Having been raised in a Catholic school I probably have just
as many memories from being in church and religion class than I do of anything
else that happened in all those eight years.
In fact more than fifty percent of my entire fifth grade year was one
long religion class, but that’s a story all of its own. Back in those days the songs we sang in mass
and in class tended to lean towards the peace, love, and harmony motif; think “Kumbaya.”
There was one song we sang quite often
called “Pass it On”. It starts, “It only
takes a spark to get a fire going / and soon all those around can warm up in its
glowing.” I liked the song, but I couldn’t
sing it because it was always in a key too high for me. So it became a joke to sing it really
high and ridiculous. Maybe that’s why I
have remembered it all these years. And
still, when it replays in my mind, it is in my too high and ridiculous voice. Ironically that song came to mind in mass
tonight in a moment that was definitely not ridiculous.
Easter Vigil mass is my favorite mass of the year. It starts in complete darkness and after the
first few readings the new Paschal candle is lit and the flame is shared to
light the candles we are given before mass begins. Bit by bit, flame by flame, the light spreads
until at last the entire congregation is warming up in the glow of candlelight. That one flame is enough to share with everyone
in the church, and yet it is never depleted.
As long as the flame is fed it will burn brightly and sustain a light
that can be infinitely shared and multiplied. In the end that single flame is responsible for bringing the church from total darkness to a light bright enough to see clearly.
Like the song says, “that’s how it is with God’s love, once
you’ve experienced it.” The light from the Paschal
candle is meant to symbolize God’s light. Substitute the word, love, for light, and the
meaning is the same. Just like the flame,
God’s love can be infinitely shared and multiplied as long as it is fed and
protected. God’s love is alive. It can’t be hidden away or abused. It must be fed through prayer, reading His
Word, and sharing it with others. Spread
His love to everyone. Pass it on. Pass
it on.
I didn't grow up singing that song, but learned it when I was secretary at a Catholic elementary school for 16 years. The children loved it and I grew to love it, too. There were other contemporary songs we sand at those Friday morning Masses. I still miss the kids, the Masses and those lovely songs.
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