Fr. Denis preached a beautiful homily again yesterday.
His topic was "moving on."
In the first reading (2 Sm 24:2, 9-17), David had been presented with three alternatives--none of which was all that great--and found himself in a land suffering from a severe plague that had been wrought about by his own sin.
Move on.
In the Gospel (Mk 6:1-6), Jesus goes home. He is not met with understanding and embrace, but the folks there seem to resent him, to dismiss him--after all, he's just the carpenter's son--and even the best of these folks seem to be really rather indifferent to what he teaches in the synagogue.
He is rejected, scorned, ridiculed. And he is amazed at their lack of faith.
He stays there long enough to do what he can--"curing a few sick people," those who allow him in and do have faith.
But then, he moves on.
Move on.
I just love it. In the midst of life, Fr. Denis shared, disappointments come, loss is felt, we sin, people reject us, hurt is experienced deeply, doubt arises in our hearts, people leave, faith and hope flicker--and a whole lot else happens.
And in the midst of it all, we hear that prompting from God: Move on!
I expect his homily will appear on his blog soon...be on the lookout for it.
This morning in holy hour I reflected on Deborah's hymn in the book of Judges. Perhaps my favorite line in that beautiful poetry is this: "March on, my soul, with might!"
I often reflect on it and repeat it while on that dreadful treadmill.
But it's a good philosophy on life, that is, to move on, to march on--with might!
mk
