Tending the Holy
I attended a special prayer service at Sacred Heart Parish
on a recent Friday night. A wonderful
atmosphere arose from good readings and the repetitive, moving music of Taize. This
refrain still haunts me: ”Sacred is the call, awesome indeed the entrustment:
tending the holy, tending the holy.”
What does it mean to tend the holy?
Maybe we tend the holy when we stoke the fire of the Holy
One within. Or maybe we tend the holy by simply sitting silently, muting all
our inner chatter.
Or maybe we tend the holy when we help the man with the flat
tire or hug the woman who mourns her husband or lend money to the one whose
pension is spent.
On a plane ride home from Israel I think I tended the holy
when I held the fussy baby whose mom went to the restroom. What a surprise that
was for me.