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Eucharist: Bless - Seeing Blessings

Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.” John 3.3

Being ‘born again’ or perhaps ‘Born Again’ has a bad rap. For many, including those who describe themselves in such a way, it is a way of describing onesself as the ‘right kind’ of Christian - a sort of proper Christian, unlike all those who don’t use such terminology.  But I don’t think that is what Jesus is getting at here.  Jesus is talking about a new way of seeing, a new way of being, that opens our eyes to the work of God, the presence of the Divine in our world.  The Kingdom of God is a term used again and again by Jesus not referring to a particular place, or a time beyond death, but to the reality of the life and action of God in the world - the way in which God’s life blesses the world. It might be more appropriate to talk of the ‘reign’ of God, meaning the place where the Divine is at work.

When we allow our hearts and minds to be open to the life, the grace, the possibility of God, then we have a new way of being and seeing the world. We have tools and a new language to talk about the way in which God acts and interacts with us and with all creation, to see the spirit of God in all that is around us - to encounter the many ways in which God has blessed and does bless us, and all creation, constantly. 

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

                                                                     Gerard Manley Hopkins