Ten years ago this week, I was in Rome. Pope St. John
Paul II had died and I had the chance to be in St. Peter’s Square and attend
his funeral—yes, I can say that I have definitely attended the funeral of a
saint! As I attended his funeral, I couldn’t help but recall that this same
Pope had died on the vigil of the very solemnity he had extended to the entire
Church: this solemnity of Divine Mercy Sunday. At his funeral, I recalled how, in that same St. Peter’s Square, in the very year of
my birth, the future saint was shot. I remembered how, at the first chance he had, he forgave that
man who had shot him.
I remember Pope St. John Paul II and remember a man of mercy.
Lost in the Church of Mercy
Before I attended Pope John Paul’s funeral, there was a
time that I had never been to St. Peter’s. I was a graduate student studying
abroad with seven others from Franciscan University. On one of our first
afternoons in Rome, we decided to go to St. Peter’s and attend the 5pm Mass.
While we were walking to the Basilica, I became distracted
by something beautiful—because, you know, Rome—and I didn’t tell the group and
they too were looking at everything beautiful… And, well, in the blink of an
eye, I had lost my friends. Lost in the crowd. Lost down a random—beautiful,
but random—street in Rome.
And I didn't have a map.
So I’m lost. And so are my friends. And I don’t know if
they are looking for me. And if they are looking for me—oh, I am so sorry if they
are looking for me! Because I’m the one who got lost. And if they are looking
for me, then they aren’t going to make it to Holy Mass on time. And …
So you see how my thoughts went. I felt pretty bad about
this.
I eventually found my way to St. Peter’s. And when I
arrived, there was one thing on my mind: find my friends. I wasn’t looking at
the beautiful, 17th Century, Bernini colonnade—those two motherly
arms reaching out to receive her lost sons and daughters. No. Nor did I notice
the well-known façade of St. Peter’s. When I entered into the basilica, I didn’t
notice the Pieta—that this-is-the-quintessential-Roman-sculpture of
Michelangelo depicting the Mother of Mercy, Mary, holding her Son after His
Crucifixion. No, I totally blew past that.
I didn’t notice the beautiful ceiling or the beautiful
baldacchino. I didn’t pay attention to the Chair of St. Peter or the stained-glass
window of the Holy Spirit above it. No, all that I was looking for was what I
had lost.
I sat down in a pew at the back chapel of the basilica
and went to Holy Mass. I hope they made it, I prayed. I hope they forgive me. I
hope we find each other soon…
And then,… they found me. It was the end of Mass. They
found me at Holy Communion as I went up to receive. And they came over to me. They
were happy to see me. “Isn’t this wonderful,” they were saying, “we’re in Rome!”
The only thing on my mind was to say that I was sorry.
And they looked at me with mercy. “It’s ok,” one of them
said, “we’re all here.”
At that point, I looked. I finally looked around me. And
I saw the beauty of the basilica. It was like I had been blindfolded and placed
by the high altar—only now the blindfold was lifted and I saw the glory around
me for the first time. I saw the gold and the light and the angels and ... Within me, there was something that said "This is what Mercy looks like." I wasn't just seeing the basilica as though mercy looked like this; I was seeing the inner reality of mercy in all its light and beauty.
Mercy is beautiful.
And, wonderfully, the mercy of others opened me up to see not only the beauty of mercy, but also the beauty of life around me too. Once forgiven, I could appreciate the beauty around me-- the beauty of the basilica and the beauty of the God that dwells therein. The beautiful, merciful God.
Mercy is amazing like that.
Mercy is beautiful.
And, wonderfully, the mercy of others opened me up to see not only the beauty of mercy, but also the beauty of life around me too. Once forgiven, I could appreciate the beauty around me-- the beauty of the basilica and the beauty of the God that dwells therein. The beautiful, merciful God.
Mercy is amazing like that.
How many times I have received the mercy of God through
others! Countless times from my mom. Or my college professor who was more than
generous with letting me turn in a paper well past its due date. Or the priest—that
priest who heard everything horrible and dark in my life and who nevertheless comforted
me, telling me it was going to be ok and that I wasn’t lost anymore, but that I
was found! I go back to that first-in-a-long-time confession and remember those
words: “I absolve you.” I look back on that moment in gratitude, knowing that
it’s all forgiven.
Yes, I have seen the face of mercy!
This was the dilemma of Thomas: he hadn't see the face of mercy. Thomas was lost in doubt.
Thomas had not yet had an encounter with mercy. “Unless I [touch Him],” he
says, “I will not believe.”
These are the words of our culture. Our culture longs to
touch and to see God. And until it does, it will never believe.
Jesus comes and allows Thomas to touch—to touch the very
side where the lance had pierced the Sacred Heart. Thomas touches the very font
of mercy. We see the image of Divine Mercy—Thomas placed his hand there.
As a result, Thomas was no longer lost in doubt, but
washed in mercy. It was by the mercy of God that Thomas came to believe!
So too, it will be by the mercy of God that our culture
will come to believe! It will be by the mercy of God that our fallen away
brothers and sisters will return to the faith! It will be by the mercy of God
that all of us will find ourselves standing in the great, heavenly Jerusalem,
standing with our friends and family who rejoice with us that we are no longer
lost, but found!
"Isn't this wonderful, we're in heaven ...."
"Isn't this wonderful, we're in heaven ...."
The Face of Mercy
Just yesterday, Pope Francis decreed a Jubilee Year—a Year
of Mercy. The document that he wrote
to declare this Jubilee Year (found here)
is entitled “Misericordiae Vultus”—the Face of Mercy.
Isn’t that beautiful? The face of mercy! To think: mercy
has a face! Mercy is personal! Mercy… looks upon us and says, “Come, Thomas.
Come and touch my side. Do not be unbelieving, but believe!” It’s like Jesus is
answering Andrew again when Andrew says, “Master, where are you staying?” and
Jesus says, “Come and see!” Come and see the face of mercy!
Have you seen the face of mercy? Have you looked upon it?
He may have come to you as my friends did in Rome, or
through Pope St. John Paul II, or through my mom, or my college professor, or
the priest in the confessional.
I hope all of us have seen the face of mercy—because it
is beautiful.
And I believe because of it.
And I believe because of it.
You are My
Witnesses
I realize that once Thomas touched mercy, once Thomas
knew what mercy was and he believed, Thomas would have to be the first to be merciful. He
could not just be a beneficiary of mercy; he would have to be a witness of mercy too.
It is not enough, brothers and sisters, to simply go to
confession today and say that we’re ok now. No, if we have seen the face of
mercy, we too must take on His very serene and kindly countenance. You must
become a witness of mercy. Your face must reveal mercy!
We must be the last ones to gossip and the first to
forgive. We must be the last ones to judge and the first to welcome. We must be
the last ones to point out where people are going wrong and the first to point
out where there is so much more! We must humbly welcome, put on smiles instead of sullen faces-- the joy of mercy!-- and tell anyone who is lost, "It's going to be ok. We're all here!"
If the world doubts the faith, it is likely because it
hasn’t seen the face of mercy. Have mercy on us, O Lord, if we have been the ones responsible for that!
The Year of Mercy
The Year of Mercy
The Jubilee Year of Mercy will begin on December 8th and will continue until the feast of Christ the King in November
of 2016. A Jubilee Year is not an ordinary thing—the last Jubilee took place at the
millennium. It is a time of special grace, of prayer, of reconciliation, of
pilgrimage, and of contemplation.
Let us take a few moments during this Easter Season to
read the document that the Pope has written.
Let us reflect on how the Lord has been merciful to us
and the times that others have extended mercy to us and to others.
Let us then reflect on whether we have been merciful.
Let us seek the Lord’s mercy—especially in confession.
Let us pray that we might be more merciful to others.
And let us pray for those who do not know God’s mercy or
the mercy of others—let us pray for those who doubt whether mercy is real...
May today be the day that we all touch—and look upon the Face
of Mercy!
The entry from my blog after the experience of mercy at St. Peter's.
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