Thursday, September 25, 2014

Go for a Walk


Stepping outside, the cold night air hits your face with a level of familiarity.  You see the outlines of a few others under the brightness of the clear night sky.  You begin walking without a word of greeting and the others follow.  You reach into your pocket and pull out a simple chorded string and begin reciting words that point to the reality of a loving God and in that remind yourself to be thankful.  You petition the heavens for an increase in virtue, that you can live a life filled with faith, hope, and love and in that a greater level of joy in being.  As your walk of faith continues, you recall and in some sense place yourself in another walk, a walk that ended in the defeat of death by death. 

Throughout an average week there are times that we are able to enter into leisure with loved ones and in that it is not unheard of that those who you find comfort in hurt you.  As you utter the words of love to our Mother you think back on those instances of your day where you felt rejected and point to the Man who, after being betrayed, continued forward in selfless love, not dwelling on the pain inflicted. 

In the distance you hear cars driving down the road but all you can see are the headlights.  You may start to wonder about the people driving by but the repetition draws you back in.  After the meditation of His agony and yours, you have the realization that something greater is coming but obstacles arise.  In the greater walk you place yourself as a spectator watching the whips come down on his back…this brings you to think about the lasting effects of this physical beating.  You may even question what effects could one find in you brought on by the abuse of others.  You look to the Man again and in His suffering He smiles for He is thinking of you.  This thought humbles you and you begin to thank the good God for the badges of courage that are your emotional scars, and you smile for you are thinking of Him.

The cold night air is beginning to make your face go numb but you have great comfort in the shuffle of the others’ feet on the pavement knowing that you are not alone.  You start to look back on how you portray yourself to others and the mocking that is sure to come if you are honest in who you are.  You look back at the Man and He is mocked and given a crown of pain because He is the King of kings.  A flame is lit in your heart as you gain a desire to be confident in every moment in who you were made to be, without a second thought of persecution.  Your walk begins to reflect pride in the one who made you. 

Your breathing becomes noticeable to you as you see the air in front of your face, your walk is coming near its final leg but as you return to the Man you realize His walk is seeming to just begin again as there is betrayal  and physical abuses.  They place a heavy beam on His back and He continues to walk towards more sacrifice.  In every moment they spit at Him and curse at Him but you can clearly see love present in His eyes.  He falls. You recall the many times we fall whether that be into sin or flat on our face and in either case the Man rises and continues to walk with His beam so we are called to do the same.  The flame in your heart is growing as you find the confidence to stand up after your own falling.  The Man reaches a hill and you know what is to come next. 

The Man gives Himself for you, that you may take this walk on this quiet night.  His head falls after hours of pain.  The flame that had begun earlier in your walk is now burning your heart with a desire to share with others about this Man.  This Man gave Himself completely and after this simple evening stroll, repeating words of honor to His Mother you long to give yourself fully, not on a cross but in daily conversion, in dying to our will for the good of others. 

You finish your walk with telling His Mother that you love Her and that you desire to obtain Her Son’s life within you by the simple act of meditating on the words of these simple prayers, and She in Her Motherly care does bring aid to you.
The rosary my dear friends carries much power.  Go for a walk.  Enter into His mystery.  He, and His Mother love you and are waiting for you. 



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