We Are Called to Remain Present
“The first message of Jesus is that of compassion. Mission will follow.”
“Show me first your wounds! For I do not believe in faiths without wounds.”
Those are the words of Tomáš Halík from his book, "Touch the Wounds." It is in our woundedness that we discover a God who is real, visible, and deeply present.
In "Gravity and Grace," Simone Weil writes, “Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.”
Father Denny and I were startled by gunfire that erupted the early morning after Memorial Day. The gunfire was from a high-powered rifle that riddled the side of the house. After the shooting stopped, we went outside and saw a young boy laying on the ground. He died on the scene. He was on his way to school with his backpack still on. We learned that he was Pedro Ramírez, a 17-year-old honor student from the local high school. In the days since, there have been prayer vigils and peace marches as a community comes together to mourn this child’s death, committing to work towards a safer community.
The image of Pedro laying on the ground has stayed with me. Throughout the day, and in the days after, I found myself thinking of him; how he started his day the way thousands of other children start their day, only to be ended so tragically. It saddened me. It still saddens me.
This may sound a little strange, but I am grateful, too. I am grateful that I am not callous to these senseless acts of violence. I am grateful that I was there. I am grateful for my woundedness that brings ever closer to God whose hands and feet carry the wounds; whose side, back and head carry the scars.

Tomáš Halík tells a story of how he was taken to a Catholic orphanage in India. He writes: in cots more like poultry pens lay small, abandoned children, their stomachs swollen with hunger, tiny skeletons with feverish eyes that stared out at me from everywhere, and they stretched out their pink-palmed hands out to me. The air was unbreathable.
He says he felt mental, physical, and moral nausea. “I had the suffocating sense of helplessness and bitter shame for having full stomach and a roof over my head. I wanted to cowardly run away as fast as I could from there and to close my eyes and heart and forget.”
But at that moment, he writes, a sentence came back to him from the gospel reading that morning where Jesus appears the second time in that upper room. This time, Tomáš was with them. Jesus tells Tomáš: “touch my wounds. Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side.” Tomáš’ simple response was, “My Lord and My God.”
Halík writes that “in that very moment, in that place of tremendous suffering, of which I could do little or nothing,” he realized he had seen the face of God.
The first message of Jesus is that of compassion. Mission will follow.
Fr. Richard Rohr often reminds us that God does not usually heal us from our wounds as much as God heals us through them. The suffering we would rather avoid, deny, or escape can become the very place where grace enters. The wounds of Christ are not erased in the Resurrection; they are transformed. They remain visible, not as signs of defeat, but as signs of love that has passed through suffering and emerged stronger than death.
When we dare to touch the wounds of the world—the violence that took Pedro's life, the hunger of abandoned children, the grief of broken communities—we stand on holy ground. Like Tomáš, we are invited not to turn away, but to reach out and touch. It is there, in the wounded places of humanity, that we encounter the wounded and risen Christ. It is there that compassion becomes communion and sorrow becomes solidarity.
Rohr teaches that transformation comes not by avoiding suffering but by allowing it to open us to a larger love. The Precious Blood spirituality has always known this truth. The blood of Christ reveals a God who enters fully into human pain and transforms it from within. Our wounds, united with his, become places where God speaks, where separation becomes connection, and where death gives way to new life.
And so, rather than closing our eyes and hearts to the suffering around us, we are called to remain present. To see. To touch. To weep. To love. For it is often through the wounds we carry and the wounds we encounter that we are finally able to say with Tomáš, and with all who have found God in unexpected places: “My Lord and my God.”


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