The Weirdest Thing
Okay, I think it’s fairly obvious from my posts that I tend to be a pretty cynical, sarcastic and maybe even an angry person by nature. I also tend to be quite selfish. I recognize these traits as negatives that I need to work on, but changing your inner nature is no overnight job.
As a Protestant my main concern was what God was doing with me. What was God teaching me. Was my church teaching correctly (according to my interpretation), so my children would learn proper doctrine. How was I following Him, etc. All good things, but very *me* centered (please understand, this was a *me* problem, not a Protestant problem per se). When I began to look into the Catholic Church I realized that they are very *other* centered. Although proper doctrine is important, what is more important to them is that you feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and concern yourself with more than just your own community or family. I had always seen the neccessity of these things (although I would have put proper doctrine first. My own opinion was, who cares if someone is starving if they don’t know Jesus. The most important thing was teaching, THEN came mercy. Do you know that I actually believed that Mother Theresa was in hell!!!!! Poor woman, I thought, she has spent so many years doing good, trying to work her way into heaven. But I’m willing to bet when Jesus’ parable came true, when he looked at Mother Theresa, he said, “When I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, when I was naked you gave me clothes”, because she did it for the least of these! She didn’t do it to earn her way to heaven, she did it to be Jesus for the people who wouldn’t have seen him otherwise. She didn’t care if they assented to her beliefs or not, she loved equally, and she cared for people equally.) Even the Catholic prayers that I had dismissed as being “vain repitition” are other centered. Their purpose is not just for the person praying, they are for the world at large. The Rosary is said for peace in the world, the Divine Mercy for duh, mercy for the world. Funny how I dissed those prayers and those praying them as being like the man that Jesus rebuked in the gospels (Jesus says that that man prayed with vain repititions, thinking that his many words will get him heard). Those prayers are said for the world! Of course the person praying has certain personal intentions, but *I* had never prayed a prayer that was focused, not on me and my needs, but on the world!
So what does any of this have to do with anything? Well, the weirdest thing happened to me the other day, and I’ve decided to blog about it because in a few days I will start to justify it, downplay it, etc. In other words, my cynical side will win, so I’m putting this down for posterity, so that I will have to deal with it.
My parish has perpetual adoration (if you don’t know what that is it’s when the host is exposed in a monstrance 24 hours a day, seven days a week, in a chapel where people can go and pray and meditate, etc before Jesus, who is present in the sacrament). I have been wanting to go there and pray for months, but it was never “convienient”. So, I finally went on Monday. I had downloaded the Divine Mercy chaplet onto my ipod so I could pray it when I went. I have prayed the Divine Mercy before, it’s my favorite prayer currently. I started the chaplet and sang along (in my head, there were other people in there!). I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. I began to cry ( I DO NOT CRY!!!). My mind was flooded with images of the poor and suffering in the world. Tears were streaming down my face as I also saw images of Christ on the cross. With every repitition of “For the sake of his sorrowful passion… have mercy on us, and on the whole world”, a new image of someone or some group of people came into my mind (I’m talking about vivid images, not just a thought about someone’s name. and these were not people I knew. I saw Muslim women, ragged and dirty children, I saw Mother Theresa surrounded by the poor and dying, etc). And with the “Eternal Father, I offer you the body and blood, soul and divinity, of your dearly beloved son, our Lord Jesus Christ. In atonement for our sins, and those of the whole world”, I was flooded with love and sadness at the same time. This is when images of Christ filled my mind, him, bleeding on the cross, in agony and yet in ecstasy because this act would bring all these other images peace. This act made possible the reconciliation of the world! The world! The knowledge that He would have mercy on me! But not just me, the whole world! I was completely shamed because *I* had nothing for these people. But I realized that praying this prayer would do something for them, that my asking God for mercy for them would bring them mercy!
This probably doesn’t sound all that weird to some people, but if you knew me…. I went back to the chapel two more times this week, prayed the same prayer, and nothing. No emotion, no images, no tears. It was just as before. Although I’m sure that Jesus accepts my prayer with or without the emotion. I’m already beginning to doubt the importance of this event, but with this writing I can’t deny that it happened. I don’t know why it happened, I don’t really know what it means, but I’ve never experienced anything like it before.