Those who sow with tears will reap with joy.
I’ve shed some tears as of late. Another family birthday celebrated via FaceTime eased me a bit deeper into my melancholy. As has been the case since this pandemic took hold, the news added to my heartbreak. I turned off the television before that newscast ended because I couldn’t listen any longer. A day later, I viewed an appeal for assistance to hungry families and a report on the devastation of too many small businesses. If I multiplied the misery chronicled in those reports by one hundred, it would still be a drop in the bucket of injustices which affect so many of our sisters and brothers these days.
With each passing day, I worry, I give thanks for the blessing of my own family, I worry more and tears return. Then, I read blurbs in our parish bulletin about our annual appeal for Aid For Women and the Catholic Charities school supplies drive. Suddenly, the tears stopped. “This I can do something about!” I said aloud.
After conferring with my dear husband about how much we can squeeze out of our budget for these causes, I looked upward. With obvious impatience, I announced, “I wish I could find a cure for the virus,too, but I’m no scientist!” After hurling those words at our loving Creator, I humbly added, “How do you take care of all of this twenty-four/seven even when we fail to appreciate your efforts?” Within seconds, I could almost hear God’s response: “It’s love, Mary. It’s all about love…”
It occurred to me that it was time to wipe away the tears, to do whatever I could in the moment at hand and to leave the rest to God. It also occurred to me that it was time to love as God loves.
Dear God, our capacity to love is an amazing gift. Help us to use it generously.
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