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Thursday, June 8, 2017

As they were going along the road, someone said to him, ‘I will follow you wherever you go.’ And Jesus said to him, ‘Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.’ To another he said, ‘Follow me.’ But he said, ‘Lord, first let me go and bury my father.’ But Jesus said to him, ‘Let the dead bury their own dead; but as for you, go and proclaim the kingdom of God.’” (Lk 9: 57-60)

A daily decision to follow Christ “wherever He goes” is not always “comfortable,” in the merely-human sense of that word. There is another kind of “comfort” we find in the Spirit of God, the Comforter, when we place our will and our life in His hands and let Him lead the way, saying, Thy will be done.

So let me take comfort today, in God’s Spirit of humility, patien...

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Comfort, comfort my people, says God. Speak, priests, to the heart of Jerusalem; comfort her, for her humiliation is accomplished, her sin is put away… The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare the way of the Lord, make straight the paths of our God. Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be brought low: and all the crooked ways shall become straight, and the rough places plains. And the glory of the Lord shall appear, and all flesh shall see the salvation of God: for the Lord has spoken it.” (Is 40: 1-5, Septuagint-translation)

This prophecy about St. John the Baptist’s “voice” or “message” talks about some kind of great leveling of the earth: Valleys shall be filled, hills will be lowered, the crooked will become straight, and so on. And all this is conn...

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Blessed are those who mourn (οἱ πενθοῦντες), for they shall be comforted.” (Mt 5: 4)

It is necessary to mourn, when one has suffered loss. But also – when someone else has suffered loss. I am called to mourn with them, rather than distance myself, because “I don’t know what to say.” This kind of distancing myself from another’s pain is self-centered, focused on my fear of “performing” inadequately in the face of someone else’s tragedy, - while it’s not about “me.” I just need to be there, mourning with the mourning, who also “don’t know what to say.”

Today I’m thinking about this because a good friend of mine, the wife of a priest, just lost her 21-year-old son. He was trying to fix an air-conditioner and fell out the window to his death. There is nothing to say. But there is much mourning...

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