Showing posts with label Redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Redemption. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Go. The Mass is ended.

Thanks be to God.

Huh? 'It's over at last - what a relief - thank God - I can leave now'? Well, that's one way of looking at it, for a bored and ill-catechised teenager, possibly (to the shame of us adults).

But, no. Hearing these words of dismissal, we should be reminded of Our Lord's final words on the Cross in St John's account: 'It is completed'.

St John's whole Gospel can be summarised, some say, by Jesus's question to His friends, 'And who do you say that I am?' Johann Sebastian Bach's great St John Passion presents this question in some of the most poignant music ever created, and also proposes our answer to it, as the Passion story unfolds.

The pivotal section of this magnificent work by 'theologian Bach' is the aria Es ist vollbracht ('it is completed'). It is spoken (i.e., sung) by a witness to the Crucifixion, and comes immediately after the death of Jesus, or rather after a minute or two of absolute silence from the performers in which the hearer is invited to contemplate what s/he has just 'witnessed'.

In the Bach St John Passion, the witness is now pondering so quietly, so wonderingly,
'What is completed? Is it... as He said? Is it possible... that this death - which I have just witnessed - is for me? That this Man's death is unlike any other, and in fact gives the whole world, gives me, eternal life and eternal liberation from sin and its appalling consequences?'
Suddenly, the singer's voice, the voice of the witness by the Cross, recalls to us all the prophesies of all the ages as the voice breaks out confidently in a loud cry of recognition that the hero of Judah would one day come to us, would struggle with the forces of darkness and corruption and would triumph. And then once again, quietness, as realisation confirms in the witness, in us, a new faith that what has happened is indeed the truth as the ancients, and Jesus Himself, had foretold, and that His death, which so seems like failure at first sight, is in fact the promised triumph, the supreme Divine act of redemption which has been longed-for over centuries, believed by the prophets and the ancestors, and is now actually happening. What He promised has come to pass. His work of Redemption is completed. Es ist vollbracht.

In the Mass, time itself falls away and all is now. By the power of the Holy Spirit, we are no longer in time, but in eternity. The Crucifixion of the Lord is present to me now and I am present to the Son of God on His Cross now, as he offers, in pain and suffering and out of love alone, His one eternal sacrifice of His Body and Blood, which is the Mass. At Mass, the Redeemer of the world, the long-promised conquering hero of Judah, is present to me and I am present at the foot of the Cross on which He completes the work of redemption.



At then end of Mass, then, like the witness in Bach's dramatisation of the Passion according to St John, we too recognise and acclaim, 'It is completed'. The Redemption of the world is completed at the completion of the Mass which is the same, one perfect sacrifice.

The only adequate response from our hearts is as we are sent from the church to make Jesus Christ known to the world He has redeemed is, 'Thanks be to God'.

Thy Will be done. Lord, I go from Mass to do Your Will. Thanks be to God.






Monday, 22 August 2016

Eye to eye

He is walking towards me. 'It is the Lord!' Walking towards me. Towards me. Always walking towards me.

His eyes are fixed on mine. There is love in His face. He draws nearer. And nearer. Walking towards me.

Nearer.

I can see into His eyes now.

He stops.

He sees right into the heart of me, and I in turn into His heart. I see infinite love, great suffering, freedom of soul, almighty power, absolute beauty, absolute joy. I cannot bear it. I cannot bear it but I cannot look away.

I fall to my knees, face to the ground. His gaze draws my eyes upwards again, and although almost blind now I am gazing into His eyes. We are face to face. I cannot bear it but I cannot look away.

Lord Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner.

I cannot bear it but I cannot look away.

Lord, I am not worthy.

I cannot bear it but I cannot look away.

Lord, if you want, you can heal me.

I want to, He says, looking right into my heart.

There is no more to say.



Friday, 5 August 2016

Holy Saturday

Mary waiting for the Resurrection
Lourdes, France, Way of the Cross, white marble, Maria de Faykod

A mother always knows. He was in her heart as He went down to Sheol. She knew. She knew His Godforsakenness. She was not in the same dreadful plight but she felt it, felt his fear and sorrow and loss in the place where God's love is not. A piercing sword in her heart. Indeed.

Did the Mother plead, now, with the Father for their Son? 'Let this bitter chalice pass from Him, but not my will but Thy Majesty's will be done'? 

He had to go where the God-forsaken and the forsaken-God are. To experience what they do, in order to be human, like us, in all things except sin. All things. To be very far from His Father, to be where those who run from the Father are, so that the farther they run from the Father, the more they run into the arms of the Son.

Shema, Ysrael. The Lord is One.

The Cross is truly Trinitarian. The all-loving Father shares everything with His Beloved Son in Whom the Spirit of Love dwells eternally, a Spirit of sympathy and love and of longing for all to know Love, again or for the first time.

‘Father, forgive them.’

Them?

Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a sinner. 

You risked all, in your humanity, for me. And lost?

I betrayed you. You abandoned all that you had: your Godhead, your human life, gave all until there was no more you could give. For me. And I betrayed you. My selfish desires were more important to me than Your love.

Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a sinner. 

But God raised You up in your humanity, to eternal life, on the third day. United eternally with Him in Divinity and now also in the humanity you share with us, eternally.

‘Where I am, you will be, too. You know the Way. I am the Way.’

O amazing love, O sweet condescension for our sake. O blessed gift.

Blessed be the God of Israel. He has visited His people and redeemed them.

Yes, I will go with you. Whither thou goest, I will go.



Thursday, 4 August 2016

Jesus Mercy

All the deadly sins, Lord. Deadly. All. Knowingly. 

Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a sinner. 

'Yes. I have seen your sins. Every one. And I have redeemed you, paying the price of them. I have restored Justice both because I know of what you are made and because I am merciful.'

'Your name has been written in the palm of my hand since before you were made, because even then I loved you.

'I have cast your sins behind my back, and even when you forget me or shun me, I bear the wound of it in patience, because I guard you as the apple of my eye.

'Do not fear. My peace I give you.

'Give glory to My Father and your Father Who is in heaven, Who sees all.'

Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel. He has visited His people and redeemed them.