I’ll probably remember those two friends at Mass for the rest of my life. I hope they reciprocate at least once or twice.
Meanwhile, I’ve been reflecting on the significance of the change from the old text, which sought that the faithful be brought into the light of the Lord’s “presence” to the new “light of your face.”
Such a strange and arresting turn of phrase.
I’m reflecting here not as a theologian, simply as a pray-er, but it strikes me that in the arts, when we want to demonstrate that someone is sinister, we hide or distort his face. When Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader, he masks his face, and we never see it again until his conversion. We find Lord Voldemort’s lack of face disturbing. Tolkien’s terrifying Nazgul are hooded from sight, and Sauron is merely an eye. Gollum and the orcs are hideous in differing respects, but somehow their faces give scale to the threat they pose. They aren’t as frightening as the faceless ghouls.
Of all the wicked deeds men do to one another, among the most heinous we can imagine is disfiguring a person’s face. When Time magazine wanted to highlight the depredations of the Taliban, they put a photo of what must once have been a pretty girl on the cover: with only slits where her nose had once been.
Perhaps that one line of the Mass can punctuate for us the significance of the Incarnation, which we’ve just been celebrating. Pope Benedict XVI once gave an amazing homily on the relationship between Christ’s face and ours.