Friday, March 30, 2018

O my soul!

Christ of Maryknoll by Robert Lentz
I read a blog today that spoke of "What Wondrous Love is This," so of course I've had that hymn in my head ever since. Appropriate for Good Friday, I think.

The first line struck me differently today than the many other times I've sung it. I pictured the words as "What wondrous love is this, oh my soul?" with the question mark at the end, as if the writer/singer is speaking to her own soul, asking the soul to wonder with her about that wondrous love.

It made me think again about the soul and it being a part of me, but somehow not in me, in Christ instead. I wrote before of that concept. Today, I keep thinking about talking to my own soul, having a conversation about the wondrous love of Jesus, or who knows what else. (I'm not even going to think about the meta-ness of me talking to my own soul -- whatever).

Another hymn that comes to mind is "And Can It Be." That, too, I can think of as a conversation with my soul. "Soul, can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood? Me, who caused his pain? Me, who pursued him to his death?"

What wondrous, amazing love, indeed.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Let us break bread together on our knees

Today the daily Jesuit devotional I receive had this prayer, after a passage of the last supper:
In the breaking of the bread
We have known him; we have been fed.
Jesus the stranger, Jesus the Lord,
Be our companion, be our hope.
Bread for the journey, strength for our years,
Manna of ages, of struggle and tears.
Cup of salvation, fruit of the land,
Bless and receive now the work of our hands.
—In the Breaking of the Bread, text by Bob Hurd and Michael Downey, © 1987 OCP Publications

It brought to mind a silly memory, and lately I've been thinking I will document memories - silly or not. 

I was in high school, it must have been on one of the retreats to Rehobeth, New Mexico, because that's where we were. I can't even remember specifically which friend I was with. For some reason, we broke into song:

Let us break bread together on our knees;
let us break bread together on our knees; 
When I fall on my knees
with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.
When we got to the part "When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun," my friend dropped to his knees, spread his arms, looked up toward the sun, and very theatrically sang the words. Loved it. Nailed it.