Messi--Greek for "Middle." Born as the middle child-- and one for whom peace and harmony are paramount--I often find myself "in the middle" of my family and friends, sifting through the richness of my Catholic faith, politically moderate and in the middle of five books and three projects at once. I have also spent 37 years learning the hard way that the Truth is often in the middle, and that sometimes a "mess" can be a beautiful thing.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Psalm 139
So at Mass on Sunday, our Responsorial Song was based on Psalm 139. A hymn that I particularly like, and have sung many time before, but this particular time I think I actually listened to the words for the first time--not just how they sounded (which I think I do a lot), but what they meant (which I think I don't do enough). Regardless, I was awe-struck for the first time thinking about what it really means if God knows, truly knows all of my thoughts. What it truly means for Him to shine a light even in my dark places, even when I would rather he not. It is at once scary and oddly comforting. This idea of God seeing into all of my darkness because He is already there, would have, once upon a time, frightened me, but while this idea does give me pause, it is quickly followed by great hope and peace. For if God ALREADY knows all of my yucky parts--then I have nothing to hide--especially from myself. So if I am impatient, or judgemental, or intolerant--no point in rationalizing it to myself--God knows. How profound. How simple. And it strikes me--isn't this one of the first things we teach our children? How easily I forgot . . .
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