Tuesday of the Second Week in Ordinary Time
January 19, 2021
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray with Psalm 111, a song of reassurance and hope.
God, renowned for grace and mercy,Psalm 111: 4-5
Who gives to those living in awe,
will forever be mindful
of the covenant once promised.
It is a wonderful thing when we can trust someone to remember a promise made to us. Psalm 111 tells us we can trust God like that.
Maybe some of you share this experience. When I was a little girl, my Dad often did the food shopping. Sometimes, he went to the new “big store” (supermarkets were the new thing in the early ‘50s). When he did, I always asked him to remember to bring me a surprise, and he never forgot.
Usually the surprise would be a little bag of M&Ms or Hershey kisses. But once it was a carrot- remarkably like the carrots he bought for the week’s cooking!
Sometimes it feels like that with God’s Promise. Its fulfillment doesn’t always come to us in the ways we expect or pray for. Instead of special, surprising sweetness, God’s signs feel like carrots … ordinary carrots that we see every day, that we mix into the soup of our daily unsurprising lives.
Our Alleluia Verse today is a good prayer when our life seems full of “carrots”:
May the Father of our Lord Jesus ChristEphesians 1: 17-18
enlighten the eyes of our hearts,
that we may know what is the hope
that belongs to our call.
May our eyes be enlightened to see God’s Promise fulfilled in the amazing blessings of our lives:
I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heartPsalm 111: 1-2
in the company and assembly of the just.
Great are the works of the LORD,
exquisite in all their delights.
My Dad loved me with all his heart and would have given me anything good that was in his power to give.
We can be assured, as in Psalm 111, that all- powerful God is like that too. It’s just that sometimes those good things look like ordinary carrots and we need enlightened eyes to recognize their exquisiteness.
Poetry: Mindful – Mary Oliver
Everyday I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It was what I was born for — to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world — to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant — but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations. Oh, good scholar, I say to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these — the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?
Music: Blessed Assurance
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood Chorus: This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long; This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Savior all the day long. Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels, descending, bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Savior am happy and blest, Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.