As powerful and amazing the Eucharist is, best described as the source and summit of Ecclesial life, one of the feedbacks I’m hearing from people is that they get nothing out of it. In so doing, they simply go through the motions and hope the Priest knocks the Sunday Sermon in no more than 10 minutes. Ezekiel’s dry bones has something to say to a dispirited Catholic feeling unappreciated after faithfully serving a parish for nothing. It may work as well with a burned out Parish Priest, despite sustained efforts at calling people to conversion sees no positive results. It’s very discouraging. The well might run dry.
The text clearly presents a vivid picture of anyone who has lost enthusiasm and morale for whatever reason in the church. It is a bold response to the emptiness we sometimes feel in prayer and daily routine, operating no different from electronic gadgets, programmed as it were. It happens in some committed relationships too, when the feeling has long evaporated, couples at times perform their duties out of commitment and maybe, under duress and not passion and decide to stay in relationship only because of children.
Ministry is a stressful job. Aware that the last thing parishioners want to hear from me is, quits, I asked the Deacon to do communion service on my day off, yet to be determined but surely, it’s a time when I can replenish. Lord, I love working in your vineyard but to keep me going, I need 7 hours of sleep. It’s your church, anyway. Amen.