Comments on: The Last Supper http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/2009/04/09/the-last-supper/ asylum for your refugee soul Wed, 17 Mar 2010 20:10:42 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Gabrielle http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/2009/04/09/the-last-supper/comment-page-1/#comment-3244 Gabrielle Sat, 11 Apr 2009 03:19:04 +0000 http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/?p=702#comment-3244 Cathy, thank you. I wish the same to you and your family - a peaceful and beautiful Easter season. Carol, I was struck very much by your seeing "the alpha and omega of the pathos of humanity" in Rilke's poem, and I see the alpha and omega surrounding the question you say is "the saddest question ever asked aloud: Is it I, Lord?" It made me think of 1Samuel Ch. 3, where Samuel runs several times in to see Eli because he thinks he is calling him. We often sing "Is it I, Lord" when that passage of scripture is read at Mass. In our humanity, we have the alpha and omega of this question, don't we - Is it I, Lord? filled with wonder and hope that the good Lord is indeed calling us to serve him, with perhaps only a fine line between that and the Is it I, Lord? who may/do betray You. Thanks for so many fine insights here. Cathy, thank you. I wish the same to you and your family – a peaceful and beautiful Easter season.

Carol, I was struck very much by your seeing “the alpha and omega of the pathos of humanity” in Rilke’s poem, and I see the alpha and omega surrounding the question you say is “the saddest question ever asked aloud: Is it I, Lord?” It made me think of 1Samuel Ch. 3, where Samuel runs several times in to see Eli because he thinks he is calling him. We often sing “Is it I, Lord” when that passage of scripture is read at Mass. In our humanity, we have the alpha and omega of this question, don’t we – Is it I, Lord? filled with wonder and hope that the good Lord is indeed calling us to serve him, with perhaps only a fine line between that and the Is it I, Lord? who may/do betray You. Thanks for so many fine insights here.

]]> By: Carol http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/2009/04/09/the-last-supper/comment-page-1/#comment-3242 Carol Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:40:11 +0000 http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/?p=702#comment-3242 Rilke captures the alpha and omega of the pathos of humanity that, even at what might yet be the zenith of its magnificence, now instead in great bafflement will soon limp, fall, shudder, and in hiding become one with the dust from which it was made. Except for one who shall remain throughout, and except for one who will go farthest away, all remain near in the only way they can, at a distance in this moment of honesty, incapable of <i>not</i> asking the saddest question ever asked aloud: <i>Is it I, Lord?</i> The Master doesn't say it in words, but we some of us might hear it this way, "Of course it is you, but I love you anyway, and I give myself to you now, in the first of the covenant tonight, and tomorrow fully in Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity, until the end of the age." Rilke manages to put us at this holy Scene, a moment whose happiness, under Heaven, was recorded only in Christ's and Mary's heart(s). Rilke manages to put us at our loved ones' deathbeds as we so broken have no choice but to let them go, in utterly blind hope. Rilke manages to touch with a Wounded hand those who've outlived everything but their bodies, for whom a kind word alone is now mother and father, food and light. Rilke manages to redeem someone's Holy Thursday 2009 by making her bawl her eyes out in the alpha and omega of her own sorrowing/thankful humanity. Can anyone truly reject what we are so unworthy of, but so Welcomed to--so Brought into? True Food, True Drink, His flesh and blood for the life of the world; spiritually, He makes us bone of His bone. Rilke manages to make me want to kiss your feet, too, girl for giving textual womb to his holy thought-child-- delivering unto us more abundant life indeed. I might never have seen this musing, or that graphic, otherwise. Thank you<i> so much</i>. Rilke captures the alpha and omega of the pathos of humanity that, even at what might yet be the zenith of its magnificence, now instead in great bafflement will soon limp, fall, shudder, and in hiding become one with the dust from which it was made. Except for one who shall remain throughout, and except for one who will go farthest away, all remain near in the only way they can, at a distance in this moment of honesty, incapable of not asking the saddest question ever asked aloud: Is it I, Lord? The Master doesn’t say it in words, but we some of us might hear it this way, “Of course it is you, but I love you anyway, and I give myself to you now, in the first of the covenant tonight, and tomorrow fully in Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity, until the end of the age.”

Rilke manages to put us at this holy Scene, a moment whose happiness, under Heaven, was recorded only in Christ’s and Mary’s heart(s).

Rilke manages to put us at our loved ones’ deathbeds as we so broken have no choice but to let them go, in utterly blind hope.

Rilke manages to touch with a Wounded hand those who’ve outlived everything but their bodies, for whom a kind word alone is now mother and father, food and light.

Rilke manages to redeem someone’s Holy Thursday 2009 by making her bawl her eyes out in the alpha and omega of her own sorrowing/thankful humanity. Can anyone truly reject what we are so unworthy of, but so Welcomed to–so Brought into? True Food, True Drink, His flesh and blood for the life of the world; spiritually, He makes us bone of His bone.

Rilke manages to make me want to kiss your feet, too, girl for giving textual womb to his holy thought-child– delivering unto us more abundant life indeed. I might never have seen this musing, or that graphic, otherwise. Thank you so much.

]]> By: Cathy http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/2009/04/09/the-last-supper/comment-page-1/#comment-3241 Cathy Thu, 09 Apr 2009 09:58:28 +0000 http://gabrielle.stblogs.com/?p=702#comment-3241 Really compelling words. Have a quiet restful day! Really compelling words. Have a quiet restful day!
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