Today’s paradox is an examination of receiving what we already have. Take for instance, God’s love for us. We know He has given us a full measure of His love. We know as His children He could not love us any less or any more than He already loves us. Yet, there are those overwhelming moments of gratitude and thankfulness, when His presence, His providence and His love come streaming into our lives, surrounding us and our circumstances with His radiance. Perhaps, for some of us, this can be understood as an awakening. When in our worldly realm, we recognize and encounter what we know we have held in our hearts; what He has already given us.

  There is another aspect of receiving which is not paradoxical; it is an addition, a gift from Grace. Not a deepening of faith and understanding of His glory, something new, something which strengthens our reflection of His image and likeness in our creation. This is the gift of the Holy Spirit.  

  I have long struggled with the biblical reconciliation of what appears to be the God of the Old Testament and the God of the New Testament. Realizing that God has never changed, could not change; how is it that the God of the Old Testament seems to be caught up in a world of cause and effect, stuck in an endless world of narrative discourse and dialog, entangled in fear and punishment? I explained this to myself, using the rationalization that I could not really understand the mindset, the mentality of the first century Zionist. I am not from an era of tribal  identity. I have never lived in a community of extended family. I do not know famine or the fear of famine, never witnessed war in my homeland, never watched my wife draw water from the well or trimmed my lamp at twilight. This leads me to the simple observation that the Bible was not written to us we are not the audience. The Bible was written for us; it is up to us to read, study and understand what is being taught to us through Holy Scripture.

  What also seems to be a reasonable observation, is how crucial to the process is the lens one looks through when considering Holy Scripture. Am I an anthropologist studying human behavior, looking for clues to why the civil constructs were formed the way they were, how the buildings reflected the ideas of the time, discovering how the priorities of the society shaped its goals? Am I a historian, tracing the dates and events, finding the key components which led up to the events and then evaluating the results? Am I a person of faith, looking up to the cross as our Lord looked down on us? Is it through His words that I search all the possibilities, looking for what is beyond my thinking, freeing myself from my frames of reference, striking out in a new direction into unexplored arenas and beyond the near horizon? And now I realize what all these options have in common; they are all about me, and in this lies the fatal flaw. None of it is about me and where I am in it. It is all about Him and the gift He brings, the Holy Spirit.

  Christ Jesus came into this world and  changed everything. As a Catholic, I realize through transubstantiation, substance is changed to essence. Beyond this sacramental process, every bit of the material world is affected by His coming which brought about a deeper reflection of God’s creation.  His baptism served as a model for all of humanity and His divinity changed the Jordan River into holy water. His ministry ushered in a new era of understanding, social justice, beauty and kindness which had never been witnessed in this worldly realm. His miracles showed the world the true glory of the Father Almighty, a glimpse of what lies beyond the unimaginable. His life fulfilled the prophecy of old and foretold of a coming age, a victory of peace and love. Christ Jesus is the bridge between death to life; all His promises are true, He will stand between us and the Father, not as our judge, as our Savior. He is the bread of life. We can share the body, blood, soul and divinity, in all times, in all places throughout the world,  and for all times. Through this sacrament, the Eucharist, Christ gifts us a portion of His union with the Father. Yet through all this majesty, the blessings, and the gifts, nothing is greater than the gift of the Holy Spirit. My peace I leave you, My peace I give you. His love written in our hearts, His presence forever with us, in every instance of every second.

   In His presence the Apostles received the Holy Spirit. He breathed on them, into them and through them, into a waiting world. A world suspended in the lifelessness of empty time. A world steeped in the identity of self. A world conceived in and of a man and woman, humanity without divinity. Christ Jesus changes all of this. It is this missing component, the Holy Spirit, in their lives and in my thinking, which is the obstacle. The Bible, written to an audience who could not understand God without His presence in their lives. It isn’t God who differs from one age to the next, it is His people, now fully alive, endowed with the Presence of their Maker, who are now ready to embrace His goodness. To see Him as He is, not as they made Him out to be. I see now that I was asking the first century Christians to witness and testify to what they had not seen or known. I see now that I was expecting the impossible. They like us, have to be shown the way; no one gets there on their own. Those who have eyes to see, should see and those who have ears to hear should hear.