Seventh Sunday in Ordinary Time – Cycle B
Reflecting on Mark 2:1-2
My friends Mary and Jim had been high school sweethearts, and they had kept their romance going through college while on opposite sides of the country. But for a short time during the spring of their sophomore year they were a mere ninety miles away from each other. And one night James Taylor showed up unexpectedly to give an impromptu concert to hundreds of astonished students in a little field on the Denver University campus.
That’s when the agony started, because Jim was right there and Mary was at college in Fort Collins. Jim had a front-row stump (there were no chairs in the field) watching James Taylor sing all the songs that he and Mary loved, and he spent the whole time longing for Mary to be there to share the experience with him. That’s the thing about love.
I think about that as I relish the love that those four friends had for the paralytic in today’s Gospel. Whatever it took, even carrying him across town and dropping him down through the roof, they were going to get their sick friend into the presence of Jesus. The Healer was there, and they couldn’t be happy until their friend was touched by him. That’s the thing about love.
At some point in our lives, someone brought us to Jesus. Perhaps it was our parents, who brought us to the doors of the church for baptism. Perhaps it was a friend, who said “Come and see.” Thanks be to God for their kindness, for now we too can say, “Oh, Jesus. How sweet it is to be loved by you.”
Who are the friends in your life who would carry you across town to meet Jesus?
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Thank you very much for all your reflections Kathy! This Gospel has always facinated me. It reminds me that sometimes we are the helper and other times we are the helpee. One of my prayers while praying and reflecting on this was that God make me humbly accept my turns at being the helpee. We certainly don’t get through this life alone and sometimes the helpers have to experience pain and struggle when they help. Peace! Sue Gomez
The image that came to mind was a battalion of little ants.
There’s a whole battalion of little ants that carried me to where I am to be with Jesus. Their tools? a smile, a nod, an invitation to a party, a tip on how to do things, a punishment, a correction, a forgiveness, an accommodation, a chocolate bar, a seat, a ride, a lecture, a disagreement, etc..etc…etc… – Cris