Follow me

I want to share something about when I first moved to Boston for Graduate School. Due to the lack of personal transportation I was limited to where I could attend liturgy. So I attended a local Roman Parish that was also a Eucharistic Shrine. At this shrine the host is always exposed and there is always 24 hours a day 7 days a week. I first attended on my first visit to Boston where I stayed at a Hostel that was close by, until I found an apartment. I kept attending liturgy even after I moved out of the neighborhood, here because I honestly thought the Priest, was following me around during the week and use my personal experiences for his homilies. The most mundane of details about the week would be incorporated in his homily. I told my then girlfriend, now wife about this and she laughed, until she attended mass with me. She turned to me after the homily and said, “He is following you”. Now I know Father wasn’t following me around. But, the Holy Spirit was. See God knows everything about me and more. He knows what you did last night, 5 years ago 10 years ago, he remembers when I was born and how many hairs I had when I was 7 years old. He is all. So, why did it seem that his homilies where about me? It’s because they were. Because God touched my heart to make it about me, so I would listen. Now sometimes we as Christians hear but not listen. Just like the Pharisees. They had God right in front of them and couldn’t recognize him. They gazed on the holy face of God and did not see their Father. They saw what I have to wait to see at my death.