I was able to get to Mass last night, even though I was so tired I was yawning and practically falling asleep. But what is Lent, if not making some sacrifices. Such a small thing, my going to Mass when I am tired, into a church that is packed to the gills – as packed as Christmas or Easter! For me, it is a big deal. But it is good.
I hope to have a fruitful Lent. At this point, every day feels like a trial, so I give it to God. Not in the way that I expect it to miraculously stop, but in the way that I offer up my suffering. That, my friends, is one of the best things about being a Catholic, we believe in the value of suffering. We don’t see it as a punishment, we can, if we really want, believe it is a blessing and thank God for it.
So, off into the suffering world I shall go! I may be delusional about this, but I do believe I see a tiny-pin prick of light at the end of this tunnel. Or maybe I just believe that because I need to so desperately.
Has not man a hard service upon earth, and are not his days like the days of a hireling? — Job 7:1