The Essentials
May 1, 2013
Wednesday
in the Fifth Week of Easter
By Colleen O'Sullivan
Some who had come down from Judea were instructing the
brothers, “Unless you are circumcised according to the Mosaic practice, you
cannot be saved.” Because there arose no
little dissension and debate by Paul and Barnabas with them, it was decided
that Paul, Barnabas, and some of the others should go up to Jerusalem to the
Apostles and presbyters about this question.
(Acts 15:1-2)
“I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear
much fruit, because without me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5)
Piety
O Lord, may I ever dwell in you
and you in me, for without you I am nothing, I have nothing and can do
nothing. In you, all things are
possible.
Study
At first glance, the reading
from the Book of Acts might seem somewhat irrelevant. No one I know ever gives a moment’s thought
to whether or not men need to be circumcised or whether we have to follow other
Mosaic practices in order to be considered Christians. That issue was settled once and for all long
ago. But here’s the bigger question of
ultimate importance in every generation: What is rock-bottom essential to being
a follower of Christ?
Jesus answers that for us by
using the analogy of a vine and its branches. God plants and tends the vine,
which is his Son Jesus. You and I are
the branches. To be a follower or
disciple, it is essential that we be firmly rooted in Christ and that we acknowledge
that all we are, all we have and do comes from the Vine. Love, mercy, grace, and forgiveness flow into
us from the Vine. No resting on our own
laurels. We can’t give ourselves any of
these gifts, nor can we sustain ourselves in the long run. If we aren’t firmly attached to our Source,
we soon wither and die. Yes, we may be
good people. We may do kind things for
others. We may be pillars of our
parishes. But we aren’t true followers,
nor can we produce fruits of lasting value unless we are firmly anchored in
Jesus.
Action
Every time I forget that I’m a
branch attached to the life-giving Vine and start behaving like I’m in control
and self-sufficient, something happens to remind me that I’m not really lord of
my life. I begin to wither and dry
up. Everything seems out of kilter. It’s only when I ask for forgiveness and
re-orient myself as a branch securely rooted in the Vine that life seems good
again. What about you? In what or whom are you rooted?