The following is a reflection I will be offering for the World Day of Prayer which we are hosting in our parish on Friday, March 23rd at 7pm.

Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.
Taken from the Letter of St. Paul to the Ephesians, Chapter 4, Verse 15
Today we gather around Jesus Christ, and we come to Him in the form of the ñandutí, (niun-doo-tee) offered to us by the women of Paraguay.
If you look at the cover of your booklets you will see the ñandutí, an intricate lace weave, with a proper center surrounded by symmetrical, yet differing, patterns.
I could spend a good few minutes up here pointing out the obvious. Jesus is the center of our lives. We are all different, unique. We are to be like Jesus, different in our gifts, yet symmetrical with him.
I might also focus on the long history of the people of Paraguay; the history of the Guarani, the land’s original inhabitants, whose native language is one of the few to be officially recognized, and widely used in South America. I could talk about historical suffering, the role of women in a society that lost seventy-five percent of its men to wars and brutal dictators. I could focus on poverty, and our lack of a giving response, at the political and personal level.
Rather, I will focus on minutia.
You’re probably thinking, oh no, as a Catholic, minutia is something he’s well versed in.
Charles Dickens is reported to have said:
My view was that the minutiae of faith was unimportant, if the heart be in the right place. Love, charity and duty are the core of my religious life.
But today we have the ñandutí and the ñandutí is about minutia.
In our first reading we heard of Abraham and Sarah preparing a good many things for the Lord. Water to wash their guest’s feet, cakes to eat, meat from a slaughtered calf, curds and milk, and the whole aspect of presenting their hospitality before the Lord.
That, my friends, is minutia. That’s not something that’s easy to throw together. Oh honey, prepare a five course meal and make the guests comfortable. It may have taken the whole day.
We see a brief snapshot of what happened from a mile high. Consider what it took to bring it all together.
So it is with the ñandutí. You have to prepare a place to house it, a frame and an underlayment to hold it, the thread, the tools, and the time.
Sewing the ñandutí together is a process. Weaving the ñandutí is all about minutia.
So it is in our lives. It’s the minutia of how we respond when our spouse comes home in a foul mood. It’s the way we respond when we are partnered with someone who is as affectionate as a rock. It’s how we respond to the toilet cleaning, clothes washing, vacuuming, grass cutting, snow blowing chores. It’s how we respond when we come to church and one half of the church has daggers out for the other half, and all have daggers out for the pastor. It’s how we respond on Easter morning when the kids want gifts, we want to get to church, and we have to go visit uncle Bob who will regale us with stories of his first ever plane flight during World War 2.
Each and every moment is filled with minutia. We cannot escape it, medicate it, or drown it. While we’re waiting for the next big splash, the next excitement, we must use the minutia to do as St. Paul teaches: —grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ.—
In a few moments the trustees will come around and pass the basket. More minutia. We’ll pull out our wallets and look at what we might find there.
I have some receipts, I forgot to turn in the bottle return vouchers at Price Chopper, credit cards, medical cards, license, registration, Polish club membership, oh, and $30. 30 iTunes downloads, a bunch of java at Starbucks, five Lenten fish fries. How will I respond with this minutia. How will I take the minutia of my wants, desires, hopes, dreams, and fantasies and transform them into action in accord with Christ.
Dickens was wrong. The minutiae of faith is important. In it we meet Christ crucified and risen. We meet Him and are changed at the core level. What is separate is sewn together, what is discordant is made symmetrical. What is broken is made whole. What is small in our lives, the individual threads, are woven into the beautiful and perfect.
Come Lord Jesus, bind us together. Bind us under the mantle of your love.