Wednesday, March 23

Today is the eve of Oscar Romero's murder.  The first reading is so fitting.  "The Lord God has given me a well-trained tongue, That I might know how to speak to the weary a word that will rouse them. . . . I have set my face like flint, knowing that I shall not be put to shame. . . . See, the Lord God is my help, who will prove me wrong?"

In both yesterday's and today's Gospel, we hear accounts from John and Matthew of the betrayal of Jesus.  I cannot help but think of Blessed Romero and our actions (or lack there of) toward the poor and the oppressed.  How many times have we looked the other way and refused to acknowledge the wrongs in our world?  Surely it is not I?  Surely there is really nothing I can do?   

Jesus so wants to enter into our hearts and celebrate the Paschal feast with us, but we have to be willing to enter into his suffering and death.  Where am I being called today to suffer for the sake of those who know only suffering? How can I not look the other way?  

MOM