I am an historian, I am not a
believer, but I must confess as a historian that this penniless preacher from
Nazareth is irrevocably the very center of history. Jesus Christ is easily the
most dominant figure in all history.--H.G. Wells: (1866 –1946: was a prolific
English writer in many genres, including the novel, history, politics, and
social commentary)
Gospel
Text: (MK 12:18-27)
Some Sadducees, who say there is no
resurrection,
came to Jesus and put this question to
him, saying,
“Teacher, Moses wrote for us,
If someone’s brother dies, leaving
a wife but no child,
his brother must take the wife
and raise up descendants for his
brother.
Now there were seven brothers.
The first married a woman and died,
leaving no descendants.
So the second brother married her and
died, leaving no descendants,
and the third likewise.
And the seven left no descendants.
Last of all the woman also died.
At the resurrection when they arise
whose wife will she be?
For all seven had been married to
her.”
Jesus said to them, “Are you not
misled
because you do not know the Scriptures
or the power of God?
When they rise from the dead,
they neither marry nor are given in
marriage,
but they are like the angels in
heaven.
As for the dead being raised,
have you not read in the Book of
Moses,
in the passage about the bush, how God
told him,
I am the God of Abraham, the God of
Isaac,
and the God of Jacob?
He is not God of the dead but of the
living.
You are greatly misled.”
St. Mark’s Gospel today ends with the
great affirmation that God is the God of the living. How important is this concept
for us to remember when attempting to bring greater dignity to our brothers and
sisters here on earth. God is not one who waits for us to just survive this
life, but rather God is actively prodding us to build God’s kingdom each day.
This daily grind takes work in a world where caring for others is counter
cultural.
There is a poem written by Sr. Peggy
O'Neill, S.C, which I believe captures this idea of building God’s Kingdom here
and now. I will conclude this reflection with it.
Hurry Sacred Spirit!
Come with your
raging fire
Shape our rage
So that our words burn and transform
Blow us with a mighty wind
So that we walk far enough
Birth in us questions that clash with
systems that bind
Shatter stones that entomb: violence,
hunger, illiteracy
Stones that keep people apart
Gift us with the Truth that defies
lies that hang mist-like over our worlds.
Yes hurry, Oh Movement of God,- prod,
push, convince, convert.
Seep into our souls
So that we are one
and
Need not fear.
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