On the eve of the Ascension, we pause to remember that Christ, Wisdom incarnate, once walked among us. The poetic voice of Baruch marvels that divine Wisdom, once hidden, chose to dwell with humanity. And tomorrow, we celebrate the moment that same Wisdom, now risen and glorified, returns to the Father, not to abandon us, but to open heaven to us. In a world so often turned upside down, this passage roots us in something unshakable: God came near. And God has not left. As we watch the headlines unfold, wars dragging on, climate records shattering, democracy wobbling under the weight of lies, and people stripped of dignity, we could be tempted to ask, “Where is Wisdom now?”
She’s here. She is in the aid worker in Rafah, carrying a child out of rubble. She is in the courtroom interpreter, helping an asylum seeker find her voice. She is in the college graduate, boldly walking into a future shadowed by debt and division, and still daring to hope. She is in the mother’s cry, the protester’s chant, the voter’s prayer.
The same Wisdom that “crossed the abyss and walked through the deep” (Baruch 3:32) now moves through the fire of our times, not removed, not untouched, but present. Christ, the living Wisdom, has shown us that glory does not avoid suffering, it walks straight through it with love.
The Ascension does not lift Jesus away from the world, it lifts the world into Jesus. He bears the wounds of war, the scars of injustice, the cries of the oppressed and ascends with all of it, bringing our humanity to the throne of God.
So what does this mean for us, now? It means we have work to do. If Wisdom has lived with us, and if Christ is enthroned in glory, then we are not helpless. We are called to be bearers of Wisdom in a foolish world. To love where it is costly. To speak truth where it is unpopular. To hope where hope seems naive.
The world does not need more cleverness. It needs courage soaked in divine wisdom. So on this eve of Ascension, let us ask ourselves: • Where are we seeing Wisdom today? • Where are we called to live as if Wisdom still walks among us? Because the Gospel truth is this: She does.
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