Images are so powerful. They tap into the pool of memories, both personal and universal, that are deep within us. One image can be understood in so many ways—for different people, faiths, and cultures or for the same person over time.

Recently when the Sacred Heart of Jesus popped out in my Facebook newsfeed, memories of my grandma came flooding back. 

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She had a framed image of the Sacred Heart between her living room and her kitchen. As a young child, I remember wondering why the heart had fire and blood on it…and, quite honestly, I was a little afraid of the image. I never asked about it and she never said anything either. Same with the rosary on her nightstand (pictured below). Or the prayer cards on her dresser. But I remember them. Those images communicated a deep faith in Catholicism and belief in and devotion to Jesus that I intuitively knew she had.

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We didn’t talk about faith much, but she always encouraged her sons, their wives, and grandchildren to go to Church and she was so proud when I received my First Communion and Holy Confirmation. Her faith in God was important to her but she didn’t have to use many words to communicate that.Communion Confirmation

So often words can narrow an experience, where images can widen our understanding and welcome new insights. Words are road signs to an understanding or experience, but so often words can divide. It is images, through their universal and archetypal qualities, that can connect and unite us. Images stand the test of time, connecting generations and reaching across cultures.

Through my spiritual journey, words that used to be sufficient to articulate my beliefs, need to be re-imagined. My understanding of God and others has evolved with new experiences and insights. I like searching for, writing and finding words that resonate with me….that give me the feeling that YES, that’s IT!! THAT’S what I believe, THAT’S how I feel! There is no doubt that words are gifts of the Holy Spirit (for me, particularly reading and journaling as a path to God).  I love words. I love to write them. I love to read them (as evidenced by my book addiction).

But increasingly, it’s images that take me to a place of connectedness with God, a place that is beyond words.  Images can be a path to contemplative prayer. Images connect me to the essence of what I believe; words simply attempt to clarify or define. Images take me into Christ, rather than just talking about Christ.

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Helen Theresa Raiter Blazek  
November 16, 1914 – June 16, 1984

As a culture we seem to have self-navigated to words, preferring them to images in our effort to understand, articulate, explain and even argue about the mystery of Christ.

Instead, we can meditate upon an image, such as the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and allow the Holy Spirit to work within us and give us what we need. We can allow the image to penetrate our entire being with the prayer of becoming more Christ-like with a widened heart for the Body of Christ. We open our hearts to hearing what God is saying at this moment and time with an image.  We let the Holy Spirit bring our heart understanding, rather than the thinking mind.

What images of your faith have resonated with you through the years? How was faith communicated through the generations in your family? Share in the comments.

May you have a Blessed Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

 

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