Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened,
and I will give you rest.
A friend recently reached out in sadness. She’s maintained her stay-at-home status in an effort to stay healthy and to allow for minimal visits with nearby family. Though my friend is grateful for time spent with her own family, she misses her parish family. Attending Mass hasn’t been an option as she’s considered a part of our most vulnerable population.
I understand my friend’s sense of loss. I shared the other day that I lived down the block from our parish church. This allowed me to drop in whenever I felt the need. I took the term “God’s House” literally. Whenever I went inside, I knew I was in God’s company and I always felt welcomed there.
Later, when my family moved to a new neighborhood and a new parish church. I was at a terrible loss because I didn’t feel at home in that new building. When I complained to my mom, she assured me that God not only abided in our new church, but also deep inside of me. My mom insisted that I could talk to God wherever I was, not only in church. I told my friend that the same is true for her. Just as God remains in our churches, God remains within her and within all of our parishioners. Truly, God abides within each one of us.
The moral of the story is this: Wherever we are, God is also there and it’s the perfect place to pray.
Loving God, thank you for inviting us into your company wherever we happen to be.
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