At Mass last Friday, the priest said that if we had truly encountered Jesus, we could not help but tell everyone we met about it. So that we could share our joy, and help others to experience the same.
We live in a culture where talking about Jesus is frowned upon. “Don’t push your religion on me, man.” In a culture where talking about atheism is encouraged because that is “freedom” from religion.
I search my soul, do I share the joy of my faith? I write about it here – but not really much. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, who knows me knows I am a Catholic Christian. If you walk into my house, the first thing you see is two icons, one of St. Michael the Archangel and the other the Theotokos and Christ Child. When you turn around, there is another, Theotokos, on the mantle. There is an entire book shelf full of books from my biblical studies. Sometimes people ask, and I am happy to share. But if they don’t ask? I don’t usually try to tell them.
In another homily, at another time, a less gifted deacon asked “If you were accused of being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?” I hope there is. I think there is.
But I really wonder, do I really show the joy of my encounter with Christ? Or do I drone on about being a Catholic? I was once accused of caring more about Catholicism than Jesus. That was hard to take. But it did cause me to think about it. I love my church, I admit it. But I also think I am the first person to notice when things in my church are out of whack. Because it should be the bride of Christ. Not the deity itself.
Just my thoughts on a Tuesday morning…..