28 December – Feast of the Holy Innocents, Martyrs
The Holy Innocents are the children slaughtered by Herod the Great when he tried to kill the infant Christ.
– Patron Saint Index
The children died for Christ, though they do not know it. The parents mourned for the death of martyrs. The Christ child makes of those as yet unable to speak fit witnesses to Himself.
To what merits of their own do the children owe this kind of victory? They cannot speak, yet they bear witness to Christ. They cannot use their limbs to engage in battle, yet already they bear off the palm of victory.
– From a sermon by bishop St. Quodvultdeus about the Holy Innocents
1 John 1:5-2:2
This is what we have heard from Jesus Christ,
and the message that we are announcing to you:
God is light; there is no darkness in him at all.
If we say that we are in union with God
while we are living in darkness,
we are lying because we are not living the truth.
But if we live our lives in the light,
as he is in the light,
we are in union with one another,
and the blood of Jesus, his Son,
purifies us from all sin.
If we say we have no sin in us;
we are deceiving ourselves
and refusing to admit the truth;
but if we acknowledge our sins,
then God who is faithful and just
will forgive our sins and purify us
from everything that is wrong.
To say that we have never sinned
is to call God a liar
and to show that his word is not in us.
I am writing this, my children,
to stop you sinning;
but if anyone should sin,
we have our advocate with the Father,
Jesus Christ, who is just;
he is the sacrifice that takes our sins away,
and not only ours,
but the whole world’s.
After the wise men had left, the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, ‘Get up, take the child and his mother with you, and escape into Egypt, and stay there until I tell you, because Herod intends to search for the child and do away with him.’ So Joseph got up and, taking the child and his mother with him, left that night for Egypt, where he stayed until Herod was dead. This was to fulfil what the Lord had spoken through the prophet:
I called my son out of Egypt.
Herod was furious when he realised that he had been outwitted by the wise men, and in Bethlehem and its surrounding district he had all the male children killed who were two years old or under, reckoning by the date he had been careful to ask the wise men. It was then that the words spoken through the prophet Jeremiah were fulfilled:
A voice was heard in Ramah,
sobbing and loudly lamenting:
it was Rachel weeping for her children,
refusing to be comforted because they were no more.
My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world.
December marks the eighteenth month of my tennis journey. The path has been a challenging one, as I struggle to master a new sport. This has been made all the more difficult by the negative transfer of footwork and strokes from two prior decades of playing badminton.
The tennis movements are so disparate; instead of taking long leaps across the court and planting myself in position to hit the shuttlecock, I now have to shuffle across the court, making miniscule adjustments along the way to ensure an optimum ball contact position. Rather than using my wrist to flick the ball across the net, I now need to use my legs, hips and arms to drive the tennis ball with as much topspin as possible.
Slices are taken on the move, and volleys require considerable follow-through; markedly different from the jabbing, staccato style of badminton. I was stunned as to how ingrained the strokes had been etched into my muscle memory.
It is always more difficult to undo past mistakes, and to right previous wrongs. Old habits are hard to break; hard, but never impossible. With encouragement from my coach, friends, and family, I celebrate my little wins and the improvements that I notch up with each passing day.
I believe that God will fortify my hunger to succeed, and grant me the patience to persevere. Brothers and sisters, what changes in your life are you struggling to make, and do you believe that God will see you through?
(Today’s OXYGEN by Anonymous)
Prayer: Dearest God, may we always be able to reinvent ourselves in accordance to your will. Keep us malleable and open to your guiding hand.
Thanksgiving: Thank you Lord, for the determination and grit to keep on striving in the face of endless uncertainties.