This dark, cold, blustery morning reminds me of my gratitude for headlights. The passing thought of “why Catholicism” found a simple analogy of thankfully seeing two headlights cut through a snowstorm. The headlights, communion and suffering, both of which our sweet angels envy, both answer and question how this noble tradition found a home in my soul. We must embrace our suffering as the unique gift of “making up what is lacking” in the Passion of our Lord. This is our profound chance to partake in not just our own cross’s calling but our salvation. It is our acceptance of Heaven’s culture to choose humility and gratitude in facing our crucible. A new strength is found hidden in an unassuming wafer. We must compassionately support those that suffer and encourage their hope and lead them, regardless of their faith, to consider the Bread of Immortality. Console those warring against difficult odds that our eternity starts here on earth and ebbs ever closer with each Holy Communion we receive. Let agape be our shared knowledge so that the hurting may feel the heartbeat of Christ within.
Please remember to turn your headlights on.
Note. For some reason I feel compelled to ask if you would share this thought with someone today.