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By SOPHIE DRUFFNER
Jesus departed from there and came to his native place, accompanied by his disciples... He was amazed at their lack of faith.
"Thursday of the Do you
believe in God?”
The
assistant orchestra director stands in front of the Honors Orchestra, asking us
the all-important question. She is asking us this question because we are
playing religious music, written by a composer who was deeply in love with God,
and she wants us to understand the attitude in which the composer wrote it. Looking
down at my plaid skirt and saddle shoes, there seems to only be one answer: “Of
course.” Didn’t I go to mass every weekend and participate in the prayer before
every class and advisory? Didn’t I talk about religion and morals with my
friends, discussing different viewpoints and situations? Didn’t I believe in
God?
Of course.
Just as all
this is running through my mind, another student says: “Sometimes. It’s kind of
off and on.”
The gift of
being open-minded is about stepping into the other person’s shoes, imagining
what they are feeling and their prior experience. So I stepped into this
student’s shoes, and it didn’t take me long to figure out why he had replied
“Sometimes.” As I walked down the hallway after class, I asked myself if I
believed in God, right at this second. I asked myself if every single time the
priest held up that little wafer that I believed that God was present within
it. I asked myself if I believed that he was out there right now, at this very
nanosecond, just being Himself. And it was much harder to say “Of course.”
Again, in the
dining hall, I was talking with my friends about something another classmate
had said, and everyone laughed. Although I giggled, I asked myself again: Do I
believe in God?
As I fixed
my hair in the mirror before class (a usually fruitless task), I asked myself a
third time: “Do I believe in God?” “Right now?” I responded. In the restroom,
in front of the mirror? And it was a little harder to say “Of course.”
You see, for
me, believing in God was a question for theology and philosophy classes (“The
possibility that there is not a God does not disprove the possibility that
there is a God”), for school masses and chapel. It was a question of beliefs,
beliefs which I didn’t think about at every moment of every day. God was there
whenever I needed Him because that was the way I viewed our relationship. When
I didn’t need Him, I didn’t think about Him. I didn’t think that He wanted me
to; after all, he was too busy looking after the sparrows and the seven billion
others in the world.
And then it
was school mass, and the priest held up the bit of flour and water and said
“This is the Body of Christ.” It is so unbelievable that this was the same
wafer that martyrs died for, that Jesus died for, that this was truly the torn
and bloody Body of Christ taken down from the cross over two thousand years
ago. When I lifted the Cup to my lips, I imagined myself touching my lips to
the wounds of Christ, the same blood shed now that was shed over two thousand
years ago. It cannot be scientifically proven; it is not a theory backed up by
studies and evidence. Yet it is faith, backed by the reason that within
Christ’s very self was the link between Heaven and Earth, for He was wholly
divine and wholly human. Christ, both fully human and fully divine, told us
that this Bread was his Body, that this Wine was his Blood; and for that
reason, it must be the ultimate truth.
Remember how
much a paper cut hurts, and how so much more a scar from surgery pains one? The
Son of God loved you so much that he endured a myriad of papercuts and
innumerable scars because He loves you so much. He wants so much that you think
of him almost every second, that you
pray without ceasing, that you show a huge amount of faith and believe that
there is more than death. And he wants your faith in works, not just empty “Amens,”
spirited hymns, or the Creed proclaimed loudly. He wants you to constantly ask
yourself that, if you believe in God, if what you are doing is in accordance
with his way of love, if what you are doing is truly Christian. Even if you do
not believe in the saving death of Jesus, if you are Muslim or Jewish, you can
ask yourself, Am I doing what God wants
me to do? And any faith tradition can ask themselves the question: Are my
actions following the teachings of my faith tradition? Am I honoring others by
my actions? (Hindus believe in many gods with one ultimate reality, and
generally, Buddhists do not believe in a personal God).
Are you
telling the truth, are you truly listening to a person and giving them the full
dignity that they deserve, are you defending a person’s right to life, liberty,
and happiness, are you stepping into someone else’s shoes…on all issues?
Do you
believe in God?
He, the
Person who created your first neuron, walks with you. He is above you and
beside you, to the right, and to the left. He is watching your back and he
knows where you placed things before you lost them. He is your partner and he
is always there. Touch your lips to the wounds of God the Son, imagine His
pain, imagine his Sacrifice, and remember to “pray without ceasing,” in your
every syllable, in your every hand gesture, “for God so loved the world that he
gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but
have eternal life” (John 3:16)
Are you telling the truth, are you truly listening to a person and giving them the full dignity that they deserve, are you defending a person’s right to life, liberty, and happiness, are you stepping into someone else’s shoes…on all issues?
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What a beautiful examination of conscience for me to meditate on this morning. You are a mature soul Sophie!
Do I believe in God…. enough to do His will….always, immediately and with joy? What is the will of God? Even though I struggled with this question for years in one area of my life, I now look back and realize that, really, I thought I was in control, that I could help make something good & holy happen. But I’m not in control. When asked “What is the will of God”, Mother Angelica answered, “I will tell you in one year from making a decision if it was the will of God or not.” There is no magic pill to take to help us out in discernment, to see the future of how things will turn out with two different roads taken.
On another note, Lent is my favorite time of the year: no lights and glitter or the hustle and bustle of consumerism – just the calming reassurance and freedom of The Cross. Over the years I have come to realize, though, that Lent is not about the chocolate. It’s not about the wine or losing weight either. It’s about making sharp turns in my life that need to be straightened. I pray that this Lent will be for all of us, a time of true self denial; a time to give to God what is God’s: my heart, soul and strength. I still have many attachments that I must give to Him also. I cannot continue to keep them. If I say I believe in Him and love Him, I must keep only one thing: Jesus Crucified and forsaken. It’s never too early to start living the Lenten season…all year long.
Thank you Sophie for your beautiful words.
Beautiful meditation Sophie!!!
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