Memorial of Saint Andrew Dung-Lac, priest, and companions, martyrs
I heard a sound from heaven like the sound of rushing water or a loud peal of thunder... They were singing what seemed like a new hymn before the throne... (Revelation 14:2a, 3a)
Lord of Light, we are told by Saint John in Revelation that the ones who can learn this hymn are the ones who have been ransomed from the earth and follow the lamb wherever He goes. Is it the song that allows the martyrs, like Andrew Dung-Lac and over 130,000 other Vietnamese men and women to follow You to new life through their own deaths?
The hymn cannot exclude Your death, Jesus, our ransom, and it cannot exclude my own. Yet, that is the part of the hymn I am too often unwilling to commit to memory. How more unwilling as I to die the small deaths of selfishness and self-interest? The cost seems too high, too painful, but is really just too inconvenient. Saint Mark tells us that You did not come to be served but to serve and to give Your life as ransom for many (10:45). Play me again, teach me again, the hymn of Your love. May I look to those who could learn it and seek their prayers as I, again, hear what I ought to hear.
Saint Andrew Dung-Lac and Companions, pray for us.