Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?” He said to him, “What is written in the law? What do you read there?” He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.” And he said to him, “You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.” But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’ Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?” He said, “The one who showed him mercy.” Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”
New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989, by the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. USCCB approved.
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple. Seraphs were in attendance above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, and with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew. And one called to another and said:
‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
the whole earth is full of his glory.’
The pivots on the thresholds shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke. And I said: ‘Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!’
Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs. The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: ‘Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out.’ Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?’ And I said, ‘Here am I; send me!’
New Revised Standard Version, copyright 1989, by the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. USCCB approved.
Our current world seems to be shaking around us daily. For all the failures, trials, injustices, and horrors around, we often feel that we aren’t the right person to be the solution. We make excuses based in fear and shame. The Lord asks us daily to be the one to lead the way and proclaim his glory. But we consider ourselves frail and human, unclean. How hard must the Lord shake the room (sending giant winged angels too!), and us, to get us out of that stuck position so that we can be the solution? Sometimes it takes the world shaking around you to make you own up to your shortcomings, ask for help, then go be the one to help another. Today the Lord asks us to proclaim his Glory, in the same way we are ever encouraged to “go forth and set the world on fire”. It’s your turn to lead the way. —Nora Dabrowski is a Regional Advancement Director for the Midwest Jesuits, focusing primarily on the Detroit and Cleveland regions. My life goes on in endless song Through all the tumult and the strife While though the tempest loudly roars, No storm can shake my inmost calm, —Lyrics to “How Can I Keep From Singing”?, text by Robert Lowry, 1869 Responding to the World Shaking Around You
Prayer
Above earth´s lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
That hails a new creation.
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.
While to that rock I´m clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing?