Breathe on me, today, O God my loving Father as I go on my Sabbath rest.
Keep me still in your divine presence. Let me stop explaining the many parables you share in the Bible. Remind me that the beauty of these parables lies not in my ability to explain its meaning. As simple stories with deep realities and truths, parables actually explain us people, of who we are, presenting us the meaning of our lives and yearnings.
Just like my being a clay in your hands, our eternal Potter. So often, I marvel at its meanings as relayed to us by your prophet Jeremiah, relishing at its wonderful imagery and yet, here I am, always resisting your potter’s hands, especially when I have to be remolded. Like the potter, you take everything into consideration everything about me, the good and the bad, so that the best would come out in the end. But I always resist – because I insist on explaining its meaning than simply allowing myself to be covered by its rich meaning.
How can I truly understand you and your parables when I refuse to be like a “scribe who has been instructed in the Kingdom of heaven” (Mt.13:52) to take into consideration all things that are both new and old in me to truly see the beauty of life explained by your parables? Like the net cast into the sea, you continue to call all of us to serve and praise you in others. It is our task to follow you, to submit ourselves to be shaped by your hands like the clay in the potter’s hand to eventually become your wonderful masterpiece. Rather than grasping the meaning of your parables, let me be held and kept by your parables to see and marvel at the beauty of life in you. Amen. Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II,Parokya ng San Juan Apostol at Ebanghelista, Gov. F. Halili Ave., Bagbaguin, Sta. Maria,Bulacan 3022 .