Our Mass yesterday was officiated by Fr. Frank, he is our permanent fill-in whenever needed. I like Fr. Frank, he is from Malta and is very intelligent so I was looking forward to his sermon on the Holy Trinity. He kept it very simple explaining how the Trinity is a mystery and one that we will probably never really understand until the time we pass on into the heavenly realm. He spoke about St. Patrick and how he taught the Irish converts about the Trinity using the three leaf clover, one stem, three leaves! I think what amazes me the most when I spend time thinking about the Trinity is that all three persons – Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, existed from the beginning. All three were present for the creation of the world. It’s in the bible! Let’s look at Genesis, Chapter 2, verse 26: “Then God said: ‘Let us make man in our image, after our likeness…'” Note the use of “us” and “our” in that verse. This is just one of the things that causes me joy when I think about the end of this mortal life of mine, I can’t wait to learn the truth about all these mysteries surrounding my faith!
Before I move on this morning I would like to take a moment to mention Mary, the mother of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. This is the final Sunday in May, the month we honor Mary. Yes, I said honor, not worship! Without Mary’s consent Jesus would have had no earthly vessel to assist his becoming human while maintaining his divinity. She is a special woman, she was the first disciple, she was given as mother to us at the foot of the cross. It is only right that we honor her just as we honored our earthly mothers earlier this month. In her honor I would like to share with you a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow written to Mary.
Her Feet Shod with Holiness
And, if our faith had given us nothing more
Than this Example, of all Womanhood,
So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good,
So patient, so peaceful, loyal, loving, pure –
This were enough to prove it higher and truer
Than all the creeds the world had known before.
Virgin, who lovest the poor and lonely,
If the loud cry of a mother’s heart
Can ever ascend to where thou art,
Into thy blessed hands and holy
Receive my prayer of praise and thanksgiving
Let the hands that bore our Savior bear it
Into the awful presence of God;
For thy feet with holiness are shod,
And, if thou bearest it, he will hear it.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I pray that I may be more like Mary, always seeking first to do the will of my Lord. Have a blessed week.
Marci
Genesis and Beyond 