Good News Flash #1!

Did you know we have daily Scripture Reflections on our website?

Those who read these reflections have the opportunity to write comments and sometimes we have priests who come on and give a teaching on the Scripture. It is amazing!

Here is a teaching from Father Michael J. for the Reflection from Friday of the Third Week of Lent, Friday March 28, 2025. (Click this link for full context)

Context:

Responsorial Psalm

 Psalm 81:6c-8a, 8bc-9, 10-11ab, 14 and 17 

REFLECTION:

How can we hear the voice of our Lord if His language is silence? I imagine what our conversation might be like with me on a swing.

Lord, are You even there?

The breeze gently tousles my hair.

How can I understand You if I can’t hear a word You say?

A butterfly lands on my nose. 

Why do You make me experience momentary blindness from time to time? You know how frightening it is when I can’t see, especially in the middle of something.

A memory flashes back: I am crossing the road, the green pedestrian light flashing, signaling that it is safe. Then, a flash of bright white light, and the next moment, a car screeches to a halt just inches from my leg. The driver, a woman, runs the red light, her face filled with shock and confusion as she stops just in time. 

Why do You leave me alone, Lord?

Another memory floods in: I am walking alone to church, pausing for some inexplicable reason, forgetting a mystery of the rosary just a few meters from the corner. Then, a ute topples over at the traffic lights—the very spot where I would have been standing. Barrels of oil spill across the pavement.

Another flashback: I wander into a street in Hong Kong, looking for a net café. I think it is safe, as there is a security guard at the desk. The sign directs me upstairs, and when I open the elevator, I find the floor pitch-black with flickering blue lights. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and instinctively, I hide behind the switchboard, closing the door to make it seem like no one is inside. I walk out to see the security guard getting up from his seat, and as I run into the street, I hear a chorus of men screaming after me. Then — silence. I am safe.

I see now.

 I walk away from that conversation with all my questions answered by His silence.

Father's teaching response:

Salve:

God bless you for sharing your experience of the Holy Silence of the Divine Presence.

Indeed His Presence is the Divine Language, the language of silence. Silent and yet salvific.

It takes a silent and observant soul to hear and see the Divine Language.

Anyone who attends to it and listens becomes illumined and blessed.

Thanks again for sharing the beautiful "butterfly" perching on "your nose'l

Pax Christi