Watering the grass … Tuesday, April 2

A Rosary Meditation … The Second Sorrowful Mystery, the Scourging at the Pillar. “For all flesh is as grass; and all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass is withered, and the flower thereof is fallen away.” 1 Peter 1:24. Flesh, our physical body, IS like grass, isn’t it? It’s glory passes, it withers and wrinkles, and the flower, the beauty, passes. It wasn’t meant to be like this originally. This withering, this lack of lasting bloom, is the result of sin. The body of Jesus went through all of this, but not as the result of His sin. His withering was because of our sin. When a thing withers it shrinks in on itself, it retreats from the world around it. Would a body wither, retreat, if it was being beaten? If you remove the water from a plant, take its moisture away, it withers. If you remove the blood from a body it does the same. None of us can imagine the pain, the loss both physical and emotional, attached to the scourging of Christ. But we need to try. Put yourself in His place. He put Himself in yours.

Peter Paul Rubens, Flagellation of Christ, Ant...

Peter Paul Rubens, Flagellation of Christ, Antwerp, Church of St. Paul. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today … St. Mary of Egypt. A hermitess, living in the desert for 47 years, doing penance and suffering great temptations of the flesh. You’d think that being out there in the desert, all alone, no one to bother you with worldly distractions, that temptations would be few and sainthood nearly guaranteed. If that were true, if it was as easy as that, and the word got out there probably wouldn’t be enough desert to go around. But St. Mary of Egypt knew better from personal experience. We carry the source of our temptations, many of them anyway, with us. To the desert, to the forest glen, to the seaside, it doesn’t matter. When you get to where you’re going, when you escape from the world, you’re always there to meet you. And the body can cause the soul to wither just as surely as the whip can make the body wither. Sin is a cruel taskmaster, and temptation the crack of the whip. But just as moisture keeps the grass from withering, so does moisture keep the soul alive. And living for 47 years in the desert as she did I’m sure our saint knew this. “Jesus stood and cried, saying: If any man thirst, let him come to me, and drink.” John 7:37b.

Quote … “Faith is to believe what we do not see; and the reward of this faith is to see what we believe.” ~ St. Augustine ~


Grasses (Photo credit: Matt Ohia)