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As Christians, and especially those of us that worship in the Catholic tradition, I think it’s fair to suggest that each of us values reverence. The respect that is given, offered, or even expected to various aspects of our lives: parents, grandparents, mentors, spiritual directors, clergy, the consecrated religious, and of course and most importantly our Great God and Savior Jesus Christ.
A special respect, or a deeper respect, that we reserve for our Master we call Reverence. It is no wonder to any of us that our sense of reverence is greatly offended by what some might call art as they photograph our Lord on the cross in a jar or urine. All of us, I am pretty sure is very safe to say, would classify this so-called “art” at a minimum: irreverent.
But those obvious kinds of situations of irreverence are not what we’re going to talk about. It’s the reverence we hold dear. It’s the reverence we may experience when we have gone to Eucharistic adoration, or maybe an experience on a spiritual retreat, or even when we have physically felt the presence of The Master in our lives in one way or another.
I would like the readers and posters to think about an experience where you have felt this reverence, what it meant to you, why, what was your life like when it happened. Then I’d like you to take a big step back and ask yourself if someone else’s experience of this reverence is as valid as yours especially as it is different.
Do various forms of the reverence experience follow the same pattern or maybe groups of patterns? Does solitude bring reverence to some but not others? Do some find reverence in ways that others may not? And if so (and I am thinking it is so) does that negate that experience as reverent? Is reverence in the eye of the beholder?
I want to thank you in advance for your participation.
A special respect, or a deeper respect, that we reserve for our Master we call Reverence. It is no wonder to any of us that our sense of reverence is greatly offended by what some might call art as they photograph our Lord on the cross in a jar or urine. All of us, I am pretty sure is very safe to say, would classify this so-called “art” at a minimum: irreverent.
But those obvious kinds of situations of irreverence are not what we’re going to talk about. It’s the reverence we hold dear. It’s the reverence we may experience when we have gone to Eucharistic adoration, or maybe an experience on a spiritual retreat, or even when we have physically felt the presence of The Master in our lives in one way or another.
I would like the readers and posters to think about an experience where you have felt this reverence, what it meant to you, why, what was your life like when it happened. Then I’d like you to take a big step back and ask yourself if someone else’s experience of this reverence is as valid as yours especially as it is different.
Do various forms of the reverence experience follow the same pattern or maybe groups of patterns? Does solitude bring reverence to some but not others? Do some find reverence in ways that others may not? And if so (and I am thinking it is so) does that negate that experience as reverent? Is reverence in the eye of the beholder?
I want to thank you in advance for your participation.