Mystagogical Reflection
Brother Lawrence Pilarca, OSB
Fr. Godfrey Mullen, OSB, Professor
March 2, 2009
Pain from Wounds of Brokenness
When I was still teaching at San Beda, years ago, I dealt with many of my eight grade students who suffered pain and brokenness from their childhood experiences. Some of them were victims of physical and sexual abuse by their own family members when they were at a tender age.
Learning from their stories, I realized how important a role pain has in our lives to keep us well but only if we’ll learn how to reach out.
There are three stories of brokenness from wounds and healing from pain that I am going to tell you. The first story comes from the prophet Hosea. According to Hosea, Israel, the wife of God goes out to prostitute herself.
The faithful God goes out in search of His errant wife and offers a second honeymoon. Yahweh offers His adulterous wife a second honeymoon in the desert so that they can again discover their lost love. This offer cannot happen unless the wife accepts.
In the Gospel of Luke, we hear of the hemorrhaging woman who wants to be healed from her illness. She has been suffering from it for twelve years already and she believes that she can only be healed once she touches the Lord.
In both accounts, Israel and the hemorrhaging woman were healed, only because they reached out. Both risked reaching out to the Lord. Both were bold enough to touch the Lord.
The third story is ours! Who among us can proudly say that we have not committed a sin? -No one. Who among us here can say that we have not prostituted ourselves in utter infidelity against GOD? -No one. If we want to be healed then, remember that the Lord is always here.
Maybe what is missing is our gallant act of reaching out. Can we still find people who look beyond suffering, people who look beyond pain? Can we identify ourselves with people who can look beyond pain and suffering and discover Jesus Christ?
In this time of Lent, let us reach out to GOD in silence and utter: “Lord, I want to be healed. Restore health to my soul. Lord, I want to be healed, heal me.”
My favorite character at Eastertime is Thomas. Prefixed to his name always almost is the word “doubting”. He doubted because he was hurting. The first time he met the Risen Lord was one week after Easter. At that meeting, two wounded men met.
The first wounded man was Jesus. He met the apostles and showed them His wounds. It sounded like Jesus showed them His wounds with an element of pride because thoses wounds were not wounds of defeat. They were wounds of love. They were wounds of victory and triumph. They were not aching wounds or stinking wounds but were wounds of glory and wounds of love ready to sacrifice without measure.
He showed them His hands and His side not to rebuke or to accuse rather to show them the depth of His tender love. The other wounded man was Thomas. He had no bleeding wounds on his flesh. His wounds were from within. His heart was wounded by disappointment. He felt deceived by the Master.
He felt defeated after having staked everything in Jesus. He thought Jesus was the Messiah. He thought Jesus was the King. He questioned why Jesus died like a criminal. He thought Jesus would save Israel. Why could He not even save Himself from His oppressors?
Thomas was disappointed. He felt duped and was almost fully convinced that he made the wrong decision in following this Carpenter from Galilee. He really had a deep and gaping wound within.
The wounds of our heart take longer to heal. The wounds of our heart are settled deep within for years and years. They take longer to heal because we hide them and pretend they do not exist. We smile from the outside but cry deep inside.
We talk, act and move along as if there were nothing wrong with us, as if there was nothing lacking inside of us. Some of us walk around feeling wounded and beaten for all these years without our closest friends and family even noticing or seeing them through the ‘masks’ we conveniently wear as we go through our sufferings for years.
Not for long enough because sooner or later, the wounds start to re-surface. The pains we so long have been hiding all these years start to bother us. They start to bother people around us, too.
At Eastertime, two wounded men met. The first One had glorious wounds. The second one had gaping, aching wounds inside of him.
The first One was ready to heal by the power of His wounds. The second one needed healing for his wounds but he had nobody to heal them. Then they met.
The first One healed the second. At the end of the meeting, both of them had glorious wounds, ready to heal more wounds. Thousands are wounded around us. Some carry anger against unfaithful spouses.
Some carry hatred and resentment against merciless fathers and brothers who had repeatedly abused them physically and sexually when they were young, innocent and helpless. Some carry secret anger and disgust because of problems and conflicts of decades ago within the family that were not faced squarely and resolved openly. There are so many of them, as many as the stars that we see in the clear evening sky.
And even if we try to mask our deep-seated anger and resentments, the human person in us has its way of seeking expression someday somehow. They begin to take different forms: sarcasm, irritability, physical distress, annoyance, insecurity and whatnot.
These pains we have been keeping inside our hearts all these years slowly take a different shape and come out in our everyday dealings with our family, friends, and community. We cannot hide them behind masks for long.
They need to be healed. So, we all want to touch the wounds of Jesus. We want to know for sure that someone loves us enough to be wounded and die for that love.
But, we cannot see Christ anymore. We can only see Him from people who claim to carry His name. Are these people like Christ?
Do they really live their lives as Christ did? Are they wounded enough in the name of love that they can heal those who are wounded?
Are the Christians of today wounded in such a way that allows them to heal those who are wounded?
Are the Christians truly risen from the death of indifference and selfishness, and antipathy that they can resurrect shattered hopes and bring back lost and broken lives?