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Meditation: John 1:29-34

Behold the Lamb of God… . I saw the Spirit come like a dove down from the sky. (John 1:32)

What do you think? Did John actually see a lamb? A dove? A man with an amazing sense of integrity, holiness, and dignity about him? How many of us would be deeply grateful to have the spiritual awareness of Jesus that John described—even if we didn’t have the excitement of seeing visions and getting instantaneous revelations!

Whatever it was that John actually saw, we can be clear that the Holy Spirit allowed him to perceive Jesus’ holiness and deep connection with the Father. Whether or not he saw a real dove is not as important as recognizing what it was that moved John to testify so boldly about Jesus. He had spent his life preparing himself and his fellow Jews for the coming of God’s Messiah and the age of salvation. So when Jesus came to him, his heart was ready.

Just as John was able to perceive the wonder of Jesus, we too can “see” the Lord in a powerful way as we open ourselves to the Holy Spirit. During this day of Sabbath blessing, we have an extraordinary opportunity to sense Jesus’ holiness, love, and grace: in the Scripture readings at Mass, in the brothers and sisters who join us to celebrate the Lord’s passion, and most powerfully in the body and blood of Christ offered to us in the Eucharist. As we gather to worship the Lord and receive him as the source of all life, we can encounter a God who will never abandon us, a God whose heart is filled with grace and power to meet all of our needs.

John the Baptist saw Jesus in a new way, and his joy was complete (John 3:29). The same can happen in us today at Mass as we ask the Holy Spirit to open our eyes. Then, as we see Jesus in this new and life-giving way, we will be compelled to bring this vision into our world every day. Like John, we too will cry out, “Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away our sins!”

“Holy Spirit, open my eyes to see Jesus today. Come, Lord, and reveal your presence to me.”

1 John 2:29–3:6; Psalm 98:1,3-6

In the Liturgy

For the feast of the Most Holy Name of Jesus, I invite the readers of Vultus Christi to join me in meditating the Iubilus Rithmicus de Amore Iesu, better known as the hymn, Dulcis Iesu Memoria. The Church sings portions of the hymn on January 3rd, feast of the Most Holy Name of Jesus, but also at Lauds on the solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, at Vigils (or Office of Readings) on the solemnity of Christ, King of the Universe, and at Lauds on August 6th, feast of the Transfiguration.

Authorship

For years this beautiful poem on the mystical love of Jesus was attributed to Saint Bernard of Clairvux (1091-1153). The earliest manuscripts of the text are, however, of English origin and date from the 12th or early 13th century: one is a Missal from Lesnes Abbey near Greenwich, written between 1178 and 1220, the other is a book of Laudes in the Bodleian Library.

Increasingly, specialists are advancing the hypothesis that author of Iesu, Dulcis Memoria may have been none other than Saint Aelred, Cistercian Abbot of Rievaulx, even if the Benedictine scholar Dom André Wilmart, while sympathetic to an Aelredian authorship, stopped short of positively ascribing the text to him. There is, however, general agreement that the author of the Iubilus was an English Cistercian monk of the 12th century.

The hymn was, somewhat arbitrarily, divided into three sections for liturgical use in the Office of the Most Holy Name of Jesus. The translation here is by Father Edward Caswall.

At Vespers

Jesu, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest!

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than tby blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!

O hope of every contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind thou art,
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah this
Nor tongue nor pen can show:
THe love of Jesus, what it is,
None but his lovers know.

O Jesu, light of all below!
Thou Fount of life and fire!
Surpassing all the joys we know,
And all we can desire!

Thee will I seek, at home, abroad,
Who everywhere art nigh;
Thee in my bosom's cell, O Lord,
As on my bed I lie.

With Mary to thy tomb, I'll haste,
Before the dawning skies,
And all around with longing cast
My soul's inquiring eyes;

Beside thy grave will make my moan,
And sob my heart away;
Then at thy feet sink trembling down,
And there adoring stay;

Nor from my tears and sighs refrain,
Nor those dear feet release,
My Jesu, still from thee I gain
Some blessed word of peace!