Tag: Beth Price

When someone says winter to me I think of snow as I’ve lived in the midwest most of my life. Indiana, Iowa, Pennsylvania, and Michigan collectively average thirty eight inches of snow, however, this varies greatly depending on which part of the state you live in. The air temperatures fluctuate a lot during the winter months too, frequently going back and forth over the freezing mark which can cause ice build up on the roads.

What this has to do with today’s readings is simple; salt. Salt and water are a corrosive combination which accelerate the decomposition of metals, roadbeds, fabrics and many other materials. Too much salt in your diet can lead to problems with blood pressure, heart disease, kidney issues, headaches, osteoporosis, stomach cancer, and stroke.

Sin is a killer. Each sin makes it easier for the next sin to occur. It leads to more distance between me and the light and love of God. The fear of a secret sin being revealed, judgment or punishment due to an act or a wrongful deed, can keep me away from the saving grace and healing power in the sacraments of Reconciliation and Eucharist.

Sin and salt are both corrosive. You do need some salt in your diet (fifteen hundred milligrams or less per day for adults, however in the USA an adult averages 3,400mg) to be healthy. Sin is not needed on a daily basis or ever. Even a ‘little’ sin can quickly lead to barreling down the slippery slope to Gehenna.  To paraphrase today’s Gospel, ‘Sin, don’t do it; just cut it out!’

Keeping the love of Jesus Christ, the Lord God in our hearts, good Words in our minds, and receiving the sacraments as frequently as we are able to in our lives, will help keep sin’s corrosive nature away. Great friends and a spiritual director who know you well will also help to keep you honest with yourself. Maybe this Lent my focus will be, ‘Sin, don’t do it; just cut it out!”

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There is a lot to unpack in the 4 sentences that make up today’s Gospel. The word verdant has stayed with me throughout my prayer, reflection and study. During my reflection there were times I could even smell rich loamy soil and picture a lush valley, the land full of an abundance of vegetation and animal life.

Gennesaret has been described in this way for centuries and into the mid-twentieth century. When Jesus and the disciples disembarked in Gennesaret, ‘people immediately recognized Him.’

The people of this valley had a rich and deep faith in God and the Torah. They had heard of the miracles that recently happened in the area. In their hearts they knew Jesus was the messiah because of their knowledge and wisdom from reading, hearing, and study of sacred Scriptures. They had faith and believed. The people brought the sick and begged that they might touch the tassel on his cloak. “Those who had touched it were healed.”

There have been times when I have prayed to the Lord for intervention during a terrible storm. I know He heard the prayers being offered and parted the storm on two separate, distinct occasions. I had been on youth trips; one to a retreat in Ohio, the other to do service. In both instances the conditions were perfect for tornados while thunderstorms were exploding all around us. The rain had begun to come in sideways. I could smell ozone in the air while seeing the sky take on a green or deep purple hue.

Our gathering place in each situation was in the direct path of a huge storm. The Saturday evening praise and worship was interrupted and all gathered under the big tent were able to safely evacuate to the residence halls down the hill. Through the night the storm raged. In the morning we saw the winds had tossed a few chairs and some equipment but we were all thankful and rejoicing that God is good, all the time.

The morning after the second storm we listened to the radio while driving to our site across town. The weather anchors in St. Louis were surprised that a storm of such size actually split in half. It brought clear skies with much lower temperatures to the region and the service groups completed their work in seventy degree weather instead of the forecasted low hundreds for which we had planned. 

I know what I experienced. I listened to the words of others who were witnesses. I have faith in the Lord, His works, His Son, the Holy Spirit, Sacred Scripture and the Catholic Church. I believe that miracles happened then and now. What about you?

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The Old Testament today has the messenger Nathan astounded at what David has done, especially since David is the anointed of the Lord. David’s sin is forgiven by the Lord. There are, however, consequences because of his sinful actions.

The Gospel of Mark has an incredulous Jesus asking the disciples, “Why are you terrified? Do you not yet have faith?”

It’s still fairly early in Jesus’ ministry. The disciples are still trying to figure out who Jesus really is, a prophet or the Messiah.

They’ve seen water turned into wine, watched a man’s withered hand be healed and several other miracles. They’ve just listened to Jesus share many parables: the sower of seeds, scattering seeds, a lamp and a basket, the mustard seed. Yet when they get in a boat with Jesus and he’s fast asleep, there is panic that they will be swamped and drown during a sudden storm. Really?

I’ve heard of and read about the same miracles and healings. Would I have the trust and faith that Jesus is in control of the wind and seas of the situation?

Do I have the courage to do whatever He tells me without fear?

Do I have the faith that He will get me through whatever storm may come my way?

I admit there have been a few times in my life when I’ve been scared, really afraid of the next thing to do. In the Hispanic culture this is known as ‘caerse del susto’ being scared to death.

This type of loss of faith experience has happened to me many times including, during a sudden move, graduating from school, challenges in married life, getting a job, going through pregnancy, delivery and birth. It’s also happened when coping with illness, surgery, loss of life or relationships. I’ve also felt a trembling of faith before and while having hard conversations with family, friends and others. My head knows Jesus is in the boat with me, yet I’ve allowed fear of the unknown to take control of my mind and heart instead of relying on Him. 

Today I offer the following prayer to begin again on my journey in faith with Jesus.

God, grant me the Serenity

To accept the things I cannot change…

Courage to change the things I can,

And Wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time,

Enjoying one moment at a time,

Accepting hardship as the pathway to peace.

Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is,

Not as I would have it.

Trusting that He will make all things right

if I surrender to His will.

That I may be reasonably happy in this life,

And supremely happy with Him forever in the next.

Amen.   

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The Gospel today has the second account of the widow and her two small coins. I find this quite fitting on the Monday before Thanksgiving.

The widow’s offering is the definition of altruism. She gives not from her extra or surplus cash on hand, but from all that she has to give. Her offering is from ‘her whole livelihood’ as Jesus notices. Her coins are donated to help others even if it means she may have to do without.

Altruism is, according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary: “feelings and behavior that show a desire to help other people and a lack of selfishness’ or ‘an unselfish regard for or devotion to the welfare of others.” 

Donating or giving for the benefit of others has been part of my understanding of Thanksgiving for most of my life. This year in particular I keep thinking of all who have sacrificed and worked so diligently during the Covid pandemic.

I think of the staff and medical professionals who have been working on so many different levels during this pandemic. I think of all the families separated because of care and safety of the health of others with whom they come in contact.

I think of the clergy and parish staff who have been comforting those who experience hardship, grief and loss.

I think of the staff at the grocery stores and restaurants, in pantries and shelters, in the food chains and networks that assist as many as they can over these several months.

I think of the educators and staff keeping schools, colleges, daycare, universities and the many institutions going for all different types of learning situations.

I think of all the first responders who continue to assist others in all kinds of situations, dangerous and routine (which is never routine when it’s you or your loved one involved in a specific situation).

I think of each who works keeping the electricity, gas, power, water, sanitation and transportation going for the millions in our country who depend on these services.

I think of the military men and women who serve our country in ways too numerous to count.

I think of everyone in all the above situations, the many gifts and talents that are given during each and every day. What tremendous blessings by people that are usually not adequately appreciated or recognized for their labor. It is truly remarkable and humbling to think of all the sacrifices made during this last year.

Thank you and may God bless you and your loved ones.

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