Monday, August 6, 2012

Monday in Pentecost, Proper 13: A rustling of love

Opening Sentence
Give thanks to the Lord, and call upon his Name; make known his deeds among the peoples. Psalm 105:1

Feast of the Transfiguration
O God, who on the holy mount revealed to chosen witnesses your well-beloved Son, wonderfully transfigured, in raiment white and glistening: Mercifully grant that we, being delivered from the disquietude of this world, may by faith behold the King in his beauty; who with you, O Father, and you, O Holy Spirit, lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Psalter: Psalm 80

Lessons: Judges 6:25-40Acts 2:37-47John 1:1-18

He came into the world, laden with the wisdom and knowledge of the Father, endowed with all the treasures of the abyss--he, the Expression of the Ineffable. In the beginning he is the Word. And when he opened his mouth before the world and began to speak of the Father, then he began to express himself also, for he is the living Word, at once Speaker and Speech. He came into the world in order to reveal himself as the revelation of the Father. By concentrating into this proclamation all of his endeavor and the meaning of his very being, by wanting to be nothing other than the mirror and window of the Father, the will and essence of them both coincided precisely, and this unity was the Holy Spirit. Thus, threefold was the Deed and threefold the Content of revelation, as also the essence and kernel of whatever truth was encompassed by the Trinity--root and goal of all things.

In this Speech, the Word of God was love. For that person loves who opens himself up in order to communicate himself, and this is what God did with his Word. The act of speaking was itself God's love, and therefore also its utterance. In other words, the speaking was itself nothing other than the utterance, for the Word was with God and God was the Word. A source began to flow, and the source consisted precisely in having begun to flow. There were enough dead cisterns in the world, but the newness of the thing was that a water was running and flowing from itself. God's cup had flowed over with plenty; from wrath, one could have thought. But when God thunders, the cloud of wrath pours out a rustling of love.

Hans Urs von Balthasar

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