Showing posts with label church. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 13, 2023

Jesus Walks On Water - A Short Sunday Reflection

 



Thanks to our newfangled three year lectionary, we reflected on St. Matthew's account of Jesus walking on the waters of the lake, where he meets his disciples in the fourth watch of the night. There they are, a long way off from land, making no headway because the waves and the wind are against them. Terrified at the dimly seen presence of Christ they cry out, thinking they've seen a ghost. Jesus replies:

"Take heart, it is I, have no fear," Θαρσεῖτε, ἐγώ εἰμι· μὴ φοβεῖσθε. Then, after rescuing a drowning Peter, Jesus enters the floundering boat, stills the storm and the disciples worship him, "Truly, you are the Son of God." What does this teach us?

To state the blazingly obvious, that Jesus is God, Psalm 29 come to life, "The voice of the LORD is upon the waters; the God of glory thunders; * the LORD is upon the mighty waters." And that's worth the emphasis, the miracle happened, the Word made Flesh, the I AM who spoke to Moses from the burning bush, note the Greek, ἐγώ εἰμι, (I am) now speaks in power to his disciples on the water. 

The miracle is real and by it Jesus reveals himself as God to his friends so that they might put their faith in him and be saved, in this case from the storm, but we can go further. The Fathers of the early Church, no small authority, saw the miracle as an allegory or symbol of the Christian life, the life of the Church. Thus:

The disciples represent the faithful, their boat the Church, the ark of salvation. The waters of the lake are the waters of the world and its waves are its tribulations, at every level, which pound against the ship. And the wind is the tempestuous blast of Satan, who would blow the Church off-course from the far side of the lake, which is the Kingdom of Heaven, paradise.

Yes indeed. In every age the Church sets sail across the waters and is pounded by the world and by Satan, both of which hate and would destroy her. And note, apart from Christ the disciples make no headway, as Jesus says elsewhere, "I am the vine, you are the branches... apart from me you can do nothing."

Exactly, but with him, with the Lord upon the waters, we find salvation, both corporately as the Church writ large, the Mystical Body of Christ visible and militant on earth, and personally, as the Church writ small. Here Peter's experience speaks powerfully. It is a miracle within the miracle which illustrates the whole.

He glimpses Christ and hears his voice and asks, "Lord, if it's you, bid me to come to you across the water." Jesus replies, "Come." Peter does, stepping off the boat and into the water, impetuous, only to be distracted by the wind. He begins to sink, to drown, and cries out, "Lord save me!" Jesus does, he catches him and brings him to the safety of the ship.

Is this not the story of our lives? We glimpse Christ, we hear his word and Christ answers our questioning faith, "Come." So we set off across the stormy water to meet him and be with him. Then calamity, catastrophe strikes. The waves pound, the wind blows and no earthly power can save us, so we cry out with Peter, "Lord, save me!"

It's the prayer of desperate faith and Christ, in his love, mercy and strength hears that call and lifts us up from the depths, de profundis, to safety, to union with himself, and puts us back on the vessel of salvation.

I tell you, I've been there many times, no fooling, and I know you have too in far more extremis than I. But take heart, have no fear, the Lord, who is God upon the waters, is with us and is even now guiding his Church and we ourselves to the far shore of paradise. Fall down then, with the disciples in the boat, and worship the Saviour.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Lights On

 



I went for a walk to the old Shamrock tonight, and nothing much had changed except for the lights. They were on, in all their Christmas glory. Hold on, this is Advent, but they hadn't got the memo.




Still, the Holy Family, and I like that. Mary, Joseph and the infant Christ. There it is, salvation, come into the world. Beautiful.




The church, on the other hand, looked a bit shaky. We must hope that'd not be some kind of metaphor. And if it is? Draw the moral as you take it.

God bless,

LSP

Friday, September 21, 2018

St. Matthew The Apostle



It's the Feast of St. Matthew the Apostle and Evangelist today so here's a prayer to help get the festivities rolling. From the 1928 Book of Common Prayer instead of some weird newfangled nonsense.

O ALMIGHTY God, who by thy blessed Son didst call Matthew from the recipt of custom to be an Apostle and Evangelist; Grant us grace to forsake all covetous desires, and inordinate love of riches, and to follow the same thy Son Jesus Christ, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. Amen.

God bless,

LSP

Friday, August 7, 2009

Riding Around

Got up early to go for a ride in the comparative cool of the morning; the neighbour's birds had escaped their backyard prison to find freedom in the church car park. They were pecking about, pleased with themselves.


Horses were in good form too, intrigued by the addition of several donkeys to the field, which they found strangely fascinating. Enjoyed the ride; practiced sitting and posting trot, two point, serpentines, spirals and cantered about for a bit. Hugely uplifting - then the heat began to rise...


So 'Be-Bop' went back to his stall and I headed off to shoot targets at the stock tank and talk church. Very relaxing after charging about the pasture and a great way, I think, to spend the morning - of course my equine objective is to go extremely fast for long distances while jumping over obstacles, preferably in pursuit of something. But all in good time.

Arrived home to discover the birds had retreated to their gaol where they'd found food - doubtless a metaphor for something if you care to make it.

God bless,

LSP