It is not lost on me that I was called to the desert and to be a part of the community of St. John the Baptist Catholic Church.
John was the precursor to Our Lord. He lived in the desert and lived on wild honey and locusts.
It was John that leapt in his mother's womb at the sound of Mary's greeting. It was John the baptized Our Lord.
In the Responsorial Psalm we hear:
Truly you have formed my inmost being;
you knit me in my mother's womb.
Reading that response I was reminded that I am re-weaving my life. But it was Our God that weaved me in my mother's womb!
In the Gospel according to Luke we hear these words:
When they came on the eighth day to circumcise the child, they were going to call him Zechariah after his father, but his mother said in reply, "No, He will be called John." But they answered her, "There is no one among your relatives who has this name." So they made signs asking his father what he wished him to be called. He asked for a tablet and wrote, "John is his name," and all were amazed.
Not that I think that I am as great as John the Baptist, but I too was not named for a relative. St. John the Baptist and I have many things in common. He cried out in the desert and God heard him. I can only hope that Our Lord still has His ear turned to the desert.
Lord,
I am sitting on the banks of the Colorado River. The River Jordan is far away. I too am sitting in the desert as John did. When he heard Your call he answered with his whole heart and gave his life. Help me to hear Your call for me. Help me to have the strength to give you my whole heart and my life for You if that is Your Will.
O Lord, you have probed me, you know me:
you know when I sit and when I stand;
You understand my thoughts from afar.
My journeys and my rest you scrutinize,
with all my ways you are familiar.
Psalm 139
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