Once again, we sing, “Alleluia!” this weekend – an acclamation of praise and rejoicing that we have not heard in our liturgies since before Ash Wednesday. Perhaps it is because winter seems to be hanging on too long, or maybe because the news of the world is so depressing, but “Rejoice!” is not the word I’d use to express my inner most feelings of late. We hear of the unending attacks on the beleaguered citizens of Syria, Nigeria and Myanmar, …
“I will raise up for them a Prophet like you from among their own kin; I will put my words in [their] mouth”
As I had grown up in the 70’s and 80’s, when someone was described as “a prophet,” I usually pictured a cartoon-like hippie with a robe and long beard carrying a sign stating, “The end is near!” Prophets had often been portrayed as people who were a bit strange and who predicted a future of doom and …
“Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it to me.”
We hear the question, “Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not take care of you?” twice in our gospel reading, but it sounds different when asked by the “righteous sheep” than it does when it is asked …