Fourteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time - July 6, 2003 - Story/Homilies

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Fourteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time
July 6, 2003

Homily Code: AS-6

Ezekiel 2:2-5
2 Corinthians 12:7-10
Mark 6:1-6

Paul doesn't tell us what the "thorn in his flesh" was. But like all of us, he prayed very hard to be relieved of whatever it was that afflicted him. He was luckier than most of us; he got a direct answer. But the answer was very strange: "In weakness," God tells him, "my power reaches perfection." That doesn't make much sense.

Yet God is no stranger to weakness. The Lord's best efforts to win back Israel 's heart get nowhere. In the first reading he sends Ezekiel to them, apparently without thinking the prophet will accomplish much. In the gospel, God's own son falls flat on his face. Not only are his neighbors unimpressed with this guy they have known all his life, he can't even do a little razzle-dazzle healing for them.

We who follow Jesus remember the hour of his greatest weakness. Hanging on a cruel cross, he defeated even death---not only for himself but for all of us. Maybe Paul has a point after all. Jesus' power certainly reached perfection in weakness.

A woman once related this story about a cross-country trip after three days on the road.

As we neared the Mojave Desert , our final hurdle to our arrival in California , I realized the danger we faced and how vulnerable I was.

I'd heard every horror story-- radiators that boil dry, blow-outs, relentless sun that crisps fragile flesh, the sheer isolation of the long asphalt strip that winds its way through the rocky desolation. Hours with no bathroom, no water-- nothing. No help.

That frightened me the most. If we got into trouble, who would help us? How could I protect my children if the worst happened? They were dependent on me, and for the first time in my life I had nobody.

Noticing the Bible clutched in my hand, I realized I hadn't had time for that day's devotional. I began to read in Revelation chapter 12, the woman and the dragon. A scene of dramatic rescue as the child was snatched up to God and to his throne.

I read on: the woman fled into the desert to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of.

I sat up straight, my heart pounding, in a very real sense I was a woman in flight myself. Looking for a safe place, fleeing into the desert. The words were alive for me, as if I was hearing, not reading them.

In a twinkling the desert was no longer a sinister threat, but a haven to be embraced. In a short while, I, had settled for the night and was fast asleep.

My nerves were steady when the alarm went off. We got up, had breakfast, and loaded up. It would be a long day. I was grateful for the reassurance I'd received the night before. I wanted to believe the desert was somewhere I might "be taken care of." As I took deep breath and off we went.

We drove in the dark for a cool hour. Then the sun rose, full throttle. Not a cloud to be seen, or another car for that matter. I looked at the dash, checking the dials and gauges one more time. Temperature was holding okay, but my palms were getting a little sweaty.

I laid the back of my hand against the windshield. Hot already. Thank you lord for the air conditioning! Please, keep our little car going. Please take care of us" a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of.. I turned the words over again in my heart.

Almost subconsciously at first, I became aware that a shadow had fallen over the car. No matter the bends and curves in the road, the shadow bent and curved with us. The sky was perfectly blue and clear, except for this one little cloud whose shadow tracked our vehicle like a homing device.

After a couple of hours we stopped for gas. I could see the cloud, waiting like a patient friend. We resumed our journey, and the cloud shadowed us once again. We drove for another two hours under the cloud. I laughed out loud with delight at the one who was taking care of us.

As we drove back into civilization I realized the cloud had disappeared without my even realizing it. But it's presence remains with me always and reminds me of the time I was so weak, and God's love gave me power.

If only we could figure out how to find the power that lies within our weakness. Perhaps the key is to realize how totally we depend on God.

story from: Chicken Soup For The Christian Soul