"A Tiny Whispering Sound"

This following is a homily written for a weekday Mass, given on June 13th, 2014.

 

A tiny whispering sound did the LORD make when Elijah wished for more than speech.  How strange; how cryptic.  This burdened prophecy bound the head of Elijah to the LORD, reaching deep into the store of trust and hope long cherished.

But this: this was the time to risk it all; to meet God Face to Face.  Elijah, as the psalmist sung of old, with heart and glance, and grace, he traced the likeness of God upon his soul.

Yet even Elijah could not dispatch the cloak of strife and hell that had, since Adam’s fall, become entrenched in his sons and daughters.   This sturdy oak of sin that hid the rays of God’s redeeming gaze was want to be uprooted by human ways. 

What axe, then, is sharp enough to fell this tree; what knife to rend the veil?

Mayhap it lies in shedding life or limb for Him Who fashioned and made the world at whim; or perchance it’s found giving up it all to follow a call that very likely will risk a fall.

I think though, friends, our answer lies much closer than we dare to look, for in this place, in each heart, our LORD wishes to write His life as in a book.  He sees our sins and faults and wounds; yet neither baulks nor swoons in loathing. 

 He speaks peace and love to us, His healing whisper gently calls, and all He asks is that this day we let Him take our wounds;

Let Him take them all.