The Centurion

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Guest post by Mary Hathaway.

Father Michael H. Hull of blessed memory was my pastor at St. Ignatios of Antioch Melkite Catholic Church. He celebrated his last Divine Liturgy with the Gospel of the Centurion’s servant.

The Centurion wasn’t a believer, but he could see how Jesus spoke and things happened. Jesus used that small imperfect faith to bring him completely to Him.

Father Michael imitated this so well in his ministry.

The people would have been scared to death of the Centurion, just by seeing his outfit alone. That’s what I’ve been trying to put into words, is how much Father Michael stressed just one little tiny act is all God needs to work miracles in your life.

But if you don’t allow a person you think is not worthy enough to experience God’s love to just be there, then it’s one of the worst things you can do, if not the worst thing you can do.

I think because of a warped understanding of sin (not that the Church has it, but we as believers do) we are unsure of how to start with someone who isn’t like having a full St. Paul knocked to the ground experience.

The Catholic life is properly considered as a continuous conversion, and I would say none of us complete that in this life, as that is what the resurrection is for, but it doesn’t mean that God isn’t constantly saving us.


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      Thank you for pointing that out! I think she conflated the Centurion’s servant and Jairus’ daughter. Edited!

      “And when he had entered into Capharnaum, there came to him a centurion, beseeching him, And saying, Lord, my servant lieth at home sick of the palsy, and is grieviously tormented.”
      ~ Matthew 8:5-6

      “And behold there came a man whose name was Jairus, and he was a ruler of the synagogue: and he fell down at the feet of Jesus, beseeching him that he would come into his house: For he had an only daughter, almost twelve years old, and she was dying.”
      ~ Luke 8:41-42

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