\u201cThe Lord GOD has given me a well-trained tongue, As I was reading before the assembly, a thought flashed across my mind, thinking of all of those unfamiliar faces who, this Sunday, were packing even the lobby area in our church. \u00a0Many of them were perhaps weary, coming to Mass for the first time in months, even years, caught by exhausting workweeks and difficult family situations, possibly carrying on their backs an ever-growing ancient thirst, an old hunger, which they could barely call by name anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n Perhaps they came inspired by sleepy memories from their childhoods long ago and far away, going to Mass with their siblings, all in their Sunday best, holding their palms, being sprinkled with holy water, singing the songs, visiting Grandma and their cousins after church.<\/span><\/p>\n Many of these unfamiliar faces might be hoping, wholeheartedly, to find this Holy Week at least some spiritual rest and nourishment in this beautifully blessed parochial oasis. Many possibly come moved by the desire to fulfill their annual obligation, and then continue their arduous journey, knowing that they were well fed and taken care of. How can we help them never forget that the living waters that flow at the center of our parish community are available to them every week, every day?<\/span><\/p>\n I kept proclaiming the first reading, and another instant thought came to me, this time about my ministry as a Lector:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMorning after morning he wakens my ear to hear as disciples do; My ear was indeed being awakened. \u00a0I was hearing, with the rest of the community, \u201cas Just like my brothers and sisters in the pews, I also bring with me ancient memories about many Palm Sundays, Good Fridays, Easter celebrations, with family and friends. \u00a0They build and sustain my identity as a Catholic Christian. As a father and as a minister, I now help my children, and the many other children participating in our parish life, build up their own memories.<\/span><\/p>\n As I continued reading, the text referred more explicitly to the Suffering Servant:<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI have not rebelled, Our Lord knows what it means to be weary, hungry and thirsty, like all of us do. Perhaps during his Passion He had flashbacks of his childhood, Mary and Joseph, going to the Temple, hearing stories about their time away in Egypt, his neighborhood friends, his teen years. \u00a0Perhaps he contemplated how it all led Him to the fulfillment of His mission. He followed our steps so that we may follow His. He became one of us so that we become one with Him. He traveled the road before us, and we\u2014as His disciples\u2014are to listen to His voice, wake up, arise, and follow Him.<\/span><\/p>\n Ah, but the Word that awakens us is a double-edged sword that cuts deep into our hearts. \u00a0There is no listening, no rising and following him, without letting his Word uncover everything that leads us away from His ways. \u00a0There is no discipleship without our saying <\/span>Yes!<\/span><\/i> to His call to root out, with hope and the aid of His grace, anything that might lead each of us away from His love.<\/span><\/p>\n “He who has dipped his hand into the dish with me is the one who will betray me,\u201d declares Jesus in today\u2019s Gospel. \u00a0Before sharing table, let us prepare ourselves for His mercy. Let us listen, repent, and abandon our evil ways. Let us be prepared to share table with Him.<\/span><\/p>\n Manuel Aliaga<\/strong> teaches History of Latino Catholics in the Church<\/em> for Saint Joseph’s College Online Theology<\/a> program.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cMorning after morning he wakens my ear to hear as disciples do.\u201d -Manuel Aliaga I serve as a Lector in my parish, which has a large immigrant population. \u00a0A couple of days ago\u2014Palm Sunday\u2014at the Spanish noon Mass, I was … Continue reading
\n<\/span><\/i>that I might know how to answer the weary,
\n<\/span><\/i>a word that will waken them.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/i>the Lord GOD opened my ear;
\n<\/span><\/i>I did not refuse, did not turn away.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/blogs.sjcme.edu\/theology\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/10\/2019\/04\/jesus-reads-in-synagogue1_edited-300x267.jpg\")
disciples do\u201d. \u00a0I was reading and I was listening to the proclamation of the book of Isaiah\u2014who speaks about the Suffering Servant\u2014together with my suffering brothers and sisters, familiar and unfamiliar. \u00a0I was there with the weary, the thirsty, and the hungry, as one more among them, aware of my own need for sustenance. And we were all being fed by the reading\u2019s beautiful images.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/i>have not turned back.
\nI gave my back to those who beat me,<\/span><\/i>
\n<\/i>my cheeks to those who plucked my beard;
\n<\/span><\/i>My face I did not shield
\n<\/span><\/i>from buffets and spitting.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n