LET IT aLL sTART hERE
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“So, you could not keep watch with me one hour?” (Matthew 26:38) When I was a girl I found Jesus’ question to Peter and the two sons of Zebedee very disturbing. In those ten words I would simultaneously hear the disappointment in Jesus’ voice and I would feel his disciples’… no, his friends’ shame.
I felt I had let Him down. Impossible, perhaps. Unbelievable…no. Not unbelievable, if you consider Carl Jung’s theory of collective consciousness, or understand what Freud means by archaic remnants. We often know “stuff” that we have no business knowing about. We can’t explain it, so we shrug it off. I wasn’t there in the Garden, but I might as well have been. That scene has plagued me for years.
But what of all that? www.letitallstarthere.com is not exactly the place to discuss the psychology of man. The purpose of my writing is to encourage all, myself included, to work toward an understanding of what Matthew Kelly calls: The Genius of Catholicism. It involves our recognizing how everything now, relates to everything that has ever happened throughout the History of Our Salvation. We are all pieces in His colossal jigsaw puzzle.
I believe that what happened during the agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, the night before Christ’s crucifixion, when he spoke to his disciples saying: “My soul is sorrowful even to death. Remain here and keep watch me” is never ending. I believe Jesus continues to ask this of us even now: “Keep watch with Me…” He asks that we remain with Him always. And so that is the purpose of the Holy Hour devotion.
I once heard an old Polish woman shout to her loving husband through the back door of her house: “Honey, I will be right back. I am going up to church. He’s there all alone. I’m going to keep Him company for awhile.” And out the door she went humming to herself. I stood in the driveway and watched her figure grow smaller as she made her way down the street. Cute, I thought. She’s going to keep Him company. Funny old woman. But there was a lesson in her actions about devotion. There was another lesson for me as I started thinking about the time we spend in Eucharistic Adoration, in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. What actually goes on in the church when we are joined in song, in silence and in prayer? We have been given, undeservedly, the grace of First Friday Holy Hour, the grace of His Real Presence, His God-with-us-ness, to liberate us…to comfort us, to allow us to realize that we no longer are helpless spectators. We can do something about His feelings of isolation and abandonment. We can “keep watch” with Him. We can do the right thing.
That is the grace we Catholics have been afforded.