Reflecting on Mt. 3: 13-17
Sometimes I find a word that seems to follow me around until I pay attention to it. For many years now that word for me has been “yield”.
Yield. It’s a word so full of grace that we need to just lean into it, just rest with it and let its mysterious comfort seep into us. What would it be like if we allowed ourselves to yield in our family relationships and, mercifully, allowed each of our flawed siblings and parents and children to just be themselves? The truth is, in a thousand ways unknown to us they have yielded in their desire to change us over the years too.
Jesus began his public ministry not by teaching or healing, but by yielding. He yielded to the chilly waters of the Jordan, though before the beginning of time he shaped the mountains whose snows would feed that river. He yielded to time and place and asked John to baptize him, though John was astonished that the sinless One would allow such an irony.
John had to yield too. He would have much preferred to be baptized by Jesus, but he “allowed” it, he yielded to it, because Jesus asked him to. He immediately received the graces from yielding, because then he witnessed the heavens opening and the announcement of Jesus as the Beloved Son of God.
Is there a chronic sadness or dis-ease in your life because you keep going over and over the mistakes you’ve made, or the injustices you’ve experienced, long ago? Aren’t you tired yet? Try giving up the struggle. Yield. And then watch peace flow like a river.
Have you experienced a recent grace from “yielding”?