After the school Mass this morning I was showing the second graders all the stuff we use for a baptism, and I opened the aumbry and showed them the holy oils. Just the slightest touch of the holy oil canister with sacred chrism leaves a fragrance on your hands. I’m walking back across the church campus thinking that this is what it should be like to be ordained, confirmed and baptized. The oil of gladness touches you and you bear a fragrance of Christ, and even the slightest contact with you should leave a pleasant odor of sweetness. This should be a waft of heaven, a glimpse of glory in this world– a little hint of the world to come.
So it is with grace. God’s grace is overflowing to us. It’s like a river. If only we opened ourselves up to the grace that is there. It would enter our lives like the holy oil. Oil is such a powerful and good symbol. It heals, it lubricates, it penetrates and loosens what is rusted and old and hard to move. It goes down deep and goes through most anything. I’m always amazed how my holy oil stocks–despite being made of impermeable metals–still leak. The oil gets through. It penetrates. It wins.
So let it be for the obstacles we face, the obstacles we are. Let grace like the oil penetrate. Let grace like the water overcome, until all that separates me from God–my hard heart-a boulder if ever there was one–is broken down, eroded and washed away