I once heard of a woman who was found throwing handfuls of dirt and mulch at a statue of Mary in the courtyard of a Catholic hospital. Someone called security, and as the guard was on his way over to confront her, he happened upon one of the chaplains who escorted him to the scene. When they entered the courtyard and saw for themselves what was going on – now she was yelling at the statue – the chaplain stopped the guard from approaching, explaining, “She’s not vandalizing the property, she’s praying!” Would that my own prayer might be so authentic! Would that instead of sitting complacently in the system of hideouts I have developed in my head, I might actually have the courage to honestly share my feelings with the Lord! Would that I might trust that much! Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
March 9, 2024
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