Wisdom 1:13-15; 2:23-24 / 2 Cor 8:7,9, 13-15 / Mark 5:21-43
When we say that something is unbelievable, it means that it is unlikely to be true or that it is too difficult to believe.
For example, the following can be rather unbelievable: Over a period of 200 years, three ships perished at the same location off the coast of Wales, on the same day (5th December) and all three ships had only one survivor. The three survivors all had the same name – Hugh Williams.
Call it incredible, or improbable, or impossible, or unbelievable, it all means more or less the same thing.
But recently, the word “unbelievable” had an added dimension to it.
A group of children were singing a song and it began with the word “unbelievable” and I wondered what kind of song is that, because it had some kind of Chinese tune but English words.
Until someone told me that the song had gone viral on the internet, and it had an unbelievable popularity.
So I went to check it out, and I was tickled by how cheesy it is, how lame the lyrics are, and yet how easy it is to sing that even the kids can sing it.
Well, if you haven’t heard it yet it goes something like this:
“Un-un-un-un-unbelievable, that’s what you are,
come be my coffee table and I’ll be your sofa.”
“Un-un-un-un-unbelievable, so near yet so far,
please be the metal cable to my cable car.”
You can go and listen to the rest of the song if you wish. But I have to tell you it’s so cheesy and so corny that it would be better that no one is around when you listen to it.
But it has become popular and gone viral on the internet that even the producers and the singer thought it was quite unbelievable.
The unexpected can be quite unbelievable and many a times it is a pleasant surprise.
In today’s gospel passage, we hear of two persons who were certainly surprised.
But they had to go through a desperation. Jairus was desperate for a cure for his daughter who was desperately sick, and the unnamed woman was desperate for a cure for her haemorrhage.
Jairus had to kneel at the feet of Jesus and plead earnestly with Him. The woman had to go behind Jesus through the crowd in a desperate bid to touch His cloak.
What Jairus and the woman did was certainly not that unbelievable.
In a time of desperation and not having any other options, we would go down on our knees and touch the statues or the holy pictures in order to get some divine attention and hope for divine intervention.
But what Jairus and the woman did, and what we would do in a time of desperation is certainly not unbelievable.
The key factor in all is faith. Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has restored you to health.” To Jairus He said, “Do not be afraid; only have faith.”
Yes, the key factor is faith. Because faith sees what is invisible; faith believes the unbelievable; and faith receives the impossible.
Every week, there are something like 50 to 70 Mass intentions that are offered in the petition boxes, together with Novena petitions.
And during the feast day celebrations, there were about 2,300 petition envelopes that were offered to the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
Every Mass intention that is offered must be fulfilled and the Church takes a serious view on how it is accounted for.
That is why the Mass intentions must be published so that we know that our Mass intentions are recorded and the priests will look through these intentions before Mass.
The petitions that are received in the petition boxes and those received during the feast day are read by the priests and a prayer is offered for them too, and they are placed at the side altars of Mother Mary and St. Joseph.
Whether it is the offering of Mass intentions or writing in a petition, it is an act of faith.
Because faith sees what is invisible – that Jesus will read those petitions and act on it.
Because faith believes in the unbelievable – that Jesus will feel those who reach out to touch Him. And that’s why in the gospel, Jesus turned around in the crowd and said, “Who touched my clothes?” And His disciples were bewildered and said, “You see how the crowd is pressing round you and yet you say “Who touched me?”
Yes, faith tells us that Jesus knows and feels it when we reach out to touch Him.
And faith receives the impossible, because what is impossible for man is not impossible for God.
Surely, God’s help is only a prayer away. We only need to act on that prayer.
Jairus went down on his knees. The woman touched the clothes of Jesus.
We only need to write down our prayer in a Mass intention or a petition.
God will read it and He will act upon it. That is not unbelievable.
With faith, we will believe that God will grant only what is good for us.
But it takes a lot of faith to believe that.
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Saturday, June 27, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
12th Ordinary Sunday, Year B, 21.06.2015
Job 38:1, 8-11 / 2 Cor 5:14-17 / Mark 4:35-41
The month of June is often called the holiday month because it’s the month of school holidays. The other holiday month is December.
And being school holidays the children would expect their parents to bring them out of the country for a holiday.
Depending on the budget, it can be anywhere from regional to the continental.
And if continental Europe is the choice, then one place that is not really the top choice would be Normandy beach in France.
But it will be the place to visit for some who were there on the 6th June 1944. They were not there on that day for a holiday, but for D-day, a day that they will not forget, and it is also a day that they hope will never happen again.
That was the day when Allied troops began a massive assault across the English Channel on Nazi-occupied France in order to liberate Europe from the German occupation.
In that one day of heavy fighting, over four thousand soldiers lost their lives.
A soldier’s account of the landing on one of Normandy’s beaches had it that as the landing craft drew near the beach, the soldiers could hear bullets tapping on the ramp of the landing craft.
And when the ramp was lowered, and as the soldiers charge out, it was all hell breaking loose. It was a day that the surviving veterans would never forget and they hope will never happen again.
No amount of preparation before they set off across the Channel from England prepared them for this nightmare, as they crossed over to the other side.
But it was a day to be remembered, not just for the carnage, but also for the courage that brought about the liberation of Europe.
Not so dramatic was the gospel account when Jesus said to His disciples, “Let’s cross over to the other side.”
As they set sail, they may not be prepared for what was to come, although the Sea of Galilee was known for blowing up sudden storms and claiming lives.
And indeed a gale blew up and the waves were breaking into the boat so that it was almost swamped, meaning to say it was going to sink.
We can imagine all the shouting and panicking in desperation, and in the midst of all that, Jesus was sleeping, head on a cushion, and maybe snoring even!
How can He? And so the disciples had to wake Him and say, “Master, do you not care? We are going down!”
But what were the disciples expecting Jesus to do?
Maybe they merely wanted Him to help them keep the boat afloat till the storm blew over and that they reach the shore safely.
But did they expect Him to stop the storm just like that. Certainly not, otherwise they won’t be filled with awe, and they wondered “Who can this be? Even the wind and the sea obey him.”
Now we, we are much smarter than the disciples. Because we will ask Jesus that no storms will ever hit us.
And then, should a storm hit us, we will ask Jesus for a bigger boat to keep us safe and secure in the storm.
Surely, this is what we expect for believing in Jesus.
We expect life to be leisurely and sailing over calm and tranquil waters.
Well here is the good news. If we are asking our God to let our lives be smooth sailing, that there will be no storms in life, and that our boats will be unsinkable, then here is the good news.
The good news is this: God says No!
And we will ask – why? We will always ask why because we can’t quite take “No” for an answer.
We are not much different from the character of Job, from the 1st reading.
Job met with one storm after another, and he too asked why???
Oh yes, we want answers, especially when storms start to blow, and ships start to sink.
Here, let us listen to a reflection that might help us to understand why God may say No to our requests.
It goes like this:
I asked God to take away my bad habit.
God said, No. It is not for Me to take it away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No. His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No. I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to Me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No. I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
Let us remember that when God says No, it is not a rejection.
Rather it is a re-direction; a re-direction to see that God’s plans are to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11)
So God will not say that there will be no storms in our lives or that the waters of distress will not swamp our boats.
But Jesus will be with us in the storms. But the storms that He will quell are not the storms out there but rather the storms that are within, the storms in our hearts.
To these storms He says, “Quiet now. Be calm.” As Psalm 46:10 would say “Be still, and know that I am God.”
In the midst of the storms in our hearts, we just need to listen to the voice of Jesus and be still and we will know who God is and where He is.
Yes we need to be still and be calm and we will be able to say Yes to God’s plans for us, plans that are always for our good.
Simply because God loves us. And the prophet Jeremiah will tell us that God not only loves us, but He loves us with an everlasting love (Jer 31:3)
The month of June is often called the holiday month because it’s the month of school holidays. The other holiday month is December.
And being school holidays the children would expect their parents to bring them out of the country for a holiday.
Depending on the budget, it can be anywhere from regional to the continental.
And if continental Europe is the choice, then one place that is not really the top choice would be Normandy beach in France.
But it will be the place to visit for some who were there on the 6th June 1944. They were not there on that day for a holiday, but for D-day, a day that they will not forget, and it is also a day that they hope will never happen again.
That was the day when Allied troops began a massive assault across the English Channel on Nazi-occupied France in order to liberate Europe from the German occupation.
In that one day of heavy fighting, over four thousand soldiers lost their lives.
A soldier’s account of the landing on one of Normandy’s beaches had it that as the landing craft drew near the beach, the soldiers could hear bullets tapping on the ramp of the landing craft.
And when the ramp was lowered, and as the soldiers charge out, it was all hell breaking loose. It was a day that the surviving veterans would never forget and they hope will never happen again.
No amount of preparation before they set off across the Channel from England prepared them for this nightmare, as they crossed over to the other side.
But it was a day to be remembered, not just for the carnage, but also for the courage that brought about the liberation of Europe.
Not so dramatic was the gospel account when Jesus said to His disciples, “Let’s cross over to the other side.”
As they set sail, they may not be prepared for what was to come, although the Sea of Galilee was known for blowing up sudden storms and claiming lives.
And indeed a gale blew up and the waves were breaking into the boat so that it was almost swamped, meaning to say it was going to sink.
We can imagine all the shouting and panicking in desperation, and in the midst of all that, Jesus was sleeping, head on a cushion, and maybe snoring even!
How can He? And so the disciples had to wake Him and say, “Master, do you not care? We are going down!”
But what were the disciples expecting Jesus to do?
Maybe they merely wanted Him to help them keep the boat afloat till the storm blew over and that they reach the shore safely.
But did they expect Him to stop the storm just like that. Certainly not, otherwise they won’t be filled with awe, and they wondered “Who can this be? Even the wind and the sea obey him.”
Now we, we are much smarter than the disciples. Because we will ask Jesus that no storms will ever hit us.
And then, should a storm hit us, we will ask Jesus for a bigger boat to keep us safe and secure in the storm.
Surely, this is what we expect for believing in Jesus.
We expect life to be leisurely and sailing over calm and tranquil waters.
Well here is the good news. If we are asking our God to let our lives be smooth sailing, that there will be no storms in life, and that our boats will be unsinkable, then here is the good news.
The good news is this: God says No!
And we will ask – why? We will always ask why because we can’t quite take “No” for an answer.
We are not much different from the character of Job, from the 1st reading.
Job met with one storm after another, and he too asked why???
Oh yes, we want answers, especially when storms start to blow, and ships start to sink.
Here, let us listen to a reflection that might help us to understand why God may say No to our requests.
It goes like this:
I asked God to take away my bad habit.
God said, No. It is not for Me to take it away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No. His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No. I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to Me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No. You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No. I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
Let us remember that when God says No, it is not a rejection.
Rather it is a re-direction; a re-direction to see that God’s plans are to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11)
So God will not say that there will be no storms in our lives or that the waters of distress will not swamp our boats.
But Jesus will be with us in the storms. But the storms that He will quell are not the storms out there but rather the storms that are within, the storms in our hearts.
To these storms He says, “Quiet now. Be calm.” As Psalm 46:10 would say “Be still, and know that I am God.”
In the midst of the storms in our hearts, we just need to listen to the voice of Jesus and be still and we will know who God is and where He is.
Yes we need to be still and be calm and we will be able to say Yes to God’s plans for us, plans that are always for our good.
Simply because God loves us. And the prophet Jeremiah will tell us that God not only loves us, but He loves us with an everlasting love (Jer 31:3)
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, Year B, 14.06.2015
Hosea 11:1, 3-4, 8-9 / Ephesians 3:8-12, 14-19 / John 19:31-37
As our parish continues to celebrate the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus this weekend, I would like to begin with a story that sounds rather crass or crude.
But I will tell it nonetheless and I hope you will just bear with it, although you might have heard it before.
One day the different parts of the body were having an argument to see which is the most important.
"I should be the most important," said the brain , "Because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."
"I should be the most important," said the blood, "Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd waste away."
"I should be the most important," said the stomach, "Because I process food and give all of you energy."
"I should be the most important," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go."
"I should be the most important," said the eyes, "Because I allow the body to see where it goes."
"I should be the most important," said the rectum, but before he could continue, all the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood became toxic. They all had to give in to the rectum and let it be the most important.
As much as it sounds rather crude to talk about such things, yet there is a point to it.
Some parts of our body we give them honour and take care about how they appear, like our hair, our face, etc.
But some parts of our body we cover it because of decency. And because they are covered up, we may not pay that much attention to them.
But they are no less important than those other parts that are exposed.
Earlier you heard a rather crude story. Now let us look at something rather gruesome.
In the gospel, we heard about three bodies hanging on crosses.
Because of the religious festival, the Jews asked Pilate to have the legs broken and the bodies taken away.
So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first man who had been crucified and then of the other.
And when they came to Jesus, they found He was already dead.
And here is where a soldier did something rather gruesome.
The soldier used a lance and pierced His side.
It seems that the dead body of Jesus was subjected to further abuse and the soldiers want His innards to hang out, just to be sure He is dead. That’s really gruesome.
But just as God has the power to change tragedy into victory, what was gruesome became something awesome.
The soldier pierced His side with a lance and immediately there came out blood and water.
What was pierced and exposed is none other than the heart of Jesus.
And what was exposed is not just an organ, but the very core of Jesus, the very core of His divinity and humanity.
And out of that core, out of the heart of Jesus, flowed forgiveness and healing as symbolized by the water, and also mercy and love as symbolized by the blood.
It is out of this gruesome exposition of the heart of Jesus that evokes in us our reaction and response.
In one the apparitions to St. Margaret Mary, Jesus reported said to her : "Behold the Heart that has so loved men ... instead of gratitude, I receive from the greater part of mankind only ingratitude ...".
During the triduum in preparation of the celebration of the feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, we came as a community in prayer and devotion to the Sacred Heart and we offered our petitions in the coloured envelopes together with our wounded and weary and wandering hearts.
From a certain perspective, our petition envelopes are like lances that pierce the Heart of Jesus and He offers us His healing and forgiveness, His love and mercy.
But we may become like spiritual consumers – we put in our petition and we expect a response from God.
Pope Pius XI stated that "the spirit of expiation or reparation has always had the first and foremost place in the worship given to the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus".
Reparation is the action of making amends for a wrong one has done. Practically it means going for the Sacrament of Reconciliation and frequent reception of Holy Communion, especially Communion on the First Friday of the month, and the observance of the Holy Hour.
True devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus means that we acknowledge that we had not loved Jesus as much as He had loved us, and that we have ignored His love and mercy, even though His wounded exposed Heart is offering us healing and forgiveness.
We, the priests of the parish, will pray for the petitions offered up to the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
May love and mercy, healing and forgiveness flow from the wounded and Sacred Heart of Jesus to those who offered up these petitions so that they will love Him more and more.
And as we look deep into the Heart of Jesus and love Him in return, may we also remember that He commanded us to love one another as He has loved us.
To love others may at times be like letting them pierce our hearts with a lance and cause us pain.
But when our hearts are in the Sacred Heart of Jesus, then we will find consolation and be at peace.
And we will go on loving, just as Jesus has shown us in His Sacred Heart, that He will always be loving.
As our parish continues to celebrate the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus this weekend, I would like to begin with a story that sounds rather crass or crude.
But I will tell it nonetheless and I hope you will just bear with it, although you might have heard it before.
One day the different parts of the body were having an argument to see which is the most important.
"I should be the most important," said the brain , "Because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen."
"I should be the most important," said the blood, "Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd waste away."
"I should be the most important," said the stomach, "Because I process food and give all of you energy."
"I should be the most important," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go."
"I should be the most important," said the eyes, "Because I allow the body to see where it goes."
"I should be the most important," said the rectum, but before he could continue, all the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood became toxic. They all had to give in to the rectum and let it be the most important.
As much as it sounds rather crude to talk about such things, yet there is a point to it.
Some parts of our body we give them honour and take care about how they appear, like our hair, our face, etc.
But some parts of our body we cover it because of decency. And because they are covered up, we may not pay that much attention to them.
But they are no less important than those other parts that are exposed.
Earlier you heard a rather crude story. Now let us look at something rather gruesome.
In the gospel, we heard about three bodies hanging on crosses.
Because of the religious festival, the Jews asked Pilate to have the legs broken and the bodies taken away.
So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first man who had been crucified and then of the other.
And when they came to Jesus, they found He was already dead.
And here is where a soldier did something rather gruesome.
The soldier used a lance and pierced His side.
It seems that the dead body of Jesus was subjected to further abuse and the soldiers want His innards to hang out, just to be sure He is dead. That’s really gruesome.
But just as God has the power to change tragedy into victory, what was gruesome became something awesome.
The soldier pierced His side with a lance and immediately there came out blood and water.
What was pierced and exposed is none other than the heart of Jesus.
And what was exposed is not just an organ, but the very core of Jesus, the very core of His divinity and humanity.
And out of that core, out of the heart of Jesus, flowed forgiveness and healing as symbolized by the water, and also mercy and love as symbolized by the blood.
It is out of this gruesome exposition of the heart of Jesus that evokes in us our reaction and response.
In one the apparitions to St. Margaret Mary, Jesus reported said to her : "Behold the Heart that has so loved men ... instead of gratitude, I receive from the greater part of mankind only ingratitude ...".
During the triduum in preparation of the celebration of the feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, we came as a community in prayer and devotion to the Sacred Heart and we offered our petitions in the coloured envelopes together with our wounded and weary and wandering hearts.
From a certain perspective, our petition envelopes are like lances that pierce the Heart of Jesus and He offers us His healing and forgiveness, His love and mercy.
But we may become like spiritual consumers – we put in our petition and we expect a response from God.
Pope Pius XI stated that "the spirit of expiation or reparation has always had the first and foremost place in the worship given to the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus".
Reparation is the action of making amends for a wrong one has done. Practically it means going for the Sacrament of Reconciliation and frequent reception of Holy Communion, especially Communion on the First Friday of the month, and the observance of the Holy Hour.
True devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus means that we acknowledge that we had not loved Jesus as much as He had loved us, and that we have ignored His love and mercy, even though His wounded exposed Heart is offering us healing and forgiveness.
We, the priests of the parish, will pray for the petitions offered up to the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
May love and mercy, healing and forgiveness flow from the wounded and Sacred Heart of Jesus to those who offered up these petitions so that they will love Him more and more.
And as we look deep into the Heart of Jesus and love Him in return, may we also remember that He commanded us to love one another as He has loved us.
To love others may at times be like letting them pierce our hearts with a lance and cause us pain.
But when our hearts are in the Sacred Heart of Jesus, then we will find consolation and be at peace.
And we will go on loving, just as Jesus has shown us in His Sacred Heart, that He will always be loving.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Corpus Christi Sunday, Year B, 07.06.2015
Exodus 24:3-8 / Hebrews 9:11-15 / Mark 14:12-16, 22-26
One of the greatest threats to Europe during the 5th Century came from Eastern Asia.
The Huns led by Attila had swept through Asia and in the year 452 was on the verge of invading Italy.
The Huns were savage and barbaric in every aspect, killing men, women and children, plundering, sacking and destroying.
Attila the Hun was especially and utterly cruel in inflicting torture, greedy in plundering and famous for ripping apart his enemies and drinking their blood.
Rome which was then the seat of the crumbling Roman empire waited in helpless terror for utter destruction.
The pope at that time, Pope Leo knew he had to defend his flock and so he decided to go and meet Attila the Hun at the risk of his life and try to negotiate for peace.
Before he set off, Pope Leo celebrated the Eucharist.
As he ate and drank the Body and Blood of Christ, he thought to himself: If Attila were to rip me apart and drink my blood, then he would also be drinking the blood of Christ and that might convert him.
So with that, the venerable and simple old man went forth to meet the merciless young destroyer who only knew how to kill and plunder.
It was a tense meeting as the Pope pleaded with Attila to stop the bloodshed and spare Rome and the innocent people, and at the same time wondering when he was going to lose his life.
Then in a spectacular and surprising turn of events, Attila ordered his army to stop attacking and return to their base camp.
Many speculations were offered for this sudden and unexpected change in Attila the Hun.
It would be that a sum of money was given to him to stop him from attacking.
Or that his army was short of supplies and worn out, and there was a famine and plague in Italy at that time.
But another story has it that when Attila’s servants asked him why he suddenly changed his mind, he told them this:
While the Pope was talking to him, there appeared above the Pope’s head, two figures with drawn swords, and they seemed to threaten Attila unless he consented to do as Pope Leo had requested. Those two figures were said to be St. Peter and St. Paul.
Well, the fact was that Attila and his savage hordes turned back and Rome was saved at the mitigation of Pope Leo.
The interesting point in all this is that although Pope Leo knew that he could lose his life, he also believed in the power of the Eucharist.
He believed that Christ was in him and that the Blood of Christ flowed in his veins.
This is also what St Augustine taught us: the Eucharist is the only food that changes us to become like what we eat. We partake of Christ’s Body and Blood, and we become like Christ.
Indeed, Jesus the Lord gives us His Body and Blood so that He can live in us and we in Him.
Today, we the Church celebrates the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ.
It is not just about the bread and wine becoming the Body and Blood of Christ after it is consecrated.
It is also about us who receive the Body and Blood of Christ at Holy Communion.
Yes, it is Holy Communion. We are receiving something very sacred. We are receiving Christ the Risen Lord.
And all this is happening at the Eucharist, at the Mass. And it is happening every day, and happening all over the world, because there is not just Sunday Mass but there is also weekday Mass. Yes, there is Mass every day.
And if we really believe what is happening at Mass, and if we really believe that we are receiving what Jesus is giving us, His Body and Blood, then we would be coming for Mass, not just on Sunday, but every day.
The following true story was related to Sr. M. Veronica Murphy by an elderly nun who hear from the lips of the late Reverend Father Stanislaus SS.CC. (The Congregation of the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary)
In a little town in Luxembourg, a Captain of the Forest Guards was in deep conversation with the butcher when an elderly woman entered the shop. The butcher broke off the conversation to ask the old woman what she wanted. She had come to beg for a little meat but had no money. The Captain was amused at the conversation which ensued between the poor woman and the butcher:
“Only a little meat,” the elderly woman pleaded. “But how much are you going to give me?” the butcher asked her.
“I am sorry,” the woman responded, “I have no money but I will hear Mass for you.” Both the butcher and the Captain were very indifferent about religion, so they at once began to scoff at the old woman's answer.
“All right then,” said the butcher, “you go and hear Mass for me and when you come back I'll give you as much meat as the Mass is worth.”
The woman left the shop and returned an hour later.
She approached the counter and the butcher, seeing her, said, “All right, then, now we will see.”
He took a slip of paper and wrote on it "I heard a Mass for you." He then placed the paper on the scales and a tiny bone on the other side but nothing happened. Next, he placed a piece of meat instead of the bone, but still the paper proved heavier.
The Captain, who had decided to stay on at the shop to see how the small drama would end, looked at the butcher. Both men were beginning to feel ashamed of their mockery.
The butcher placed a large piece of meat on the balance, but still the paper held its own. The butcher, exasperated, examined the scales, but found they were all right. Placing an extremely large piece of meat on the scale, it still favored the weight of the paper.
Removing both items, he again checked the mechanism of the scale and then weighted several other items, and the scale proved to be exactly accurate.
Exasperated, the butcher said kindly to the woman, “What do you want my good woman, must I give you a whole leg of mutton?”
At this he placed the leg of mutton on the balance, but the paper outweighed the meat. An even larger piece of meat was put on, but again the weight remained on the side of the paper.
This impressed the butcher so much that he converted, and promised to give the woman her daily ration of meat. He kept his promise and the business flourished more than it ever had before.
As for the Captain, he left the shop a changed man, and became an ardent lover of daily Mass. Because of that incident, he became a daily attendant at Mass and his children were trained to follow his example. Peace and happiness in the home increased as the love of God grew in the family. Two of his sons became priests, one a Jesuit and the other a Father of the Sacred Heart.
Later when his sons became priests, the Captain advised them to say Mass well every day and never miss the Sacrifice of the Mass through any fault of their own.
Father Stanislaus finished by saying “I am the Religious of the Sacred Heart, and the Captain was my father.”
This story is often called “The weight of the Mass”. And indeed what we receive at Mass outweighs anything that we can ever have or achieve on our own.
Pope Leo believed in the power of the Mass and that outweighed the terror of Attila the Hun.
Our faith in the Mass and in the Body and Blood of Christ will certainly outweigh all challenges and difficulties that we will ever face.
We just need to believe that we receive Christ and that He lives in us.
One of the greatest threats to Europe during the 5th Century came from Eastern Asia.
The Huns led by Attila had swept through Asia and in the year 452 was on the verge of invading Italy.
The Huns were savage and barbaric in every aspect, killing men, women and children, plundering, sacking and destroying.
Attila the Hun was especially and utterly cruel in inflicting torture, greedy in plundering and famous for ripping apart his enemies and drinking their blood.
Rome which was then the seat of the crumbling Roman empire waited in helpless terror for utter destruction.
The pope at that time, Pope Leo knew he had to defend his flock and so he decided to go and meet Attila the Hun at the risk of his life and try to negotiate for peace.
Before he set off, Pope Leo celebrated the Eucharist.
As he ate and drank the Body and Blood of Christ, he thought to himself: If Attila were to rip me apart and drink my blood, then he would also be drinking the blood of Christ and that might convert him.
So with that, the venerable and simple old man went forth to meet the merciless young destroyer who only knew how to kill and plunder.
It was a tense meeting as the Pope pleaded with Attila to stop the bloodshed and spare Rome and the innocent people, and at the same time wondering when he was going to lose his life.
Then in a spectacular and surprising turn of events, Attila ordered his army to stop attacking and return to their base camp.
Many speculations were offered for this sudden and unexpected change in Attila the Hun.
It would be that a sum of money was given to him to stop him from attacking.
Or that his army was short of supplies and worn out, and there was a famine and plague in Italy at that time.
But another story has it that when Attila’s servants asked him why he suddenly changed his mind, he told them this:
While the Pope was talking to him, there appeared above the Pope’s head, two figures with drawn swords, and they seemed to threaten Attila unless he consented to do as Pope Leo had requested. Those two figures were said to be St. Peter and St. Paul.
Well, the fact was that Attila and his savage hordes turned back and Rome was saved at the mitigation of Pope Leo.
The interesting point in all this is that although Pope Leo knew that he could lose his life, he also believed in the power of the Eucharist.
He believed that Christ was in him and that the Blood of Christ flowed in his veins.
This is also what St Augustine taught us: the Eucharist is the only food that changes us to become like what we eat. We partake of Christ’s Body and Blood, and we become like Christ.
Indeed, Jesus the Lord gives us His Body and Blood so that He can live in us and we in Him.
Today, we the Church celebrates the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ.
It is not just about the bread and wine becoming the Body and Blood of Christ after it is consecrated.
It is also about us who receive the Body and Blood of Christ at Holy Communion.
Yes, it is Holy Communion. We are receiving something very sacred. We are receiving Christ the Risen Lord.
And all this is happening at the Eucharist, at the Mass. And it is happening every day, and happening all over the world, because there is not just Sunday Mass but there is also weekday Mass. Yes, there is Mass every day.
And if we really believe what is happening at Mass, and if we really believe that we are receiving what Jesus is giving us, His Body and Blood, then we would be coming for Mass, not just on Sunday, but every day.
The following true story was related to Sr. M. Veronica Murphy by an elderly nun who hear from the lips of the late Reverend Father Stanislaus SS.CC. (The Congregation of the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary)
In a little town in Luxembourg, a Captain of the Forest Guards was in deep conversation with the butcher when an elderly woman entered the shop. The butcher broke off the conversation to ask the old woman what she wanted. She had come to beg for a little meat but had no money. The Captain was amused at the conversation which ensued between the poor woman and the butcher:
“Only a little meat,” the elderly woman pleaded. “But how much are you going to give me?” the butcher asked her.
“I am sorry,” the woman responded, “I have no money but I will hear Mass for you.” Both the butcher and the Captain were very indifferent about religion, so they at once began to scoff at the old woman's answer.
“All right then,” said the butcher, “you go and hear Mass for me and when you come back I'll give you as much meat as the Mass is worth.”
The woman left the shop and returned an hour later.
She approached the counter and the butcher, seeing her, said, “All right, then, now we will see.”
He took a slip of paper and wrote on it "I heard a Mass for you." He then placed the paper on the scales and a tiny bone on the other side but nothing happened. Next, he placed a piece of meat instead of the bone, but still the paper proved heavier.
The Captain, who had decided to stay on at the shop to see how the small drama would end, looked at the butcher. Both men were beginning to feel ashamed of their mockery.
The butcher placed a large piece of meat on the balance, but still the paper held its own. The butcher, exasperated, examined the scales, but found they were all right. Placing an extremely large piece of meat on the scale, it still favored the weight of the paper.
Removing both items, he again checked the mechanism of the scale and then weighted several other items, and the scale proved to be exactly accurate.
Exasperated, the butcher said kindly to the woman, “What do you want my good woman, must I give you a whole leg of mutton?”
At this he placed the leg of mutton on the balance, but the paper outweighed the meat. An even larger piece of meat was put on, but again the weight remained on the side of the paper.
This impressed the butcher so much that he converted, and promised to give the woman her daily ration of meat. He kept his promise and the business flourished more than it ever had before.
As for the Captain, he left the shop a changed man, and became an ardent lover of daily Mass. Because of that incident, he became a daily attendant at Mass and his children were trained to follow his example. Peace and happiness in the home increased as the love of God grew in the family. Two of his sons became priests, one a Jesuit and the other a Father of the Sacred Heart.
Later when his sons became priests, the Captain advised them to say Mass well every day and never miss the Sacrifice of the Mass through any fault of their own.
Father Stanislaus finished by saying “I am the Religious of the Sacred Heart, and the Captain was my father.”
This story is often called “The weight of the Mass”. And indeed what we receive at Mass outweighs anything that we can ever have or achieve on our own.
Pope Leo believed in the power of the Mass and that outweighed the terror of Attila the Hun.
Our faith in the Mass and in the Body and Blood of Christ will certainly outweigh all challenges and difficulties that we will ever face.
We just need to believe that we receive Christ and that He lives in us.
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