Posted by: livingscripture | September 22, 2012

Twenty fourth Saturday in Ordinary Time

From the Word of the Day

“What you sow is not brought to life unless it dies.”

                                                   (1 Corinthians: 15-36)


How should we live this Word 

When I observe a sea of golden grain in the early summer sun, I joyfully contemplate that scene and it gives me a pleasure that is not only aesthetic.  I should however think that the marvel of golden grain comes from a fistful of dark seeds that have been scattered in the field.  Each seed goes through a process of death in function of life.  For it to root, bud, and then form the grains, a reality is needed that at first may seam very unpleasant.  The seed, precisely in order to sprout into a new plant that becomes the grain, must absolutely die.

The spectacle of the fields gently swaying in the breeze is still before my eyes.  This is the contrast.  It is the triumph of mature grains from a small quantity of seeds that seem inconsequential.  In my spiritual life as well, there are occasions that seem of little value. Yet, if I accept them in their totality of pain that is within every occasion; if I accept that bit of renunciation that I must make in order for the occasion to flower permanently in good, then also in me will the process of death in function of life occur.

I am thinking of a moment in which I must renounce a pleasant conversation to resume my household tasks, or the silencing of a desire to vent over something unpleasant that has been said to me.  I do not need to give other examples.

Today in my pause for silent contemplation, I will reflect on the small occasions that are death for my ego, for my pleasure seeking, or other favorable and licit situations.  I will ask the Lord to enlighten me at the opportune moment and help me to understand that in my spiritual life, there does not exist renouncement for renouncement’s sake, death for death sake, not even in ordinary situations.  There are only little deaths in function of greater life, just like the death of the seed in function of the grains that will produce good bread.

Lord, grant me a great love, when I can enjoy something and even when I am called to renounce it.  Convert my heart to You. 

The voice of Abba Poimen, Ancient Father 

There is a voice that cries out to us until our last breath, be converted today.


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