"You do not believe the one [the Father] has sent,” Jesus says in the gospel we have just heard. The common expectation was that the Messiah would be a figure of glory and power. How could people raised on such expectations reconcile them with this man Jesus who been born and raised in their midst? “We know where this man is from,” they say in John’s gospel. “But when the Messiah comes, no one will know where he is from.” (Jn 7:27)
God comes to us most often in the
normal events of everyday life. God came to me over sixty years ago through a
child’s voice in the confessional saying: “I stamp my foot at my mother and say
No.” That hit me hard. That little one is so sorry for that small sin, I
thought. My own sins are worse -- and I’m not that sorry. I believe that the
Lord sent that child into my confessional to teach me a lesson. I’ve never
forgotten what that little one taught me.
An African proverb says: “Listen, and
you will hear the footsteps of the ants.” God’s coming to us is often as
insignificant as the footsteps of ants. God is coming to each one of us, right
now. He is knocking on the door of our hearts. He leaves it to us whether we
open the door. How often we have refused to do so, trying to keep God at a
distance because we fear the demands he will make on us. Yet God continues to come to us, and to
knock. He never breaks in. He waits for us to open the door. As long as life on
this earth lasts, God will never take No as our final answer.
Refusing to open the door means
shutting out of our lives the One who alone can give our lives meaning; who
offers us the strength to surmount suffering; the One who alone can give us fulfillment,
happiness, and peace. Keeping the door of our hearts closed to God means missing
out on the greatest opportunity we shall ever be offered; failing to appear for
our personal rendezvous with destiny.
Opening the door to God, letting him
into our lives, means embarking on life’s greatest adventure. That is the most
worthwhile thing we can do with our lives -- at bottom the only thing worth
doing. A Trappist monk who helped me cross the threshold into the Catholic
Church over 69 years ago said it best when he wrote: “To fall in love with God
is the greatest of all romances; to seek him the greatest human adventure; to
find him the highest human achievement.”
Thank you.
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