I believe I shall see the good things of the Lord
in the land of the living. Psalm 27:13
My to-do list had become an annoying burden. I wondered aloud how I’d gotten myself into all of the work it represented. Before answering, I decided I needed to rest The weather precluded a walk and I couldn’t concentrate enough to read so I grabbed the TV remote. When nothing piqued my interest, I settled for an old movie which I already knew would end happily. Because I didn’t recall many plot details, I decided to watch it again. In the end, I’d be relaxed and ready to tackle that list…
When the movie ended, I wondered why life in the real world doesn’t always unfold as pleasantly. Television’s “happily-ever-afters” allow heroes to save those in trouble in the nick of time. Lonely widowers meet loving widows, organ donors are unexpectedly found, wayward children reunite with their families and absentee fathers become stellar dads. I asked aloud, “Why can’t real world troubles be remedied as easily?”
While looking upward for a response, I considered all that God has already done. God provides for our needs with the gift of Creation, particularly our human family. Though television’s happily-ever-afters seem to come about a bit too easily, they do have a place in reality, even if that place is to inspire us to assume our own roles as heroes as best we can. After all, we’ll find all of the inspiration we need in God’s love for us. If we truly get into character, we’ll do as God does. We’ll make happily-ever-afters a reality for those we’ve been given to love as only we can.
Dear God, inspire us to make happily-ever-afters a way of life for everyone.
“Amen, I say to you, no prophet is accepted in his own native place.”
From Luke 4:24-30
Glenda and I lived on the same block for six years. We were classmates from first through sixth grade who played together whenever we could. During sixth grade, we endured some troubles. Glenda began to blossom into a young woman quite noticeably and I managed to annoy our teacher on a daily basis, regardless of my genuine effort to do just the opposite.
One day, Sister announced that we must read the essays we had just written to the entire class. Since Glenda and I were shy, we trembled in unison at the thought. When it was my turn, I managed to read my work without a fumble. When Sister called Glenda next, I closed my eyes and prayed that she would also do well. “Get her an A, Lord,” I begged. A giggle in the back of the classroom interrupted my prayer. A second giggle prompted me to open my eyes. By the time I focused on Glenda, everyone in my class was laughing, except for me. When I noticed that Glenda’s blouse had unbuttoned, I was mortified for her. Fortunately, Sister took control and sent Glenda and me out of the classroom.
While I explained what had happened to Glenda, Sister mercilessly reprimanded the rest of the class. Poor Glenda sobbed until I managed to convince her that we were the lucky ones because the rest of the class was in trouble. Glenda and I were ostracized by our classmates for a month or so because we “got them into trouble.” Never mind that they were the ones who initiated that merciless laughter. As for Glenda and me, our friendship grew stronger than ever. As for Sister’s issues with me, The good nun managed to muster a bit more patience when it came to judging my behavior.
Dear Lord, it isn’t always easy to do the right thing. Thank you for helping me to put my friendship with Glenda ahead of my standing among my classmates. Help me to put my friendship with you ahead of everything.