Fifth Sunday of Lent 2013
I sit here gazing upon a simply lovely tote bag that just arrived in the mail, a personally handcrafted gift from my sister. The fabric depicts a seascape, awash with fine sand, pebbles, and bigger rocks, all set against a glorious and delicately speckled blue sky. My eyes warm in awe and gratitude, knowing how great the love sewn in every stitch.
The colourful rocks catch my eye. I recall days at another beach, throwing rocks far out into the water, watching them skim the surface and then disappear. Sometimes for the sheer fun of it, sometimes a symbolic casting into the sea of things I had been carrying and was finally ready or at least willing to be free of. The ocean became a sea of grace.
Today's first reading speaks of God making a way in the sea, and then goes on to speak of letting go of former things, of God doing something new, and asks do we not perceive it! The psalm celebrates the great things God has done for us, and how that elicits such joy! Paul, too, in the second reading speaks of forgetting what lies behind and moving forward.
Today's Gospel is reminiscent of another kind of rock throwing … the kind we are all quite capable of ... at times "guilty" of … the kind that smacks of judgment, of diminishment, of an arrogance or perhaps an insecurity that seeks to set us above others as if better than. We forget that we are one, that there truly is no separation, that indeed there never was, except the kind we ourselves conjure up to fill a need. In poignant silence Jesus writes in the sand. Then his invitation: to let go of former things, to allow God to do something new. Her eyes, too, must have warmed in awe and gratitude, knowing how great the love.
* How am I allowing God to do something new in my life today?
* What are the rocks, whether like fine sand, pebbles, or the bigger ones, that I may need to be
willing to lay down or perhaps cast into the sea of grace and be free of?
* What needs to change in me to allow me to more fully embrace our Oneness?
* We all have a cherished tote bag of some sort. What do I choose to carry in mine?
– Sheila Leonard, PBVM