January 14, 2017
"Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do.
I did not come to call the righteous but sinners." (From today's Gospel)
I sin often no matter how hard I try not to. I often fall, and hate the fact that even with the graces God gives me each day I can't stop sinning... but neither God can't stop forgiving me.
And because I am a constant sinner, I am in constant need of his mercy.
I came to know Jesus through my sins, it wasn't through a miracle that I came to know him, nor a supernatural event, neither word of mouth. I came to know him personally through the kind of sins that leave a mark, the type of sins that shame won't allow to be confessed.
Like words written on the sand, that at the touch of a dying wave disappear as the water reaches the shore, my sins were erased through the healing sacrament of confession. My sand lost the scribbles which kept me focused on the sand, looking down in remorse. And once there was nothing to look at anymore on the sand, I saw the sunset for the first time. I might have missed the daylight, but the sunset was worth it.
I heard in first grade the sun is the biggest star, powerful and bright, and now as a man it is intriguing to think that this star in its power and might dies for us at the end of the day, it comes so near us. From its throne on the clouds, and the heat of its might it comes down and dims its light a little bit so that we can see it and consume it with our eyes. It dies staining the ocean with its light, till next day when it rises again for heathens and saints.
We the sinners have the better sunset, because we know is not about the darkness it leaves behind, but the light that survives within at night, burning loud till the morning. A sunset coming down for us, only for us, made for us with the same patience he makes the mornings.
We sinners have the better sunsets. In a world of red flags screaming out loud our flaws and the stories of our wounded pasts, it takes a single phrase: "your sins are forgiven" and thus the sun sets for us, only for us, the same sun, on the same sea of our virtues and vices.
We the tax collectors, we the prostitutes, we the sinners. There is no real apostle who cannot testify to God's mercy through the forgiveness of their sins. There is no real follower of Christ who has not experienced the redemption and the healing, the transformation and the challenge of realizing how little we are, how much we need him and how far we need to walk in order to proclaim the good news.
So no one can say we can't be saints here or there, because in the south and in the north we would see the same sunset, and through the perfecting grace of our faith once we have encountered his love, is that we find strenght to keep walking. Thus "the greater the sinner, the greater his mercy" become the motto of our lives.
How much more mercy can we take? How much more mercy can you give Lord, before another sunset?
As many as we need Lord, as many as we need to be the saints you call us to be, may your name be praised forever, our Father.
Sacred Heart of Jesus,
be our greatest desire!
* I have been all things unholy. If God work through me, He can work through anyone" -St. Francis of Assisi-