What kind of society have we become? What kind of people have we turned into? How can someone run over a human being lying ill on the road and drive away, even while others cross the other side of this Jericho road, either afraid to help, or unwilling to become involved? Surely these questions must now trouble our collective consciousness as we witness a level of barbarity, incivility and intolerance previously unknown in our country.
In a society where words have become weapons, social media a pliant tool in the hands of the politically idle, where those alleged to be leaders of criminal empires are adorned with more US currency than many of us are afforded by the banks and given 21-gun salutes at their funerals, Jesus stands knocking, waiting to be let in, waiting to be afforded pride of place again, waiting to reclaim this piece of rock named after Himself.
In today’s gospel, Jesus tells us to be neither fearful nor anxious about our present lives and future security. Instead He asks us to trust that what He has given to us will be sufficient to not only see us through, but if we manage it wisely, our reward will be great in Heaven. But who amongst us is not fearful and anxious? Who amongst us is not weary of the promises made by those in whom we have repeatedly reposed our electoral trust?