I have to admit I settled into daily Mass a bit complacently today. I saw that the celebrant was a priest with a very thick accent. Combine that with a less than stellar sound system and I am often lucky to understand much at all of what he says. But that is okay. I am grateful for his presence and grateful for the Eucharist. I smugly consoled myself with a reminder that I don't necessarily need a rousing homily at every Mass.
But somehow today I did understand his words. The Gospel reading was:
While Jesus was speaking to the crowds,
his mother and his brothers appeared outside,
wishing to speak with him.
Someone told him, "Your mother and your brothers are standing outside,
asking to speak with you."
But he said in reply to the one who told him,
"Who is my mother? Who are my brothers?"
And stretching out his hand toward his disciples, he said,
"Here are my mother and my brothers.
For whoever does the will of my heavenly Father
is my brother, and sister, and mother." (Mt 12:46-50)
Then Father went on to explain that Jesus was not trying to be disrespectful to his family. His love for his mother is unquestionable. Rather, he was using this opportunity to teach his disciples about the Kingdom of Heaven. Those who do the will of his heavenly Father will be as close to him as one would expect blood relatives to be. What an awesome prospect!
I am ashamed of how little I expected to get from Mass today, but I am grateful the Word pierced my arrogance and revealed a glimpse of the Kingdom.