Sunday - Ordinary Time
image of Abraham knocking on God's door, begging for mercy on behalf
of the people of Sodom and Gomorrah, is a fitting image for all
of us who call ourselves members of the Family of St Dominic. We,
like Abraham, are beggars. We too stand knocking at the door of
the heart of God, our hands empty and our hearts hungering, begging
for a piece of bread, for a Word, for mercy. The Our Father which
Jesus taught to his disciples is a prayer for beggars. In it we
beg for the coming of God's Kingdom, we beg for God's will, we beg
for daily bread and we beg for forgiveness.
mendicantes, nuestras manos vacias, nuestros corazones hambrientos.
Como Abraham y Santo Domingo, le mendigamos a Dios el don de su
Knock and the door will be opened. "
is a Door that is always open. " Please, Lord, what if there
are at least ten innocent people there? " was Abraham's plea.
God opens the door again and again and again.
the words of Jesus in Luke's gospel today: " Pide y recibiras
; busca y encontraras ; llama y se te abrira. " Dios es una
puerta siempre abierta.
Christian story, in fact, begins with the opening of a door - the
door of a humble home in Nazareth in Galilee. It is Luke again who
paints for us the scene. Mary hears a knock at the door and opens
it up to a stranger, an angel named Gabriel, and since that day
the world has never been the same. We are here today, preachers
in the spirit of Dominic, because this woman of great faith risked
to open her door to a stranger, an unfamiliar Word, a surprise from
abre su puerta a un extraño, una Palabra sorprendente. Su
vida cambia, y la nuestra tambien.
she who opened her door to the Word-made-flesh was herself met by
many closed doors. Along the windy, cobblestoned streets of Bethlehem
Mary and Joseph experienced what the poor experience the world over
: closed doors. As in today's gospel, they heard from behind many
a closed door : " Do not bother me ; the door has already been
locked and my children and I are already in bed. "
No molesten. La puerta ya esta trancada. Mis hijos y yo ya estamos
Llama y se te abrira. " ?Y si no se abre ? Que hacemos cuando
la puerta no se abre ? En muchas partes de America Latina se celebra
cada año antes de navidad Las Posadas. Maria y Jose, buscando
una puerta abierta para compartir con el mundo el don de Dios.
Sr Mary O'Driscoll, a Cabra Dominican sister, asking a question
at a conference many years ago : " Do the poor feel comfortable
in our homes ? " Does this question not penetrate to the very
heart of our call, as Dominicans, to be open to the Word of God
in our sisters and brothers ? Are the doors of our convents and
priories, our universities and our parishes open to the poor ? Is
our dinner table a place where we break bread with strangers ?
of the great national symbols of my own country is the Statue of
Liberty (Perhaps some of you were hoping to sneak away today to
New York to see it !!) The Statue of Liberty was given as a gift
from the people of France, and the poet, Emma Lazarus, named it
" Mother of Exiles. " (Madre de los exiliados) In her
poem inscribed on the statue are the following words :
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. "
words. But do they speak the truth ? And our words
words. Do they speak the truth ? Do they open doors or close doors
Gabriella, from the monastery in Turino, said in our commission
meeting the other day that community life and contemplative life
are two open doors - in communication with one another : "
Due porte aperte che comunicano l'una con l'altra. "
are the same two doors which appear in today's gospel : " Suppose
one of you has a friend to whom he goes at midnight and says, 'Friend,
lend me 3 loaves of bread, for a friend of mine has arrived at my
home from a long journey
main character of this story is literally caught in the middle -
between two friends. He has opened his own door to his tired, hungry
friend, and now finds himself pounding on another door - at midnight,
the text points out - begging for bread.
this not the experience of our Holy Father, St Dominic, who wept
late into the night, begging God on behalf of the poor, the hungry,
the sinner? Mission and contemplation meet when the door opened
to my neighbor and the Door opened in my midnight calling out to
God become, in fact, one and the same.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice
and opens the door, I will enter and dine with him and he with me"
(Book of Revelation) and this from the One who taught his disciples
to pray : " Knock and the door will be opened. "
Dios a cuya puerta llamamos en la oracion de medianoche es el mismo
que nos llama a la puerta, pidiendonos posada y pan. Es una sola
are beggars, hungry beggars, walking along the road to Emmaus, pounding
on God's door for an answer to our prayer. " Give us this day
our daily bread. "
Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour. "
then, unexpectedly, we spot him again - the Stranger, knocking at
the door - and something deep within us urges us to invite him inside,
into our house. And through the open door he walks. And he sits
down at table with us and tells us some stories and shares with
us a bit of wine.
Y lo reconocemos al partir el pan. "