Come to us Risen Lord
Come to us Risen Lord within the ordinariness
of our daily lives.
Come and work your miracle of celebratory love as at Cana in Galilee –
turning water into wine not wine into water!
Come to us Risen Lord within the busyness of our restless lives,
as on the Mount of the Beatitudes,
and get us to sit down and listen, to be nourished and guided by your Word
once we can clear our self-preoccupation out of the way.
Come to us Risen Lord and feed us with the Bread of Life that unites us with those first disciples: the 5000, strengthened for the rest of their journey,
physically and spiritually.
Come to us Risen Lord when we are tempted to give up on ourselves or others,
and remind us of your saving grace: healing the sick, raising the dead;
and widen our horizons of hope.
Come to us Risen Lord so that we may know You as the Bread of Life
as present to us now as to the Twelve who heard: This is my Body given for you ..
for the very first time.
May the golden rays of your holy presence
fan out into our lives and the broken life of our world
to bring your transforming power
into the very heart of our lives.
Seeing and Believing
Although we believe without seeing,
we rely on the faithful witness of those who saw and believed.
All this was recorded so that you might come to believe.
Let us not forget the importance of those early witnesses -
seeing, hearing, eating with the Lord,
and then seeking to share the unbelievable news:
through recounting the treasured words and actions of the Master.
May we always give thanks for them
that although we do not see, we can believe.
For we are part of the company
that will never see the empty tomb,
never hear directly the voice or touch the wounds,
whilst our feet are firmly on earthy ground.
But we believe that in the fulness of time, we shall see him as he is.
In the meantime we live by faith,
but we know in our deepest self the Lord is here, His Spirit is with us:
in the powerful proclamation of the Gospel,
in the faithful breaking of the bread,
in a word or action of someone we meet,
in the silence of waiting on God,
in the healing of old or new wounds of body or mind
in the facing of death.
Meanwhile, we rejoice in the treasured Beatitude
held out to us because of wavering Thomas.
Out of one man's doubt, countless faith has been embraced,
and Christ's blessing has been poured out on us:
Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have come to believe.
It is the first day of the week,
the Son has risen to never set,
and Alleluia is our endless song.
Detail from - Doubting Thomas by Caravaggio