A dear friend asked me last night why I’d stopped blogging. I honestly couldn’t answer her, so I guess it was a wake-up call…
As I reflect upon this week that straddled two different years, I noticed a disturbing pattern.
From the Faith Formation session I conducted for my choir…
to my answer to a friend asking how to rebut an atheist’s sharing of an anti-religious skit by George Carlin…
to my reply to that same friend remarking how she heard a priest at midday mass revealing that John the Baptist was the apostle with Mary at the foot of the Cross and one of the Evangelists…
my “output” in all three cases was detailed, theologically correct (to the best of my ability)…and clinical. Dry fact upon dry fact, with nary a drop of love mixed in.
That my Faith Formation session was on Agape a.k.a. Caritas a.k.a. Charity could be seen as supremely ironic, as was my quoting that famous “wedding reading” about love from 1 Corinthians, when just a few verses earlier was St. Paul’s stinging rebuke pointing right back at me:
If I have all the eloquence of men or of angels, but speak without love, I am simply a gong booming or a cymbal clashing. —1 Cor 13:1
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
Lord, you know I love you, yet your message of love is often lost in the way I bear witness to others. Help me soften my passion for your Word of Life with the understanding that only love can light the Way of Truth.
Jesus, reduce me to love. Amen.