The River

IMG_0640This winter the river was not yet frozen over by mid-December. Today as we celebrate the baptism of Jesus,  flowing waters of grace are on my mind. We read in the  The Gospel of Luke that John was baptizing people with water, but one who is more powerful was coming. Jesus would baptize people with the Holy Spirit and fire. When Jesus is baptized,  he prays, the heavens open, and the Holy Spirit descends upon him in the form of a dove. A voice from heaven is heard saying, “You are my Son, the Beloved; with you I am well pleased.”

Through our baptism, we are all named priest, prophet, and king. With these roles come a certain responsibility. Last night at the federal prison after we had celebrated mass, I had the opportunity to talk  with an inmate who took the role of prophet seriously. I had not seen him in over a year. It turns out  that he has begun to evangelize his peers, as well as some of the staff. This behavior led him to being beat up by some of the other inmates  and hospitalized for a brief time. Between my illness and his situation our paths had not crossed. I listened to him tell his story about what had been going on with him in the months that I had not seen him and then he asked how I was.   I told him about my illness and he expressed concern for me. At one point, he looked at the clock and said that in the five minutes that were left that he would like to pray for me. I agreed.

I believe that Grace appears when it should, unexpectedly and just at the right moment. Sometimes the grace-bearer is not what  we envision. God can have a great sense of humor. There I was in the prison chapel  being ministered to instead of being the one ministering. The inmate apologize to me that he could not lay hands on me because he knew that physical contact is frowned upon and so he bowed his head  and expressed a beautiful prayer for my healing. I was deeply moved by his prayer and his compassion. I believe that God was well pleased with his son last night.  Keep an eye out for the Grace that flows from Living Waters. You just never know when or how it will appear.

Peace,

Suzanne

Reflection Questions

How seriously do you take the roles given to you by your baptism of priest, prophet, and king?

How has Grace appeared to you in the past?

Prayer

Mat the Grace  that flows from Living Waters pour out over us and bless us in our roles as priest, prophet, and King.  May we be open to the graces that You wish us to receive,  no matter how unexpectedly they arrive and no matter who delivers them. Amen.

 

About sstyves

A Canadian prairie girl rooted in Ignatian spirituality, I seek God in all things. Whether I catch a glimpse of the Divine and delight in its presence in nature or in the beauty of an encounter with someone, I am ever so grateful that I can recognize the Creator. I greet each new day with hope and happiness, expecting blessings and miracles because I am created to praise, love and serve God. This blog is one way of realizing that through my writings, prayers, and photography. To God be the Glory!
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2 Responses to The River

  1. Karen Wheadon says:

    My bedtime story tonight Suzanne. It was beautiful. You went to minister and was ministered yourself….how beautiful is that:)

    Off to Mae Hong Son tomorrow, 7 hr mini bus ride to a more rural mountainous area. Enjoyed the city of Chiang Mai, would highly recommend as part of visit to Thailand. Highlights were a day with the elephants, a day tour to national park for trekking in cloud forest, city walks visiting many temples, evening Thai cooking class. Hope to post some pics soon. All is well.

    Love, Karen

    Sent from my iPad

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