Amy Welborn is a contributor - five devotions per issue - to the Living Faith daily devotional .
You can read an interview with Amy Welborn on the Living Faith site here.
On a Sunday morning, my son developed a medical issue. It wasn’t terribly serious, but it did need attention—so off we went to the ER. We were the only patients when we arrived and, over the morning and early afternoon, were shuffled to various rooms in the bowels of the hospital. It was easy to believe that we were alone there in this situation of illness and discomfort.
Until we emerged to find rooms and even hallways crowded with young and old, some barely conscious, others clearly in pain
Jesus knew this. When he took his disciples on the mountain, he knew what was coming. Jesus’ gift of the Transfiguration to his disciples was about more than showing them the fullness of his identity. Strange, terrible and confounding events were about to unfold. Would this moment give them something to hold on to when all seemed lost?
Jesus has given us glimpses of light as well. Grateful, even in suffering, we remember.
So with the psalmist, I pray that I’m seeking the Lord with all my heart, and that prompts me to pause and ask myself—is that true? All my heart? Or am I actually seeking the Lord in the way I seem to do so much these days in this noisy, busy world: casually, sporadically, always half-thinking of what comes next?
They’re instructions from the Lord himself on the attitudes to bring to prayer: Put praise of God first. Then pray in acceptance of his will. Ask for what you need today. Acknowledge sin, and ask forgiveness. Forgive others as God has forgiven you. You’ll share this gift of forgiveness as you seek, above all, to be part of God’s will for his Kingdom. Get that? Put praise and gratitude first. Not me and my complaints. Imagine that.
The spiritual life is more complex than that scene at the pool. But there’s one important similarity: Our growth—our real, sometimes even radical, growth—only comes out of a place that’s not of enslavement or fear but in the freedom that Christ gives.
People hunger and thirst in different ways. Some of these hungers are overwhelming, and none can be fully satisfied except in the Lord. Yet, we are called in the present moment to do what we can—and every little bit helps—to feed the sheep.
It also gives me a way to envision this coming week, this Holy Week. It’s not just me walking with Jesus on this path—it’s all of us: hurt, seeking, wounded survivors. We are moving through the week together, accompanying Jesus who will heal our blindness, free us and bring us into life where we do more than survive: We live.
For, as the people of Israel learned again and again, the Lord is always waiting. As Hosea tells us, God welcomes us into his loving embrace, no matter who we are, what we’ve done, no matter what time of day it is or what stage of life we’re in.
It’s never too late.
On Ash Wednesday morning last year, I was in Putignano, Italy, looking for Mass. I found an open church with people sitting inside. I joined them. A man started lighting the altar candles. Mass must begin soon, I thought. But then what? Why is he lighting the paschal candle?
For we need both, don’t we? We need the wisdom of the experienced, and we need the energy and the idealism of the young. Without the young around, we can become settled and cynical. Without their elders’ long view, youthful idealism can veer off course.
I was sitting on a plane, waiting to take off on a flight across the ocean. A long flight. The seat next to me was empty. Passengers streamed in. Still empty. I grew hopeful. Was I going to luck out and have the row to myself for those eight hours? How thankful I would be if that were so! Please, please…thank you, thank you!
A few months ago, my neighbor had surgery, and one of the small ways I helped was by taking care of her trash. I never did forget to get it down to the curb, which, not surprisingly, led me to unfailingly get the job done for myself. A little thing but telling, I thought.
We all know that children are naturally eager to learn. They’re like sponges, we say. It’s delightful to see even if a child’s questions might wear us down after a while. Jesus reminds us that this childlike openness to the Lord is the beginning of true wisdom.
Perhaps I should have known it all along, but whatever the case, through a priest’s words in a homily on a recent Sunday, I learned something new.
For I had always thought of the vice called “sloth” as not much more than laziness. Of course, it’s actually much more than that. Sloth is the unwillingness to do what we know is right and good. It’s hearing God’s voice calling us and responding with “I’d rather not” or “not now” or “that’s too hard.”
It happens with electrical cords; it happens with the garden hose. There’s just that one little loop, that one knot. I think I don’t need to untangle it. It’s long enough. It will reach. And of course, it never does. That one knot makes a huge difference, and it really didn’t take that much to undo it.
One of the most wonderful parts of the celebration of this feast, worldwide, is the procession. A few years ago, I witnessed the huge, elaborate Corpus Christi procession in Seville, Spain. It took hours and featured hundreds of women, men and children, large floats, statues of saints and, of course, the Blessed Sacrament, taken through the city streets strewn with rosemary.
“I feel seen” is a cliché, but like all clichés, it embodies a truth. To say that we feel “seen” expresses a yearning, doesn’t it? A yearning for affirmation, for assurance that we’re not weird and, most of all, a yearning to know that we are loved.
But what is “triumph?” Winning? Obvious domination right here and right now, in this time and place? That can be very challenging to figure out, and it’s going to look different in every struggle. We may not even see it in this life. But during Lent, we’ve been working on a deepening dependence on the Lord, and in that dependence, that’s where “triumph” begins.
