November 8, 2025

Getting sick is some of the best prayer of my life!  Indeed, when we are sick, we do not have the luxury of designing disciplines or undertaking spiritual exercises or practicing mantras.  Rather, we are confronted by the full weight of our creatureliness and, in an instant, we must make an interior choice: depend on the living God or wallow in the psychodrama of our own selves.  This quiet and hidden decision is truly the essence of prayer; the rawness of our humanity desperately presses against some feeling of the transcendent, which is worth more than all of the Hosannas and Hallelujahs that have ever been uttered!  Let’s therefore spend some time this week reflecting on the sickliness of our earthly condition, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears as we are all doing in one way or another.  May such an awareness be motivation for us to get in the habit of being constantly desperate for a health that lasts.  We shall rejoice as our prayer is heard by the one who is constantly sick of seeing us suffer.  Ave Crux, Spes Unica.

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