Since we are travellers and pilgrims in the world, let us ever ponder on the end of the road, that is of our life, for the end of our roadway is our home (St Columban, 8th sermon).
11 August 2023
Christ at the Helm. Sunday Reflections, 19th Sunday in Ordinary Time, Year A
GospelMatthew 14:22-33 (English Standard Version
Anglicised, India)
Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go
before him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds.And
after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself
to pray. When evening came, he was there alone,but the boat by this time was a long way from
the land,[b] beaten by the waves, for the
wind was against them.And in the fourth watch of the night he came to them,
walking on the sea.But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they
were terrified, and said, “It is a ghost!” and they cried out in fear.But immediately Jesus spoke to them,
saying, “Take heart; it is I. Do not be
afraid.”
And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to
you on the water.”He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and
came to Jesus.But
when he saw the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to
sink he cried out, “Lord, save me.”Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him,
saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did
you doubt?”And
when they got into the boat, the wind ceased.And those in the boat worshipped
him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
Last Sunday, the Feast of the Transfiguration, I highlighted Fr Willie Doyle's description of two Masses he celebrated during World War One, the second just ten days before his death. I first learned about Father Willie during my kindergarten in Stanhope Street, Dublin (1947-51). Sr Margaret Stanislaus, a member of the Irish Sisters of Charity, now known as the Religious Sisters of Charity, was the principal of the boys' kindergarten. She prepared our class for our First Holy Communion in May 1950 and was for ever talking about two holy priests. One was Fr Damian of Molokai, a Belgian, who chose to liver with lepers on that Hawaiian island and who died among them in 1889 aged 49, a leper himself. Pope Benedict XVI canonised him in 2009.
The other priest Sister
Stanislaus spoke about very often was Fr Willie Doyle SJ, killed in
Belgium on 16 August 1917 while trying to save two wounded soldiers who happened to be Protestants from what is now Northern Ireland in the Third
Battle of Ypres/Ieper, also known as the Battle of Passchendaele. His story
became very widely known through the biography written by Alfred O’Rahilly and
published in 1922.
Bishop
Thomas Deenihan of Meath lauuched the process for the canonisation of Fr Willie
Doyle on 22 November last year. Father Willie did his Jesuit novitiate in
Tullabeg, which is in the Diocese of Meath. There is a wealth of information about him and of his writings on Father Willie Doyle Association.
The following is Father Willie's reflection on this Sunday's Gospel.
About the fourth watch of the night he cometh to them
Christ did not show himself until the fourth watch of the night. How often is this same history repeated in our own case! There is no encouragement, no comfort. We are wearied waiting. There is no sign of approaching help. Why not give up! Surely we never bargained for this. We never believed things would come to such a pass! Oh, the anguish of these moments, when in the midst of struggle, depression and loneliness Christ withholds his sensible presence.
Christ delays to come. But he is watching all the time; he would only test us. Let him not be disappointed. This is a moment of tremendous grace. If we are stout of heart and bear our trial manfully, we will emerge from the crucible with well-nigh herculean strength. These are moments that disentangle us from many of the trappings that weaken and weigh us down. After they have passed, invariably we find our vision clearer and our appreciation of the value of things truer.
Walking upon the sea
Thus does he come to us also walking upon the sea with these words upon his lips. 'Have a good heart, fear not. It is I.' And we whisper to ourselves, 'It is the Lord.' Yes, then we understand. Then everything goes easy and we wonder that we should ever have doubted. Then we are ashamed of our wavering. What a beautiful tribute to Christ our trust would have been. So we determine next time we will understand. We decide that when next the tide of our life runs high, when our heart-boat is lashed by a rugged sea, we will understand that Christ is near, watching us and we fight fearlessly and cheerfully. Thus, little by little, troubles and crosses will serve to clamp the trust in Christ that will steady our hearts and like St Peter will will cry out: 'Lord if it be thou, bid me come to thee across the waters.' O the joy of our hearts as the master says 'Come.' And we go. We really walk upon the sea. We do wonders until some tremendous sorrow-wave dashes up between us and Christ, and for a moment we lose heart and cry out 'Lord save me'.
Immediately he spoke with them
Immediately - that word is full of love - stretching forth his hand he takes hold of me. And when He has come into my heart-boat the wind ceased. But it is only after Christ has been given full control of our heart-boat that the winds cease. This is the struggle of our life - to let Christ rule.
So long as he must come over the waters to us there will be many a lonely struggle. But when through great generosity on our part we have emptied our lives of everything likely to raise a tempest in the heart, then Christ will sit at the helm and the waves may toss, the winds may roll and blow about the boat. We are calm. We have no cause to fear. Christ sits at the helm and rules.
The reflection above was taken from pages 182-184 of To Raise the Fallen, compiled and edited by Patrick Kenny and published by Veritas. He also maintains Father Willie Doyle Associationthe official site for the canonisation cause of the Servant of God Fr Willie Doyle SJ and which has a wealth of information on Fr Doyle and many extracts from his writings, a new post each day.
Last of all, as to one untimely born, he appeared also to me. For I am the least of the apostles, unfit to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God (1 Cor 15:8-9; Epistle).
Dearest Father Seán, Too bad that the remains of Father Willie Doyle got never found—but his buttons and crucifix... But it is our soul that remains—no matter what! Hugs, Mariette
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Dearest Father Seán,
Too bad that the remains of Father Willie Doyle got never found—but his buttons and crucifix...
But it is our soul that remains—no matter what!
Hugs,
Mariette
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