We are born into this life tethered to Mystery. Our Creator always has us in His heart although we sometimes forget the love that created us. Held with compassion, nurtured with love, we grow in wonder and awe of the beauty of this world and the spiritual depths we can achieve. Whether we live a peaceful existence or are blown about by the winds of turmoil and deceit, we are all tethered to Mystery. When we are fraught with despair and our connection to God feels threadbare, we are tethered to Mystery. When we are joyful and bouncing on life like a kite in the wind, we are tethered to Mystery. When we are traveling through “meanwhiles” and our plans are put on hold, we are tethered to Mystery. When our questions seem to weigh down our spirits, we are tethered to Mystery. When we journey through the darkness groping for the light, we are tethered to Mystery. When our hearts ache for mercy and a tender touch, we are tethered to Mystery. When we face the unknown and accept all it offers, we are tethered to Mystery. When we can view strangers as friends and companions in life, we are tethered to Mystery. When we can appreciate the uniqueness of others and embrace their truth, we are tethered to Mystery. When we fully realize that we live within God and that God lives within us, we are tethered to Mystery. Tethered with Mystery. Amen. Amen.
Have you ever accidentally discovered a gift or talent within yourself that you were unaware of? I recently had this experience right here at St. Mary’s during the 9:00 AM Mass. Some folks are gifted with wisdom while others excel in hospitality or piety. Others are known for their patience and kindness. My gift is not included in this list, but I know that it is real. I have the ability to translate the language of angels! “Huh? Angels talk”? I bet you are thinking that right now! Oh yes, angels talk – sometimes in hushed voices, sometimes quite loudly. They also speak through their tears, their imaginations and their constant activity. Just last week at Mass, a three year old was heard saying, “Grandma don’t pray now, Wake up!” I couldn’t help but laugh and wonder what he was really saying? I translate this “angel talk” like this. Grandma, I know that we are in God’s house and I also know that you like to talk to God, probably about me. But I need you to look at me now. Did you forget that when you see me, you see the face of God? Shortly after the homily, two young siblings were playing a few pews ahead of me. They were very quiet but their constant movement back and forth and over each other began to create a song of joy within me and the lyrics I heard became a prayer: Dear God, I long to have the inner freedom and confidence of these children. They are so aware of Your love for them that they can dance before You in this sacred space. Help me to be more child-like. I believe that this newly discovered gift of mine is truly a blessing! Whenever I see one of these angels skipping, running, crying or laughing, I have to pause and smile. And as I listen for their message, I hear... “We are all God’s children!” Perhaps you may want to ask God to give you the ability to translate the language of angels, also. -Pat Dorsi