Tuesday, November 5, 2013

How Jesus Felt on the Cross

An instrument of His peace --- remember when you were a child, and mom let you light the candles on your birthday cake?  Remember when dad lifted you up, and you put the star on top of the Christmas tree?  That is the feeling when you are truly an instrument of His Peace --- you did it, for another, yet you felt it was a gift to you, a privilege, an honor, to be His instrument.
I think that’s how Jesus felt on the cross.


  1. Short and profound... thank you for all your kind words and insights.

  2. Much is going on in my life of late. Good things, I suspect. I just hung up the phone after fielding yet another request to come speak to a group of people. Me? Speak to others? Last night a religious ed teacher of 7th graders invited me out and bought me dinner. He asked me to come speak to his class. Me? Short of their first names, recently given to me, I don't know these people! How could they possibly think I have anything important to say? I don't understand.

    But maybe the answer to that prayer, Make Me An Instrument of Your Peace, doesn't come with explanations.

    Not un-coincidently, I'm sure, I came back from that dinner last night and for the first time in perhaps 10 or 15 years I took out the small case and the rosary it held --- the one which had changed to gold for me nearly 25 years ago. I wondered if 7th graders would find that story interesting. And then I turned over the crucifix of the rosary, and read a prayer engraved there. It began: "Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace."

    And I still don't understand, but will plow ahead as if I do. We're never really MT, for He fills us with His love.