Thursday, the 17th week of Ordinary Time
Mass at noon: Tuesday, - Friday
Saturday at 5:00 - Sunday at 9:00, 11:15am
When the people gather for prayer, all are welcome.
Saint of the day - Eusebius of Vercelli
Readings for today’s Mass
Here is what Jeremiah said about his visit the potter's shop: I went down to the potters shop, and there he was, working at the wheel. Whenever the object of clay which he was making turned out badly in his hand, he tried again, making of the clay another object of whatever sort he pleased. Notice that the potter does not give up on the clay he is working with, doesn't set it aside and start with new clay. He reshapes and refashions what he has to make it into something more suitable that the previous try.
That is the point Jeremiah wants to make with Israel. In the Old Testament, prophets show up when Israel is turning away from the Lord. Jeremiah reminds us of the mercy of God who has the power to destroy or to restore. Like the potter, the Lord works with what is there, gently reshaping the clay into the finished product for which it was intended.
With all the ways we fail to live up to the covenant, God never gives up on us. Like clay in the hands of the potter, our flawed nature can be gently coaxed into a thing of beauty, an earthen vessels where God dwells.
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said: I’m lonely— I’ll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see Darkness covered everything, Blacker than a hundred midnights Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled, And the light broke, And the darkness rolled up on one side, And the light stood shining on the other, And God said: That’s good!
Then God reached out and took the light in his hands, And God rolled the light around in his hands Until he made the sun; And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun God gathered it up in a shining ball And flung it against the darkness, Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between The darkness and the light He hurled the world; And God said: That’s good!
Then God himself stepped down— And the sun was on his right hand, And the moon was on his left; The stars were clustered about his head, And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod His footsteps hollowed the valleys out And bulged the mountains up.
Then he stopped and looked and saw That the earth was hot and barren. So God stepped over to the edge of the world And he spat out the seven seas--
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed— He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled— And the waters above the earth came down, The cooling waters came down.
Then the green grass sprouted, And the little red flowers blossomed, The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky, And the oak spread out his arms, The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground, And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again, And the rainbow appeared, And curled itself around his shoulder.
Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand Over the sea and over the land, And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand, Fishes and fowls And beasts and birds Swam the rivers and the seas, Roamed the forests and the woods, And split the air with their wings. And God said: That’s good!
Then God walked around, And God looked around on all that he had made. He looked at his sun, And he looked at his moon, And he looked at his little stars; He looked on his world With all its living things,
And God said: I’m lonely still.
Then God sat down— On the side of a hill where he could think; By a deep, wide river he sat down; With his head in his hands, God thought and thought, Till he thought: I’ll make me a man!
Up from the bed of the river God scooped the clay; And by the bank of the river He kneeled him down; And there the great God Almighty Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky, Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night, Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand; This great God, like a mammy bending over her baby, kneeled down in the dust toiling over a lump of clay till he shaped it in is his own image;
Then into it he blew the breath of life, And man became a living soul.