let Your Kingdom Come – Tommy Walker