Wednesday, June 25, 2014

A holy puzzle

(The following is my column in this week's issue of the CBCP Monitor)  News coverage these days may not be as impartial and respectable as I would want it to be, but sometimes it is valuable for its power to send me down to my knees.  Absorbing the news from all media lengthens my to-pray-for list.   For instance, I’ve recently added Senator Bong and Senator Jinggoy to that list.  For all the Masses offered and prayers said on their behalf, on top of the loyalty of their followers, and their occasional expressions of faith in God, they are still finding it extremely difficult to accept their lot in this politicking world—to put up with suffocating heat in their quarters that are also rat-and-roach infested.  Of course, they are merely accused, so why subject them to such punishment?  Correct.  But, as believers in God that they claim to be, can they not rely on their faith to see their situation from a loftier point of view?

Guilty or innocent they have much to be grateful for: IF indeed they are plunderers, they deserve even worse—why should they be given anything the other prisoners are being deprived of?  They should be thankful that life is now offering them a chance to be actually in solidarity with the poorest of the poor—no aircon, no TV, no cell phone, no gadgets, et al.  They should be thankful they have food at all, sanitary toilets, and living quarters big enough for five poor families.  Perhaps after this experience they would feel more for the poor they have deprived of their rightful conveniences.  But IF they are innocent of the charges leveled against them, then, won’t even the memory of all the communion hosts they have taken stir in them an ineffable sense of gratitude for the undeserved persecution and deprivation because it means they are being granted the privilege to participate in our Lord Jesus’ suffering.  Wasn’t Jesus innocent when He was sent to die on the cross?
     The communion queues at our churches are unbelievably long.  I wonder how this helps us as a nation to transcend our mediocrity.  Our thoughts are shallow, our ambitions selfish, our level of contentment incredibly cheap and low; and we cannot seem to be that concerned about affairs outside of our puny fences.  China and the United States are deploying submarines in our waters and yet we care more about what happens to the teleserye characters.  A considerable percentage of our rural
areas have no clean drinking water and adequate electricity and yet our technocrats are aiming to send our own satellite in outer space.  We are supposedly looked up to as a faithful Catholic Christian nation in this part of the world and yet… (finish the sentence).
     At the risk of sounding simplistic, I dare say that there is something amiss about the way we regard the Body and Blood of Christ that we ingest at least weekly.  
     I have a confession to make.  As a writer and occasional speaker I find this “thing” about “eating my flesh and drinking my blood” as one of the hardest truths to convey to people.  When it comes to this beautiful and profound truth of the Body and Blood of Christ, people hunger in silence for explanations. Many of those I meet at retreats or seminars admit that while they may be taking communion regularly, and do believe that they are taking no less than the Body and Blood of Christ itself in the form of a wafer, they still want to put a handle to their beliefs, to have something solid to say, especially as non-believers chide them about Jesus making of them cannibals in a sense.
     A question on an article of faith is not something that can be answered like 2 + 2 = 4, but being virtually puzzled, they wish for answers that the mind can endorse.  They are not satisfied being reminded of the eminent Thomas Aquinas’ words—“For those with faith, no explanation is necessary. For those without, no explanation is possible”—particularly now when young people want absolute certainty and are battered from all sides by conflicting doctrines, individualism, and godless ideologies. 
     People commonly associate faith with miracles such as instant healing or desperate prayers granted, hardly aware that the most effective faith is trusting God so much each day that it makes us welcome our every problem as His way of showing us how He operates in our life.
Faith comes when an external fact pierces our heart of hearts and seizes us there; as the work of the Spirit it cannot be rushed, and so we pray to be patient toward the holy puzzles dwelling in our being, while we try to quietly love our doubts and questions themselves.
     If we only believed what faith in the Body and Blood of Christ can do in us and in our lives—we would crave that “little white host” each day, before we are consumed by anxieties over earning a living or living in style.  The Eucharist is not just us receiving His Body and Blood—it is also Him offering Himself to us.  If those half-hearted about the truth of Christ’s Body and Blood would just
stay long enough in the silence of their hunger, they will find the answers they are seeking.
     I’m not sure I’m making sense—or if my favorite Theology professor Fr. Jesus Merino would turn in his grave over my volubility—but it’s my truth I tell, and I tell it not to convince nonbelievers but to affirm those who do know what Christ’s Body and Blood is.  And that’s the truth.

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