Aug 5 – Memorial for Dedication of the Basilica of St. Mary Major in Rome
First raised at the order of Pope Liberius in the mid-fourth century, the Liberian Basilica was rebuilt by Pope Sixtus III shortly after the Council of Ephesus affirmed Mary’s title as Mother of God in 431. Rededicated at that time to the Mother of God, St. Mary Major is the largest church in the world honouring God through Mary.
St. Mary Major is one of the four Roman basilicas known as patriarchal cathedrals in memory of the first centres of the Church. This basilica represents the See of Antioch, where Mary is supposed to have spent most of her life.
The sons of Israel began to wail, ‘Who will give us meat to eat?’ they said. ‘Think of the fish we used to eat free in Egypt, the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions and garlic! Here we are wasting away, stripped of everything; there is nothing but manna for us to look at!’
The manna was like coriander seed, and had the appearance of bdellium. The people went round gathering it, and ground it in a mill or crushed it with a pestle; it was then cooked in a pot and made into pancakes. It tasted like cake made with oil. When the dew fell on the camp at night-time, the manna fell with it.
Moses heard the people wailing, every family at the door of its tent. The anger of the Lord flared out, and Moses greatly worried over this. And he spoke to the Lord:
‘Why do you treat your servant so badly? Why have I not found favour with you, so that you load on me the weight of all this nation? Was it I who conceived all this people, was it I who gave them birth, that you should say to me, “Carry them in your bosom, like a nurse with a baby at the breast, to the land that I swore to give their fathers”? Where am I to find meat to give to all this people, when they come worrying me so tearfully and say, “Give us meat to eat”? I am not able to carry this nation by myself alone; the weight is too much for me. If this is how you want to deal with me, I would rather you killed me! If only I had found favour in your eyes, and not lived to see such misery as this!’
When Jesus received the news of John the Baptist’s death, he made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he would send the crowds away. After sending the crowds away he went up into the hills by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone, while the boat, by now far out on the lake, was battling with a heavy sea, for there was a head-wind. In the fourth watch of the night he went towards them, walking on the lake, and when the disciples saw him walking on the lake they were terrified. ‘It is a ghost’ they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, ‘Courage! It is I! Do not be afraid.’ It was Peter who answered. ‘Lord,’ he said ‘if it is you, tell me to come to you across the water.’ ‘Come’ said Jesus. Then Peter got out of the boat and started walking towards Jesus across the water, but as soon as he felt the force of the wind, he took fright and began to sink. ‘Lord! Save me!’ he cried. Jesus put out his hand at once and held him. ‘Man of little faith,’ he said ‘why did you doubt?’ And as they got into the boat the wind dropped. The men in the boat bowed down before him and said, ‘Truly, you are the Son of God.’
Having made the crossing, they came to land at Gennesaret. When the local people recognised him they spread the news through the whole neighbourhood and took all that were sick to him, begging him just to let them touch the fringe of his cloak. And all those who touched it were completely cured.
He withdrew by boat to a lonely place where they could be by themselves
It has been a while since my last silent retreat. Time and money wise, I can’t schedule a retreat for now. But it should not hinder my personal prayer time with the Lord. Honestly, I have not been faithful with my daily prayer time. Sometimes, I am engrossed with work and everything else that I forget my night prayer. Even with all the graces that I received from God, I still sometimes forget to pray.
In the midst of our busy life, I try to have a silent moment to pray. Silence is quite challenging, especially when all the multiple alarm clocks start to go off in the morning. When evening comes, I just want to go to bed immediately. When I do get the chance to have a silent moment, my mind is the one that is not silent.
I remember one time when I really wanted to have a deep conversation with the Lord, I woke up at dawn, wore my sweat pants and running shoes and headed over to our parish to pray in front of the Blessed Sacrament. I was really glad that the gate to our Eucharistic Adoration Chapel was unlocked. I just sat there, in front of the Blessed Sacrament, in silence. I didn’t even remember what I prayed for that time. I just remembered the feeling while my eyes were closed. Deep down in our hearts, I know that God is always with us. But it is in that ‘prayer mode’ that I feel that I am enveloped by the Lord’s arms.
We have our own preference in praying. There are lots of things we need from God. And most of the time, we are the ones talking and talking in our prayers. Being silent is also a form of prayer. Not telling anything to God is also a prayer. It is in silence that we can feel God’s presence. Even before we speak, God knows what we need. He listens and knows our heart’s desires. It is also in the silence that we can hear what God is telling us.
However busy we are, we must always take time to talk to Christ. We must do it faithfully as we do with our food. We eat for our physical health. We pray for our spiritual health.
In the silence of our hearts, what are we praying for?
(Today’s Oxygen by Beryl Baterina)
Prayer: Father God, please grant me the grace to always remember that You are everywhere. May I always experience Your presence in whatever situation I am in. Amen.
Thanksgiving: Heavenly Father, thank You for giving us time and opportunity to pray. Amen.