5 Feb – Memorial for St. Agatha, virgin and martyr
We have little reliable information about this martyr who has been honoured since ancient times, and whose name is included in the canon of the Mass. Young, beautiful and rich, Agatha (d.250) lived a life consecrated to God. When Decius announced the edicts against Christians, the magistrate Quinctianus tried to profit by Agatha’s sanctity; he planned to blackmail her into sex in exchange for not charging her. Handed over to a brothel, she refused to accept customers.
After rejecting Quinctianus’ advances, she was beaten, imprisoned, tortured, her breasts were crushed and cut off. She told the judge, “Cruel man, have you forgotten your mother and the breast that nourished you, that you dare to mutilate me this way?” One version has it that St. Peter healed her. She was then imprisoned again, then rolled on live coals; when she was near death, an earthquake struck. In the destruction that followed, a friend of the magistrate was crushed, and the magistrate fled. Agatha thanked God for an end to her pain, and died.
Legend says that carrying her veil, taken from her tomb in Catania, in procession has averted erupts of Mount Etna. Her intercession is reported to have saved Malta from Turkish invasion in 1551.
– Patron Saint Index
1 Kings 8:1-7, 9-13
Solomon called the elders of Israel together in Jerusalem to bring the ark of the covenant of the Lord up from the Citadel of David, which is Zion. All the men of Israel assembled round King Solomon in the month of Ethanim, at the time of the feast (that is, the seventh month), and the priests took up the ark and the Tent of Meeting with all the sacred vessels that were in it. In the presence of the ark, King Solomon and all Israel sacrificed sheep and oxen, countless, innumerable. The priests brought the ark of the covenant of the Lord to its place, in the Debir of the Temple, that is, in the Holy of Holies, under the cherubs’ wings. For there where the ark was placed the cherubs spread out their wings and sheltered the ark and its shafts. There was nothing in the ark except the two stone tablets Moses had placed in it at Horeb, the tablets of the covenant which the Lord had made with the Israelites when they came out of the land of Egypt; they are still there today.
Now when the priests came out of the sanctuary, the cloud filled the Temple of the Lord, and because of the cloud the priests could no longer perform their duties: the glory of the Lord filled the Lord’s Temple.
Then Solomon said: ‘The Lord has chosen to dwell in the thick cloud. Yes, I have built you a dwelling, a place for you to live in for ever.’
Having made the crossing, Jesus and his disciples came to land at Gennesaret and tied up. No sooner had they stepped out of the boat than people recognised him, and started hurrying all through the countryside and brought the sick on stretchers to wherever they heard he was. And wherever he went, to village, or town, or farm, they laid down the sick in the open spaces, begging him to let them touch even the fringe of his cloak. And all those who touched him were cured.
“And all those who touched him were saved.”
What really stood out for me in today’s reading was the recognition. A recognition that Yahweh chose to dwell in the thick cloud, in the first reading. And in the Gospel where having reached Gennesaret, people at once recognise Jesus and at once brought the sick to Him.
Going deeper into today’s readings, we can ask ourselves — who was Jesus to those people? A healer? A miracle worker? The Christ? Do we recognise the healer? Or only the healing?
We read in Luke 17:11-19 about the healing of 10 men with leprosy and how only one returned to thank Jesus. And also in Luke 8:43-48, we read about the woman ‘touching’ Jesus’ garment amidst the crowd.
Who was really touched? Have we truly touched Jesus? Or has Jesus touched us?
It is indeed a struggle. For us, Christ mostly seems to be at the back seat of the car (hopefully not in the boot), when He is supposed to be at the wheel. But in our world today, we are just too caught up with so many things. There is always something else to do, something that can be improved on, something to follow up on. Will any of this ever end?
Maybe we can spend some time away from the all the stuff that weighs us down. To just simply recognise Christ in our lives, ever so patiently waiting at our door for us to open our hearts to Him. For Him to dwell.
Let us learn to be grateful for all that has happened in our lives and that is going to happen, to have faith that amidst everything that seems to separate us from Christ, we will break through those barriers and reach out to touch Him. Not because He has touched us but, more because we allowed Him to touch us.
May we continue to pray with the scriptures, in order that Your Word may continue to touch us, that our lives may continue to transform as we live lives that reflect your light and your love to all.
(Today’s OXYGEN by Benjamin Mao)
Prayer: Dear Lord, we pray for sight. To see with the eyes of faith, eyes of truth, eyes of love. To see as you see Lord. Amen
Thanksgiving: Thank you for all your abundant blessings, especially all those up till now we still fail to realise and be grateful for. Thank you for always desiring us. Amen