This Sunday we venerate the Holy Cross, which gives us all the opportunity to reflect on the sacrifice our Lord made for us. It should also cause us to reflect: do we really understand what it means to sacrifice, to truly sacrifice? Of course, our Lord did. He gave His life for us. And perhaps for the building of the Church throughout America, our parents, grandparents, and even great grandparents did. In reflection, consider the following story.
Two wealthy Christians, a lawyer and a merchant, joined a party that was going around the world. Before they left, their priest earnestly asked them to observe and remember any unusual and interesting things that they might see in the countries through which they were to travel. The men promised (perhaps carelessly) to do so.
In Korea, one day they saw in a field by the side of the road. They noticed a young boy pulling a crude plow, while an old man held the handles and directed it. The lawyer was amused an took a snapshot of the scene.
“That is a curious picture! I suppose they are very poor,” he said to their guide. “Yes,” ws the quiet reply. “That is the family of Chi Noiu. When the Church was built, they were eager to give something to help, but they had no money, so they sold their only ox and gave the money to the Church. This spring, since they have no ox, they are pulling the plow themselves.”
The lawyer and the merchant by his side were silent for a moment. Then the merchant said, “that must have been a real sacrifice.”
“They did not call it that,” said their guide. “They thought it fortunate that they had an ox to sell.”
The lawyer and the merchant had not much to say, but when they reached home, the lawyer took the picture to his priest and told him the story. “I want to double my pledge to the Church,” he said, “and please, give me some ‘plow work’ to do. I have never known what sacrifice for the Church meant, but a converted shaman taught me. I am ashamed to say, I have never yet given anything to my Church that cost me anything.”