Meditation is an ideal way to pray. Using God's word (Lectio Divina) allows me to hear, listen and reflect on what the Lord wants to say to me - to one of his disciples - just like He did two thousand years ago.
The best time to reflect is at the beginning of the day and for at least 15 to 30 minutes.
Prior to going to sleep, read the Mass readings for the next day and then, in the morning, reflect on the Meditation offered on this website.
I hope these daily meditations allow you to know, love and imitate the Lord in a more meaningful way.
God bless you!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Luke 6:39-42 Confession Time

Friday of the Twenty-Third Week in Ordinary Time

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Jesus told his disciples a parable:  "Can a blind person guide a blind person?  Will not both fall into a pit?  No disciple is superior to the teacher; but when fully trained, every disciple will be like his teacher.  Why do you notice the splinter in your brother's eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own?"

It's not uncommon practice for Catholic parishes to ask priests from nearby parishes to help out with their confessions and Masses.  

Confession time.  A few years back, I was asked to celebrate a weekday Mass at a parish nearby downtown Dallas.  It turns out their priest had a family emergency and he needed someone to fill in for him.  I agreed to help and immediately got into my car.  When I arrived, just in the nick of time, I was struck at how few people were in attendance.  There were only 16 people sitting in the pews.

I couldn't believe it.  I guess I'm spoiled.  I'm used to seeing at least two hundred people at daily Mass.  I kept wondering why so few people were there.  And then I understood.

When the time came for the readings, I saw an elderly man see-saw his way out of his seat, struggle to get up the stairs and, favoring one hip, as he limp his way towards the podium.  His physical appearance was even less flattering.  His clothes were old, his hair was a matted to his head and his pants were jacked up well above his waist.  I thought to myself, "Oh my goodness!  No wonder why so few people come to Mass here.  They need to get someone young, vibrant and elegant up here to read.  That's how it's done.  This is depressing!"   

Unfortunately, this poor creature reminded me of Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

After Mass, I went straight back to the sacristy to change.  To my surprise I saw this same man waiting outside for me.  He asked if he could have one minute of my time.  I was surprised.  At first I felt convicted.  Out of all the people who wanted to speak to me, why him?  For a minute there, I thought he may have heard my thoughts.  But that was impossible, right?

Well, what came out of his mouth was as sweet and sincere as could be.  He spoke to me of how he suffered and struggled, but how his faith was as strong as steel.  He communicated to me how he wished he could offer up more of his life to the Lord and how he could be more like me, a holy man of God.

I nearly broke down in tears. 

I had to guard my eyes and look away, otherwise this holy man would see what a superficial fraud I'd become.

This was a lesson from God.  It was a good lesson for me to learn.  Unfortunately, it seems to be a lesson that must be repeated often before it is finally understood.

Why do you notice the splinter in your brother's eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own?


  1. Great Article Father.I say i dont judge people.But when i read your article i realize i do.God forgive me.

  2. “Unfortunately, it seems to be a lesson that must be repeated often before it is finally understood.”

    I have often wondered why this is: why did God make us this way that a lesson had to be repeated many times in order for us to get it? He did make us this way… it’s not of our doing!! Why couldn’t we get it the first time and move on? My best guess is that it has to somehow help us in humility. He is always, always trying to make us into Him. To me, this is what is so remarkable: that He never, never gives up on us. He is constant in His Love. How remarkable!!

  3. I totally agree with you Anon!

    I somehow manage to continue to say the wrong things to my friends! It is not intentional, just truthful. I realize that I can be too emotional or too truthful with them, and that I really need to sit down with them and discuss it. I haven't learned this lesson fast enough.

    Father, I think we all feel like a fraud sometimes. Some days are good, others not so good.

    Thank you for your encouraging words,



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