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Sunday, March 2, 2008

A Meditation On the Most Loving, Sacred Heart of Jesus

I found this medieval image of Jesus with the children.



Luke 10: 13-16
And people were bringing children to him that he might touch them, but the disciples rebuked them.
When Jesus saw this he became indignant and said to them, "Let the children come to me; do not prevent them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Amen, I say to you, whoever does not accept the kingdom of God like a child will not enter it."
Then he embraced them and blessed them, placing his hands on them.


When I saw this picture I was struck the many varied faces and postures of the children. All are simple and honest in their approach to Jesus, but display differing temperaments. It seems as though the arms of Jesus are drawn back both in blessing and to make hasty room as the more eager children hyperactively rush onto His lap. One child, shy and hesitant, is led steadily toward Him by his Mother, who herself looks like many a painting of the Blessed Virgin with her blue veil. One child is simply content to sink his face into Jesus' lap. Others look up seeking guidance.

But the child that strikes me the most is the small boy who has his head pressed against Jesus' chest.

When I was very small, I used to sit on my grandfather's lap just like that, with my ear pressed against his chest. Sitting that way, the thrum of his heartbeat drowned out the other sounds. My arms could feel the blood rushing through his body. I was fascinated by this. Listening carefully, I attuned my breathing to match his. It seemed at those moments that I was feeling him live. My grandfather became a separate living person to me, not just this role-idea of "grandpa" but a real person who loved and protected me. A person who suffered much on my behalf in the act of raising me. I want to love Jesus more like that, adoring His loving pierced Heart. I want to keep my face buried in His chest and listen closely to that Heart, which drowns out the voices of the world. In my weakness, I need to cling to Him desperately, aligning my own self with His way.

I can only ask my beloved Grandpa, who now rests with my Lord, to pray for me.

1 comment:

Allen said...

Great art should evoke great reaction, and I'm glad this one deepens your devotion.
I really like your image of having the ear to His heart, blocking out the voice of the world. As a prof of mine used to say, That'll preach!
Thanks for inviting me here, and being a regular at the brain lab!

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