Most Holy Trinity – Ex 34:4 b-6.8-9; Ps Dn: 3:52-55; 2 Corinthians 3:16-18; John 13:11-13
Moses, holding the stone tablets, went out to meet God and prayed: “If now I have found favour in your sight, . . . pardon our iniquity and our sin, and take us for your inheritance.”
At this point, I’m starting to realize: it really doesn’t matter who is doing the praying. It doesn’t matter who cries out to God for me, who asks mercy on my behalf, who whispers my name before the Lord.
It could be that neighbour I don’t really like, sitting in the third pew.
The boy on a skateboard who thinks Pope Leo’s homilies are “epic.”
A seven-year-old girl in her First Communion dress.
Even the one with a messy, tangled life, who spent years shaking a fist at heaven—and now finally says, “God, if You care about me, help.”
In the end, it doesn’t matter who they are.
What matters is that there be many of them.
That their voices rise, grow stronger, pierce heaven, give glory to God – in my name, for me, and yes, sometimes even instead of me.
Because in the Body of Christ, no one prays alone.
