I’m sure you’re familiar with homesickness. Perhaps you, like me, feel a little homesick right now. Perhaps you, like me, feel as if you’re never really home, no matter where you go, no matter where you live.
In virtue of the sweet Virgin’s sinless life of exemplary faith, hope and charity, she is rightly honored as the preeminent model of the perfect Christian. In the life of Mary, one which was “adorned from the first instant of her conception with the radiance of an entirely unique holiness” (LG 56), is revealed how we are to live as authentic disciples of our Lord Jesus Christ.
After a long pause, John told me about a terrible fire-fight he’d experienced in the war. He didn’t describe any of the details. There was no talk of blood or bombs or bullets or shredded bodies. What he did say, is the Lord had saved him. And he didn’t know why.
I think everyone agrees that they’re constantly searching for something. Some purpose. Some meaning. An answer you must have. A point of fulfillment you desire. Yet, if you’re honest with yourself, you never seem to fully possess what you’re seeking.
As I celebrate Thanksgiving, I notice there’s something missing. My heart longs for a different kind of celebration in a different kind of place. And until I am there, there will always be something missing.