Jun 9 – Memorial for St. Ephrem of Syria, deacon and Doctor of the Church
St. Ephrem (306-373) was baptized at age 18. He helped to evangelize Nisibis, Mesopotamia. He may have attended the Council of Nicaea in 325. He was a deacon and preacher, and had a great devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary.
In 363, Nisibis was ceded to Persia, and great persecution of Christians began. St. Ephrem led an exodus of the faithful to Edessa, where he founded a theological school. He helped introduce the use of hymns in public worship, wrote poems and hymns, and used them to fight Gnosticism and Arianism. In 1920, St. Ephrem was proclaimed a Doctor of the Church.
– Patron Saint Index
1 Kgs 17:17-16
Jar of meal shall not be spent, jug of oil shall not be emptied.
Being single, I’m usually someone who can eat the same thing over 5 to 6 meals. But I think that’s my limit. Every now and then, I end up ordering something via GrabFood during this Circuit Breaker. So when I read the reading for today, I started wondering at which point did the widow and her son grow tired of eating the same thing over and over again?
For with every single meal, a miracle is occurring. But I bet after some time, they would ‘get tired’ of it. Or maybe they would get used to it that they forget that every single instance is a miracle. And the same thing happens whenever we attend every single Mass. Bread and wine become body and blood. But there would definitely have been times where it was just a routine for us.
And it’s not just the Eucharist that we get used to. The holy images in our houses, our crucifix pendants, our bibles, even our prayer times. Actually, it shouldn’t be that surprising, because even with our relationship with other people, we get used to them, and sometimes, we forget how wonderful they are. As the saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt.
Now that we are preparing for a new normal, it’s still questionable if we can receive the Holy Eucharist. But I hope that the time off was a good time for us to miss Jesus. And since this is a relationship, maybe we could think of what are the things we could do, so we don’t fall into doing things just for routine.
Finally, I’m reminded of a conversation I had with an ex-colleague. He asked me how I was and I told him that I was happy. He asked me why and I told him that I was happy to be alive. His response got me thinking. I was told that my standards for being happy are too low. But was it, really? Every single time we open our eyes, every single time we get up, actually, every single second of our lives is a miracle. It’s a gift that could be gone in a flash. What I’m trying to say is that let’s not get used to the miracles – let every miracle bring awe and wonder in our lives.
Even if we are eating the same thing over and over again, even if we are going through a routine, let us remember that these moments are gifts. Every single one of them is a different miracle.
(Today’s OXYGEN by Stephanie Villa)
Prayer: Dear Lord, please help me appreciate every single miracle happening in my life. Let me not take it for granted but help me have a prayer on my lips.
Thanksgiving: Thank you Lord, for this second that I got to spend with you.