Wednesday, April 27, 2011
His Unforgettable Voice
One of my favorite Gospel passages is where Jesus appears to Mary Magdalen after the Resurrection.
(John 20:1~18). This passage was the focus of my prayer and meditation a few days ago. The following reflection is what was gained through this meditation.
On Easter morning, Mary Magdalen was still grief stricken and became even more so when she discovered Your empty tomb. You saw her grief born of love for You and sought to console her. You wanted her to be filled with the joy~ You joy, of Your glorious Resurrection.
Your glory blinded her and prevented her from recognizing You, but she would never forget the sound of Your strong, yet gentle voice calling her by name. And that is all it took~ her name, Mary, spoken by her Lord, Master and Friend. She knew in that instant who You were and her heart leaped with joy; it was all the consolation she needed.
My Lord, You do the same for me. In the midst of my troubles, my grief, and my desperation, all I need to stop me in my tracks is Your voice calling my name. There are those times, though that I allow the voices of others and the world rattle my brain and my heart, those times I am prevented from from hearing Your strong, sweet voice.
Help me, my Lord to listen only to You. It is not the people themselves that seek to upset my peace and my joy, but the Enemy. May he be cast out by my faithful attention to You whenever You call to me. Let me adore You, in awe of Your glory and be consoled by Your constant presence. May I never forget the sound of my name being spoken, with love, by You, my Lord, Master and Friend.
Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.