THE LITURGICAL YEAR

Sermons, hymns, meditations and other musings to guide our annual pilgrim's progress through the liturgical year.

Sunday, May 15, 2022

DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK

A SERMON FOR THE 4TH SUNDAY AFTER EASTER


How often do we contemplate the future with apprehension and sorrow?  We fear the inevitable: losing loved ones to sickness and death, growing old and infirm ourselves, the pains of death and that terrible day of judgment that follows when our eternal destiny will be determined forever.  These are all things that we may legitimately fear.  We shouldn’t wallow in our anxiety though.  Instead, we should place our worries at the feet of our divine Saviour.  After all, he understands what makes us tick, he is not only the Creator of human nature, he actually shared that human nature with us for thirty-three years.  If you don’t think he feared death, remember his Agony in the Garden…

Our Lord’s Apostles were no different either.  They were men like the rest of us, with their own share of worries and anxiety.  In today’s Gospel, their greatest fear was that they were about to lose their Master.  His 33 years were coming to an end, and he had told them that after a little while they would not see him.  That little while was fast moving towards our Lord’s Ascension and they knew they were on the verge of living the rest of their lives without him.  But instead of simply asking him “Whither goest thou?” they kept their fears to themselves.  Our Lord, being the all-knowing God that he was, was already quite aware of what they were suffering, and so he gently prompts them to express their fears to him, “I go my way to him that sent me: and none of you asketh me, Whither goest thou?  But because I have said these things unto you, sorrow hath filled your heart.”

When those terrible worries first stir in our minds, often in the middle of the night when we can’t sleep and there is nothing around to distract us, we must ask our Lord all those questions about the future of ourselves and our loved ones that we dare not speak.  We must ask him, When will it happen?  How will it happen?  Will I be able to endure it?  And why must it happen?  And he will answer us.  Or rather, he will gently remind us of what we know already, and what we’re not supposed to know.  We know that, barring accidents, we’ll get old and sick.  And no matter when it comes, death will surely claim us eventually.  Why?  Because it is our path to heaven.  We will lose our loved ones the same way because that is their path to heaven.  As for our eternal reward or punishment, yes our judgment is inevitable, but the verdict is not.  That is in the hands of the merciful Saviour to whom we express our heavy worries.  And his answer to this prayer is to remind us that it’s also up to us.  We will not be judged unfairly.  The God who is infinitely just and yet infinitely merciful will base his judgment on our own efforts to know, love and serve him.  When he answers those whispered prayers, we need not fear what he will tell us.  He will simply tell us to renew our efforts, and try our very hardest to be the perfect creatures he wants us to be.  On those efforts we will be judged, and if our efforts are the best we can manage, we will be given the graces to save our souls.

These are all simple truths I tell you today.  But they are great truths.  It’s not just a question of resigning ourselves to these great truths by placing all our fears in God’s hands.  It’s actually our source of comfort to know these truths.  For if we manage to stay out of trouble and preserve our souls in that most beautiful state of grace that God is so eager to give us, we will find such peace and serenity unlike any other, that peace that the world cannot give.  We will find the strength to stop cowering in the face of an uncertain future, and actually grow in the realization that no matter how bad it gets, it’s worth it in the end.  “Whither goest thou, o Lord?”  “I go to my Father.”  And whither go we?  We also go to our Father.  And like our Lord, it is expedient that we go.


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