Brenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although she was scared to death, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of being scared, she put on the gear, took a hold on the rope, and started up the face of that rock. Well, she got to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped against Brenda’s eye and knocked out her contact lens. Well, here she is on a rock ledge, with hundreds of feet below her and hundreds of feet above her. Of course, she looked and looked and looked, hoping it had landed on the ledge, but it just wasn’t there. Here she was, far from home, her sight now blurry. She was desperate and began to get upset, so she prayed to the Lord to help her to find it. When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but there was no contact lens to be found. She sat down, despondent, with the rest of the party, waiting for the rest of them to make it up the face of the cliff. She looked out across range after range of mountains, thinking of that Bible verse that says, “The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.” She thought, “Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me.” Finally, they walked down the trail to the bottom. At the bottom there was a new party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, “Hey! Anybody lost a contact lens?” Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across the face of the rock, carrying it. Brenda told me that her father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a picture of an ant lugging that contact lens with the words, “Lord, I don’t know why You want me to carry this thing. I can’t eat it, and it’s awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I’ll carry it for You.” I think it would probably do some of us good to occasionally say, “God, I don’t know why you want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it’s awfully heavy. But if you want me to carry it, I will.” God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
Welcome to our Taste and See Family Mass in September 2012. After the Summer Holidays we like to invite you back for the celebration of Family Mass with one another. During this year we have followed the theme, “Let us go to the house of God that we may walk in his paths”. Our Families give us the sacred interior space in which we can train for living the challenge of the call to be heroes of the Gospel in our families and in the world. Our Family gives us the space of intimacy in which we can strengthen each other especially in times of difficulties. Let us ask God how can we let go of the wheel of the ship of our lives and let Him lead us in his ways. We look forward to seeing you tomorrow.
The main theatre in Moscow was getting ready for the opening night of an anti-religious play called “Christ in Top Hat and Tails”. Schools, youth organisations and youth workers were required to include the piece in their programme for the year. The main part, portraying Jesus Christ was played by the famous actor and committed communist Alexander Rostowzew. The theatre was full, every ticket had been sold months before. The curtain opened to a scene with an altar in the middle, covered with empty beer bottles. Around the altar were actors, pretending to be drunken priests and monks. At the second act Rostowzew came onto the stage. In his hands he held a copy of the Holy Bible and wore a top hat and tails. The audience laughed and clapped, waiting for his humorous lines and superb acting. He opened the Bible and started to read: “Blessed are those who are poor before God, then theirs is the Kingdom of heaven; Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted…” The Director stood at the side of the stage, he knew that soon Rostowzew would break into dancing and the whole theatre would erupt with cascades of laughter. But nothing happened. Continue reading “Lord, Remember Me…”