Thursday, June 18, 2015

Sunday Gospel Reflection, June 21, 2015: They cried to the Lord in their distress...

Where is God in all this mess?

Scary things happen to us all the time:  accidents, earthquakes, the deaths of those we love.  Or we create tempestuous situations ourselves:  anger, abuse, insults...  And we may be tempted to wonder:  where is God in all this suffering?  what’s God up to while I’m dealing with this crisis?  This is certainly the question Job poses when, having lost both family and earthly possessions, he struggles to hold onto his faith.  And God responds:  I am here.  I am always here, in everything going on all around you.  Who shut within doors the sea?  I set limits for it, God says.  In other words, though you may not understand this just yet, trust.  Trust in my power to be with you through it all, know that I am capable of wonders in the abyss (as Psalm 107 reminds us), always at your side in your time of need.

In Mark's Gospel, Jesus, too, exhorts his disciples to trust.  While he sleeps peacefully on a cushion in the bow of the boat in which they are traveling, the disciples are terrified at the violent squall that causes waves to break over the boat, filling it with water, filling them with chaos.  His rebuke to the wind – Quiet! Be still! – might well be advice to the disciples as well.  Why are you terrified?  Don’t you know I’m right here?  Do you not yet have faith?  Trust!

We perish only if we don’t recognize Christ with us.  He who, as Paul tells the Corinthians, died for all, calls upon us to do the same, to embrace our suffering, our every difficult moment, as easily as we accept the good, no longer living for ourselves, attentive only to him who for our sake died and was raised.  Conquering fear, let us be a new creation, so that the love of Christ might impel us, driving us forward in our journey toward the fullness of union, quieting our distress, allowing us to appreciate the power of the Lord – the power that is Love – and all the ways that God, who is Love, is present, available to us at every moment of our lives.

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