read this reflection by Nouwen, and thought to myself, YES! this is beautiful. “The Word of God is not a word to apply in our daily lives at some later date; it is a word to heal us through, and in, our listening here and now.” i have found that the more i dive into scripture myself, the more i am able to learn more about Jesus, the way he works, and just his life in general. there’s so much to learn! hardest part, is getting started, and not just reading the words, but feeling the moments that Jesus faced and experienced, and realizing, hey, just maybe my friend, Jesus knows exactly what i’m feeling – he certainly has been through a lot. and endured so much more.
Discerning the Presence
The Gospels are filled with examples of God’s presence in the word. Personally, I am always touched by the story of Jesus in the synagogue of Nazareth. There he read from Isaiah:
The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
for he has anointed me
to bring good news to the afflicted.
He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives,
sight to the blind,
to let the oppressed go free,
to proclaim a year of favor from the Lord. (Luke 4:18-19)
After having read these words, Jesus said, “This text is being fulfilled today even while you are listening.” Suddenly, it becomes clear that the afflicted, the captives, the blind, and the oppressed are not people somewhere outside of the synagogue who, someday, will be liberated; they are the people who are listening. And it is in the listening that God becomes present and heals.
The Word of God is not a word to apply in our daily lives at some later date; it is a word to heal us through, and in, our listening here and now.
The questions therefore are: How does God come to me as I listen to the word? Where do I discern the healing hand of God touching me through the word? How are my sadness, my grief, and my mourning being transformed at this very moment? Do I sense the fire of God’s love purifying my heart and giving me new life? These questions lead me to the sacrament of the word, the sacred place of God’s real presence.
– Henri Nouwen, from With Burning Hearts (taken from A Maryknoll Book of Inspiration)