News came today that former prime minister of Great Britain, Margaret Thatcher, has died. She has quite a story of a life that was lived with an abundance of joyful and sorrowful mysteries! It is said that “she put the GREAT in Great Britain.” She was the first woman ever to serve as prime minister of Great Britain. One item that caught my interest was that she had twins – Carol and Mark- who have interesting unfolding stories as well.
This item touched me because I am a twin. I know there are fraternal and identical – and some other combinations too. But I don’t claim to know much more genetically than that since I just live it out and not study this part of my life. I do know that my sister and I have “intuitions” about each other. Sometimes we call each other at the same time because we “sensed” something and that there seemed to be a “disturbance in the force” between us and that maybe one of us was feeling sick or dealing with a particular event! One time we met and brought each other surprise gifts. I opened my gifts first – she brought me gourmet coffee, a couple of great candles of my favorite scent, and some homemade dish cloths. When she opened my surprise bag she found a bag of her favorite gourmet coffee, a couple of her favorite candles, and some hand towels!! What can I say?
This past Sunday the Gospel reading was from John 20:19-34, the story of Thomas who seemed to be missing at the first appearance of Jesus in the upper room. Thomas is known as “Doubting Thomas” but it is also stated that he is called the Twin. I wondered if he had a twin sister like me? Some commentaries I have read over the years have said that possibly he was called “twin” because he was similar in looks to Jesus. Other reflections stated that WE are the TWIN! We, like Thomas, have times in which we ask for a sign, need more evidence before we believe something, or walk around with doubts – Jesus was so attentive to the way in which Thomas needed to move into a deepening of his faith. “Then he focused his attention on Thomas. ‘Take your finger and examine my hands. Take your hand and stick it in my side. Don’t be unbelieving. Believe.'”
As I pondered in my prayer today – I wondered - what if Jesus were standing in front of me and he tenderly and compassionately desired to place his fingers in my wounds? Where are those unseen, secret and sacred places within me that only God knows that are awaiting a healing touch? What wounding am I aware of in myself that are the sorrowful mysteries of my own life? How would I come to forgiveness of myself, of others, and of creation? How would I come to a deepening of my own faith, love, and hope?
Where do we need to invite Jesus to touch the wounds of humanity? Let us together ask Jesus to touch with healing, mercy, and peace those areas where there are conflicts, abuse, hunger, poverty, injustice, suffering for those who are marginalized in our governments, church, or systems? I know there is a litany with much more that I could name.
So let us pray: Holy Darkness, God of Mystery that creates in and through us, help us not to resist the darkness. Help us to trust in you precisely in those moments when we are confused or uncertain or do not understand. Heal us of our trepidation in the face of the unknown, and help us to yield to the creative process that at this very moment is at work in the inner darkness, in the unseen, secret places that only you know. Like dark energy, may your Spirit expand my being so that I become more of who you desire me to be – free, capable of loving and being loved. Amen. (From Radical Amazement by Judy Cannato)
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