My jaw dropped for the second time that day. Standing in the chapel at Belen Jesuit, an all boys Catholic high school in Miami, a 6'4" senior dressed in shirt and tie encouraged every person in the chapel to look up. He averted our eyes to the Christ on the Cross and said with total reverence and sincerity "this is my favorite Christological symbol in the school." I know this young man's intention wasn't for the crowd to look at him, but at Jesus...but it was hard not to. I gazed at the handsome captain of the Wolverine's football team (committed to the University of Georgia) and thought Could my students articulate to a stranger their favorite image of Christ? Could I?
Those who know and love King James probably see it for what it is; it is but a snapshot of his pre-game ritual. He places chalk dust in his hands and releases it with open arms above and beyond. But with the light shining down on him highlighting his physical strength in near majesty, it's not a quantum leap to recognize there is something spiritual about it. I believe if we start to see the spiritual in the everyday, we can approach the overly or obviously spiritual more often. We can make it our own. We can keep it at less of a distance and integrate into our everyday lives. The here and now becomes the now and here.
My next posting will feature the reason my jaw dropped for the first time that day at Belen Jesuit....
We Are All Witnesses