Everybody sees signs. I’m not talking about street signs. I mean the things we see in life. We look at a withering tree, a flock of birds, or we experience something—painful or joyous—and we assign meaning. That’s how human beings make sense of the world. That’s why grown men put their socks on the same way before every baseball game. They assign meaning to something mundane and suddenly a pair of old socks hold power. But that’s the problem. Insofar as the meaning we assign comes from the human heart, it can’t help but be selfish. I mean, let’s be serious, do you really believe that God (or your magical god of baseball stockings) cares about the outcome of your silly baseball game? At the same time, who has ever seen or heard of a baseball player who understands his locker room ritual as sign that we have neglected the poor or a warning that we have not obeyed God’s teaching? Who among us sees a joyous sign as a stern reminder of duty, or a painful sign as a reminder of the Lord’s mercy? As our friend St. Mark is wont to remind us, only those who have ears to hear.
Richard and Fr. Marc discuss Mark 11:19-26.
Episode 185 Mark 11:19-26; “Poppers and Prosecco” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com (http://incompetech.com/)) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http:// creativecommons .org/ licenses /by/3.0/
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