Mt 10: 1-16
I read one of the assigned Scripture readings this week, and
prayed over its meaning. The passage
from Matthew encompasses Jesus sending His disciples out to preach, and heal,
and cast out demons. I asked God to open
these, His words, to show me the lesson He was teaching to His disciples, and
the lesson He wished me to take away from these words.
In my contemplations, I imagined myself in Jesus’ shoes,
looking at these poor fishermen, and wondering if they were up to the
task. I imagined myself in the shoes of
the disciples, and thought how I would feel if given such a huge task --- would
I believe what He said I should (COULD!!) do?
I am no one, and He expects great things from me?? And then I imagined what those people the
disciples came to must have thought: who
ARE these guys ---- and then what would I think after I saw the miracles they
could work? I pondered and prayed over
these things, asking what God wished for me to see from these writings, what
wisdom He wished to show me. I asked.
And all I perceived from my asking was yet more
questions. I just couldn’t figure it
out:
How long were the disciples gone; did that matter? (How long is the task He has for me to
do?) He told them where to go; where
should I go? And what if I don’t see
results like they did? He gave them
authority, but how often do I rely on myself --- or does He wish me to? I noticed that the first ones he mentions
sending are the brothers --- is that important?
Is He reminding me that I am not alone, or that I shouldn’t be?
I prayed on these words of Matthew on Friday night and then again
on Saturday night. I fought to find some
personal meaning in them: what is God
telling me? And it seemed He was silent
to my prayers, and I could not discern any particular wisdom or new insights,
for me.
It was on Sunday morning, when I arrived early before mass,
that I had time to read a few pages from my latest book purchase, The Way of
Serenity by Father Jonathan Morris (a great book, btw, you should buy it for
someone you really love!). As God is
often wont to do, the words I read were exactly on topic to thoughts rolling in
my heart. I read where Fr. Morris wrote
HIS discernments about the exact same passage where Jesus sent the disciples
out. Fr. Morris considered his own
travels, his extensive trip planning, and the time he spends packing, and then he
noticed: Instead of telling the
disciples to pack and to prepare, Jesus tells them not to --- but in humility
to trust.
I had prayed to see God’s word in my heart; I had searched;
I fretted over finding nothing. Then,
when I stopped, God showed me new insight, insight I think meant for me, but through
the discernments of another. And I saw
His lesson for me: I planned and I
plotted on how to discern the Word of the Gospel, but Jesus told me: “Stop worrying, like the disciples, just go
where I send you. Perhaps you won’t accomplish
what you planned on the trip; perhaps I will use others for that. Perhaps I will to use you for other things
--- MY plans. Just set out as I
instructed, and trust. If you need
something, others will be there for you --- and you for them. TRUST.” Learn humility.
Soldiers have fallen
on hand grenades to save strangers.
It says volumes about who these soldiers were.
Jesus thought I was worth dying for.
It says volumes about who I am.
It says volumes about who these soldiers were.
Jesus thought I was worth dying for.
It says volumes about who I am.
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