I know. That was yesterday. How can I be writing on Thursday about yesterday? Do you read a newspaper – online or in print? Aren’t you reading about yesterday? Anyway, I wanted to talk about the irony pointed out during my priest’s homily yesterday.
I have long been a student of literary elements. I like a good metaphor as much as the next person. I love to read well-written blogs and novels. I love to see the pictures that words paint.
I sit near the front of the church – usually within the first three or four pews. I pay attention to the readings, listening intently as opposed to reading along. Just my way of participating and not for everyone.
Yesterday, the Gospel reading talked about not letting others see your good works, not letting your right hand know if your left was doing a good deed. The irony that Father spoke of was the fact that we were all in church to be marked. We would leave the church with a visible sign that we were Christians, in most communities something done in few churches other than Roman Catholic ones. We would leave the church with a visible sign of who and whose we were.
Do you live so that others can see who you are? If you could change one thing about your life to make it easier for those who know you, who love you to see who you are, what would you change?