Come to
Stillness:
Take a few
minutes to allow your mind and heart to be still before
God.
Opening Prayer:
God of our creation and re-creation, you who are
constantly at work to shape me in the
wholeness of Christ, you know the hardness of the structures of my being that
resist your shaping touch. You know the
deep inner rigidities of my being that reject your changing grace. By your grace soften my hardness and rigidity;
help me to become pliable in your hands.
Even as I pray this, may there be a melting of my innate
resistance to your transforming love.
Amen. (Invitation to a Journey by M. Robert Mulholland
Jr.)Opening Prayer:
Psalm for the Week: Psalm 37
Scripture for the Day: Isaiah 29:13-16
Reading for Reflection:
Eustace
was silent for so long that Edmund thought he was fainting; but at last he
said’ “It’s all right now. Could we go
and talk somewhere? I don’t want to meet
the others just yet.”
“Yes, rather, anywhere you like,” said
Edmund. “We can go and sit on the rocks
over there. I say, I am glad to see
you—er—looking yourself again. You must
have had a pretty beastly time.”
They went to the rocks and sat down
looking out across the bay while the sky got paler and paler and the stars
disappeared except for one bright one low down and near the horizon.
“I won’t tell you how I became a—a dragon
till I can tell
the others and get it all over,” said Eustace.
“By the way, I didn’t even know it was a dragon till I heard you all
using the word when I turned up here the other morning. I want to tell you how I stopped being one.”
“Fire ahead,” said Edmund.
“Well, last night I was more miserable
than ever. And that beastly arm-ring was
hurting like anything—“
“Is that all right now?”
Eustace laughed—a different laugh from any
Edmund had heard him give before—and slipped the bracelet easily off his
arm. “There it is,” he said, “and anyone
who likes can have it as far as I’m concerned.
Well, as I say, I was lying awake and wondering what on earth would
become of me. And then—but, mind you, it
may have been all a dream. I don’t
know.”
“Go on,” said Edmund, with considerable
patience.
“Well,
anyway, I looked up and saw the very last thing I expected: a huge lion coming
slowly toward me. And one queer thing
was that there was no moon last night, but there was moonlight where the lion
was. So it came nearer and nearer. I was terribly afraid of it. You may think that, being a dragon, I could
have knocked any lion out easily enough.
But it wasn’t that kind of fear.
I wasn’t afraid of it eating me, I was just afraid of it—if you can
understand. Well, it came close up to me
and looked straight into my eyes. And I
shut my eyes tight. But that wasn’t any
good because it told me to follow it.”
“You mean it spoke?”
“I don’t know. Now that you mention it, I don’t think it
did. But it told me all the same. And I knew I’d have to do what it told me, so
I got up and followed it. And it led me
a long way into the mountains. And there
was always this moonlight over and round the lion wherever we went. So at last we came to the top of a mountain
I’d never seen before and on top of this mountain there was a garden—trees and
fruit and everything. In the middle of
it there was a well.
“I knew it was a well because you could
see the water bubbling up from the bottom of it: but it was bigger than most
wells—like a very big, round bath with marble steps going down into it. The water was as clear as anything and I
thought if I could get in there and bathe it would ease the pain in my
leg. But the lion told me I must undress
first. Mind you, I don’t know if he said
any words out loud or not.
“I was going to say that I couldn’t
undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons
are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the
lion means. So I started scratching
myself and scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and,
instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling
off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of
it. I could see it lying there beside
me, looking rather nasty. It was a most
lovely feeling. So I started to go down
into the well for my bathe.
“But just as I was going to put my feet
into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and
wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I
had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out
of it too. So I scratched and tore again
and this underskin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying
beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.
“Well exactly the same thing happened
again. And I thought to myself, oh dear,
how ever many skins have I got to take off?
For I was longing to bathe my leg.
So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just
like the two others, and stepped out of it.
But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no
good.
“Then the lion said—but I don’t know if it
spoke—‘You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can
tell you, but I was pretty near desperate now.
So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.
“The very first tear he made was so deep
that I thought it had gone right into my heart.
And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve
ever felt. The only thing that made me
able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know—if you’ve ever picked a scab of a
sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but
it is such fun to see it coming away.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” said
Edmund.
“Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right
off—just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they
hadn’t hurt—and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and
darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. Then he caught hold of me—I didn’t like that
much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on—and threw me into
the water. It smarted like anything but
only for a moment. After that it became
perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found
that all the pain had gone from my arm.
And then I saw why. I’d turned
into a boy again. You’d think me simply
phony if I told you how I felt about my own arms. I know they’ve no muscle and are pretty
mouldy compared with Caspian’s, but I was so glad to see them.
“After a bit the lion took me out and
dressed me—“
“Dressed you. With his paws?”
“Well I don’t exactly remember that
bit. But he did somehow or other: in new
clothes—the same I’ve got on now, as a matter of fact. And then suddenly I was back here. Which is what makes me think it must have
been a dream.”
“No, it wasn’t a dream,” said Edmund.
“Why not?”
“Well, there are the clothes, for one
thing. And you have been—well,
un-dragoned, for another.”
“What do you think it was then?” asked
Eustace.
“I think you’ve seen Aslan,” said Edmund.
(Voyage
of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis)Reflection and Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: May the Mind of Christ, My Savior
May the mind of Christ, my Savior,
Live in me from day to day,
By His love and power controlling
All I do and say.
May the Word of God dwell richly
In my heart from hour to hour,
So that all may see I triumph
Only through His power.
May the peace of God, my Father,
Rule my life in everything.
That I may be calm to comfort
Sick and sorrowing
May the love of Jesus fill me,
As the waters fill the sea;
Him exalting, self-abasing
This is victory.
Closing Prayer:
Father, forgive us when we think that life is more about what we are doing than about who we are becoming. Help us to remember that more than anything else you want our hearts. Allow us to give them to you fully, that we might receive yours in return; changing us more into the likeness your Son Jesus. In His name we pray. Amen. (JLB)
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