28 October 2018
The Lord says this:
Shout with joy for Jacob!
Hail the chief of nations!
Proclaim! Praise! Shout:
‘The Lord has saved his people,
the remnant of Israel!’
See, I will bring them back
from the land of the North
and gather them from the far ends of earth;
all of them: the blind and the lame,
women with child, women in labour:
a great company returning here.
They had left in tears,
I will comfort them as I lead them back;
I will guide them to streams of water,
by a smooth path where they will not stumble.
For I am a father to Israel,
and Ephraim is my first-born son.
Every high priest has been taken out of mankind and is appointed to act for men in their relations with God, to offer gifts and sacrifices for sins; and so he can sympathise with those who are ignorant or uncertain because he too lives in the limitations of weakness. That is why he has to make sin offerings for himself as well as for the people. No one takes this honour on himself, but each one is called by God, as Aaron was. Nor did Christ give himself the glory of becoming high priest, but he had it from the one who said to him: You are my son, today I have become your father, and in another text: You are a priest of the order of Melchizedek, and for ever.
As Jesus left Jericho with his disciples and a large crowd, Bartimaeus (that is, the son of Timaeus), a blind beggar, was sitting at the side of the road. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout and to say, ‘Son of David, Jesus, have pity on me.’ And many of them scolded him and told him to keep quiet, but he only shouted all the louder, ‘Son of David, have pity on me.’ Jesus stopped and said, ‘Call him here.’ So they called the blind man. ‘Courage,’ they said ‘get up; he is calling you.’ So throwing off his cloak, he jumped up and went to Jesus. Then Jesus spoke, ‘What do you want me to do for you?’ ‘Rabbuni,’ the blind man said to him ‘Master, let me see again.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Go; your faith has saved you.’ And immediately his sight returned and he followed him along the road.
With weeping they shall come, and with consolations I will lead them back
Today’s first reading brings much consolation to my heart. In life, each of us goes through seasons of change. My season now is best described as autumn – what used to be green has turned to shades of mustard, yellow, purple, black, blue and brown. I feel like a chapter of life is dying and I feel extremely melancholic. When acquaintances chirpily ask me “So how’s the going?” I would simply reply, “OK.” Who wants to speak to a ‘downer’ right? Not everyone wants to hear my story. For a while, I have kept my emotions buried so deep that I almost forgot about them. In my busy-ness over the past few months, I was actually quite upbeat. I thought I was finally on the way to healing.
Then one day, a couple of weeks back, I had a tête-à-tête with a dear friend. We laughed and were thankful that with each other, we could be ourselves; not have to wear masks and build up walls. We spoke about what irritated us, what made us sad, and what worried us. What a relief it was to be able to share freely. However after that chat, I felt that my wounds opened again, they were still raw with a numb, aching pain. In the days that followed, I didn’t know quite how to handle these feelings. That weekend, I sat in a crowded café with my sugar brioche and latte and to my surprise, my tears started to stream.
I reflected on this further – I learnt that we are not meant to try to handle our problems alone. A priest said during a weekend homily that if we carried our crosses alone, we’d probably be crushed under that weight. But if we carried it with Jesus, we will eventually find joy and peace — hard to comprehend when we are buried deep in the pain of our wounds. However, I realise that I wasn’t alone in that crowded café. Yes, a lot of other people and my unsuspecting coffee partner was there. But Jesus was right there with me. With weeping they shall come, and with consolations I will lead them back. This may be a season of autumn, and soon it will be winter. But in winter, there is always Christmas and then it will be spring again.
Brothers and sisters, whatever season we are in, we have to just acknowledge that season of life. We cannot bypass these seasons of change, we are not meant to. Do not ignore it, nor bury it. But let us sit with it. Invite Jesus in, just like how Bartimaeus called out to Jesus. And let Jesus restore us and heal us. And soon, it will be summer again!
(Today’s OXYGEN by Geraldine Nah)
Prayer: Lord, we often try to do things on our own strength and fail miserably. Let us cling onto you and call out to you in faith, knowing that you are ever loving and just waiting for us to invite you in.
Thanksgiving: Thank you Jesus, for the marvels you have worked in our lives. For being with us in the different seasons of our lives, for carrying our crosses with us.