As Valentine’s Day approached, I prayed, “Please God, will you send me a rose?” Soon that dreaded day would arrive, when girls receive roses from their boyfriends. But I knew I would receive none. I had no suitors.
St. Monica: “Son, as far as I am concerned, nothing in this life now gives me any pleasure. I do not know why I am still here, since I have no further hopes in this world.”
This morning the dome of heaven is swaddled in heavy, gray clouds, but the air is light and crisp and paper-thin, like the translucent veil which divides the Church Militant from the Church Suffering.
I have brokenness, and I have loved ones with brokenness. Whatever our response has been to the brokenness in our world, we need to inhale deeply of the truth that our Lord is the one who is making all things new.
Here are some simple suggestions anyone can put into practice to make their Lent more fruitful.