Since it was preparation day,
in order that the bodies might not remain on the cross on the Sabbath,
for the Sabbath day of that week was a solemn one,
the Jews asked Pilate that their legs be broken
and they be taken down.
I have not written on the daily readings in a while and that should change. Today the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and tomorrow the Sacred Heart of Mary. Two hearts. Look at that little snippet of Gospel I clipped today. The legs broken. Today, at another blog, I read of a monastery turned into a theme park. That’s not new, Churches are frequently turned into brew pubs, convents into condominiums. Blessed Katy Perry wanted to turn one into her home, nuns objected. It’s not new that sacred spaces are being repurposed. They are being changed to meet a modern time. I wonder, is that the legs broken. Is it the crippling of Christianity? Legs broken, hearts broken. They weep. But remember, after three days in a tomb He rises again. We have been through this before, but still a heartbreak. That Sanhedrin, though changed, still exists. They, the authority, the voice. They exert authority, then like today. Boisterous, arrogant, loud, and opinionated. The voice of authority, the crowd, the opinion of the masses. They scream today, just as then. But victorious, I think not. Christ rises after three days in a grave, .. .., .
Today the gospel is the multiplication of the loaves and fishes. The first reading asks the question of how harshly the Apostle should be treated. If their message is divine, man can’t defeat it. But what of today?
Today, the age of philosophy. An age of attitude and choice. An age of media, of the multiplication of opinion and ideology. The independent mind and the independent voice amplified. Ten thousand watts, one hundred thousand watts. One, two or three opinions broadcasted to a multitude. Harsh opinions, harsh judgment, conflict. Think of what the founding fathers wrote on a coin. In God We Trust. They knew. They knew who held the microphone, they knew who controlled the presses and the airwaves. They knew the Donald’s and the Hillary’s and the Turners and the Murdoch’s and the Sores of their day. Did they trust any of those people? He’ll (k)No-w! In God they trusted, public opinion be damned. That is the multiplication of fishes, people agreed with them. They knew how a lousy message could be promoted, and how truth was so seldom spoken
Jesus said to them, “Bring some of the fish you just caught.”
So Simon Peter went over and dragged the net ashore
full of one hundred fifty-three large fish.
Even though there were so many, the net was not torn.
Jesus said to them, “Come, have breakfast.”
And none of the disciples dared to ask him, “Who are you?”
Because they realized it was the Lord.
It’s still Easter. Some events are so grand and so significant they stop time. Easter is one of those events. Time stops that we might ponder the resurrection and come to understand it. The gospel story is a Resurrection story, it is an accurate description of how the Apostles interacted with a risen LORD. It is a confession of their vision, but note the details. They do not describe that risen Lord as a painter or sculptor might. They do not give account of a vivid visual description. They do not describe His height or weight or eye color, or musculature or the apperance of wounds or abnormalities or infirmaries. They give testament to what they witnessed when they walked with Him. Their time on the boat, the storms at sea. Most important they describe the presence at the breaking of bread, at the end of a fast. That recognize and testify that Jesus the Christ was truly present and walked with them, and dined with them, and talked to them. Jesus the Christ did this after he was Crucified and died and was buried. That’s the definition of the resurrection. It’s the encounter of Jesus after he was crucified, and believe me the Apostles were crucified for their encounter with the risen LORD. That’s the definition of a martyr.
That very day, the first day of the week,
two of Jesus’ disciples were going
to a village seven miles from Jerusalem called Emmaus,
and they were conversing about all the things that had occurred.
Lets draw attention to the distance, seven miles. No, its not the distance that is important but the number. Seven. Seven in biblespeak implies heavenly, that means something divine is about to occur. Next that town, Emmaus. From the local language it translates into warm spring, a spring of water. Refreshing and life sustaining. The fountain sought by so many. Some think that translation Emmaus is actually Oulammaus, tone place where Jacob wrestles with God. Its all good, God is encountered on that road to Emmaus. The Easter Christ appears to the disciples, again proof of the resurrection. This is their testament. Think of that woman at the well at Samaria, and what Jesus said “but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” On this road to Emmaus they encounter the risen LORD and receive this spring of water of everlasting life. Something to think about…
April 2 is the memorial of Saint Francis of Paola. He was born in Calabria region of southern Italy on 1416. He found a religious order known as the Hermits of St. Francis .The name was later changed to Order of Minims. Francis of Paola’s order is similar to the Orders of St Francis of Assisi except is that the Minims practiced a perpetual Lent. Lent was strict in the Middle Ages. Pasta con sarde is a food dish that is associated with these friars. One might notice the holy card of this saint featured on this blog. Here is the Collect:
O God, exaltation of the lowly, who raised Saint Francis of Paola to the glory of your Saints, grant, we pray, that by his merits and example we may happily attain the rewards promised to the humble. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever