Prayer For The Week of April 13 — His Mercy Found MeOn Apr 13, 2015 Blog | Prayer Closet 2 Comments Tags: Mothering, Prayer, Suffering, Worship
Yesterday was Divine Mercy Sunday. Although I can’t live a day, a second, a fleeting moment without God’s mercy, there’s something so profound about setting aside a particular day to meditate on His mercy.
In yesterday’s homily, my priest brought out the root of the word mercy. It comes from the Latin: misericordia. Literally this means, “Misery of heart.”
Think about that for a moment. Mercy isn’t a warm fuzzy. It’s a sword in the side. It’s not so much a cozy sweater, as it is a gush of blood and water. It doesn’t so much whitewash our sins, as it does drown our apathy and compels us to our knees.
O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus as a fount of Mercy for us, I trust in You.*
In that moment of Jesus’ mercy, there was another, less tangible, but no less real sword. This one was piercing the merciful heart of Mary.
And the child’s father and mother were amazed at what was being said about him. Then Simeon blessed them and said to his mother Mary, ‘This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be opposed so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed—and a sword will pierce your own soul too.’ Luke 2:33-35
What does it mean to identify with God’s mercy? To be an instrument of mercy? Is mercy interchangeable with happiness (according the world’s definition of happiness)? Or does it mean willingly consenting to misery of heart? To consent to let that blood and water cleanse us and to offer ourselves as a victim to that Love?
“In order to live in one single act of perfect Love, I offer myself as a victim…to your merciful love, Asking You to consume me incessantly, allowing the waves of infinite tenderness shut up within You to overflow into my soul, and that thus I may become a martyr of Your Love, O my God!” (St. Therese’s Oblation of Love)
This week I will strive to set aside time to really meditate on His mercy, to appropriate it for myself, to live in it, to share it with others, to let it consume me.
You expired, Jesus, but the source of life gushed forth for souls and the ocean of mercy opened up for the whole world. O Fount of Life, unfathomable Divine Mercy, envelop the whole world and empty Yourself out Upon us.*
*From The Chaplet of Divine Mercy