Rediscovering the day we fell in love with God
10/31/2023
Mt 22:34-40 When the
Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, they gathered together,
and one of them, a scholar of the law tested him by asking, "Teacher,
which commandment in the law is the greatest?" He said to him, "You
shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and
with all your mind. This is the greatest and the first commandment. The second
is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. The whole law and the
prophets depend on these two commandments."
Jesus teaches us the greatest
commandment in the gospel today: “You shall love the Lord, your God, with all
your heart, all your soul, and with all your mind.” So, let me ask you today:
when did you first fall in love with God, and start loving him? Now, why is that
first falling in love so important? Well, just like married couples should go
back to the day they first met and fell in love – have you ever taken that walk
down memory lane? – so, too Christians should return to the day we first met
and fell in love with God.
In other words, that original
encounter with God – when our eyes met across a crowded room – carries all the
love that will later spill out from our hearts to his, and from his heart to
us, like the first sentence of a great novel always contains the whole novel in
a nutshell. Herman Melville’s classic Moby Dick opens with the memorable line,
“Call me Ishmael.” That small sentence is the whole book in three words.
May I share with you when I first
fell in love with God, and perhaps it will jog your memory of how and when that
magical moment happened for you. God actually reached out and touched me
through a traumatic event when I was seven years old and living in New Delhi,
India. That is where I was born and raised “as you can tell from my very thick
Indian accent.”
I loved my young life in New Delhi:
sitting in a balcony seat in a movie theater down the street from my house;
eating spicy Indian food every day; riding on the back of my uncle’s motorcycle
and dodging the sacred cows in the middle of the street, and fluently speaking
three languages: English, Hindi, and Malayalam. My life was great, but suddenly
in 1976 it was all taken away. How so?
My family moved to another country
where I knew no one, attended school with stranger little kids who did not look
like or talk like me, where I could not find decent spicy food. I did not enjoy
the meals, or music or movies; and movie theaters do not have balcony seats
here! I felt like I had lost everything I loved or cared about.
I began to see this seven year old
trauma repeating itself through life: we keep losing the people and things we
love, and ultimately we lose our own bodies in death. At the same time,
however, it hit me like a revelation of light in that darkness and despair,
like St. Paul being knocked off his horse on the road to Damascus by a blinding
flash of light. I discovered there is one Thing I can never lose, namely, God.
That is, the same God who had been
the source of my joys in India would sustain me through all my new adventures in
America. In fact, a Hindu friend gave my father the same advice before we left.
He said: “The same God whom you worship here in India is the same God who will
be with you in America.” In other words, in 1976 I first fell in love with God,
the God who would never leave me, even when I would lose everything else.
And I have gone back to that first
experience like a deep well and drawn out much water of grace, like the
Samaritan woman who fell in love with Jesus at a well. Do you remember what
Jesus promised her? He said: I will give you living water that would be “a
spring of water welling up to eternal life” (Jn 4:14). Let me share with you
when I took an especially deep drink from that well of God’s love that I
discovered back in 1976.
I was 17 years old and thinking
about becoming a priest. Like most people, I wanted to help others, but I
wanted to help people in the best and most permanent way possible. It occurred
to me – this is the well water now – that I could help people in two ways. One,
is materially by giving the food, shelter, and clothing. Or second, I could
help them spiritually by giving them the love of Jesus, his grace and mercy in
the sacraments.
Then I asked myself: which of these
two ways of helping people lasts longer? You know the answer of course.
Material needs are only earthly but spiritual needs are eternal. And who
provides for people’s spiritual needs? Bingo: priests do. But can you taste the
well water of God’s love for me 10 years later when I was 17? Ever since I was
seven and left India, I have not been concerned so much with things that don’t
last – and nothing earthly ultimately lasts.
But rather my concern was with God
who lasts forever and the One I can never lose. Just like couples should go
back to drink deeply of their original encounter and experience of falling in
love, so, too, we Christians should frequently return to our first experience
of falling in love with the Lord and drink deeply of that well water. I wonder
how often the Samaritan woman returned to that earthly well where she met
Jesus, not to draw water from it, but to remember “the spring of living water”
that was now “welling up to eternal life within” her heart?
My friends, I would urge you to try
to return to the day and way you first fell in love with God. I cannot guess
how that happened for each of you, just like you probably could not have
guessed how it happened for me five minutes ago. In other words, divine love is
as unique and unrepeatable just like a kiss is. No two people kiss exactly the
same. I’m just guessing about that; I did a google search on that to make sure
I was right.
But
I hope by sharing my own story of falling in love with God may sparks some
memories of how that happened for you. Don’t discount that you can fall in love
with God even in a traumatic moment. Sometimes when we think we are farthest
from God, surprisingly, that is when God is closest to us. It’s like that old
bumper sticker that asks: “Do you feel far from God? Well, who moved?” And when
we remember his closeness, we can love God a little more with all our hearts,
soul and mind.
Praised be Jesus
Christ!
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