Humbled

Watching the election of our new Pope Francis, and the commentary about his life in humble service, I am moved. Don't get me wrong, I am not so gullible to elevate any man, pope included to anything higher than a man, but any man or woman when infused with the love of the Lord can be the presence of Christ to whom we all are called to emulate.  Observe any loving mother toward her children and you see what I mean.

I am approaching my final day of Lenten retreat with the Byzantine Catholics monks of Holy Resurrection Monastery in St. Nazianz WI.  I again realize that real worship is humbling, because one enters into the life of Christ rather than ones own.  Authentic worship does not follow the timetable of men/women but the time of the Lord.  Sometimes I wish for the service to end, as I want to perhaps return to my own wants and desires, but liturgy calls me to the life of Christ who offers everything for our eternal salvation; mine included. Couple that with Pope Francis words today to his colleagues  and we are reminded that everything we are and have is gift, and for the Christian it is to allow Christ to animate our gifts in service. I guess it is what humility is...