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Caught in the gaze of Christ

I fully admit that sometimes when I pray, I feel like I'm talking to myself.  That's when I pray.  Sometimes, I don't pray;  I have what seems like a million other things - some worthy, some not - vying for my attention.  All in all, it is easy to forget that Christ is there.

Today's readings at Mass are all about listening for and responding to God's call.  First, it's Samuel.  I love this story;  it's so sweetly naive.  Samuel is loyal, but clueless, until Eli finally points out to him that God is the one calling to him in the night.  Then it's Andrew and Simon Peter, called by Jesus not only to "follow" but into a new life, new relationships, new identities.

Here is what Dom Mauro Giuseppe Lepori has to say about what lay before Peter:  "Jesus gave him no explanation, no plan.  The only perspective he had to offer was the gaze that he fixed on him, seeming to cast him out toward a boundless future in which his new name - Simon Peter - would find its full meaning and completion."

How easy it is to forget that we are in the gaze of Christ.  We want an explanation, a road map, a detailed summary of everything that lays before us.  We fail to trust that Jesus' perspective, His plan, His boundless love for us.  We fail to live in the gaze of Christ, caught up instead in the limited line of sight we have on our small lives.  Today, remember:  you are caught in the gaze of Christ, where you are safe, loved and where your soul will have its most complete meaning, here and in eternity.

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