This Blog describes reactions that a woman who was born and raised in Pawtucket has when she returns to her native city after an absence of thirty years, recalls the sites of her childhood and registers the way she is affected by the changes and lack of changes that have taken place since her childhood.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
POPE FRANCIS SPEAKS ON AGING
STILL ON THE POTTER/'S WHEEL IN THE BUCKET
One of the surprising and touching aspects of the Pope's remarks to the American public has been his emphasis on the process of aging. He mentioned the loneliness of the aged and also he reminds us of the wisdom of the aged. One of the most poignant insights is his stressing of the mixed nature of all things and of all of us.
This thread teaches us of the ways we should examine polarity and refuse to see everything as either black or white. He directly points to the inadequacy of seeing reality always as a duality. In calling for a universal global ending of the death penalty, he focuses on the fact of death's finality--that it erases the chance of change and rehabilitation.
I believe that applies to the experience of aging and dying--as long as we are breathing we have within us the potential to change, to repent, to seek forgiveness and like the Prodigal Son to turn back to the loving arms of our FATHER who is always watching for us on the road with arms ready to embrace us.
There is a golden thread that weaves through every remark of the Pope-- to be at the service of dialogue and peace. One of the most disturbing trends in our recent national conversation is the tendency to demonize certain groups and label them as rogue states or monsters.
We must not write anyone off, must not declare anyone as finished or hopeless. Especially we must not numb our hearts to the tender mercies that flow constantly from God to each and every one of us on this planet.
Each of us so different in our circumstances and our DNA but each of us united by our human dignity and our participation in the divinity that we each carry in our immortal soul.
One of the images that has struck me vividly in recent readings of the Bible is how often God is compared to a Master Potter and we are compared to clay on the wheel. One great solace I gain from this persistent image is the thought that --it is never too late for the Potter to perfect the clay vessel as long as the clay is on the wheel. We are all still on the wheel and we can trust that if we allow Him to, the Potter will perfect us,
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