“Nothing great is ever achieved without much enduring.”
St. Catherine of Siena
(a pre pandemic January sunrise at Rosemary Beach / Julie Cook / 2020)
There is an excuse for some anxiety today, but no one has a right to be without hope.
Yet the prophets of gloom abound, and the disciples of hope are few.
Ven. Fulton J. Sheen
From The World’s First Love
Yep, I’ll be the first to admit that these have been some trying times.
And yes, much like everyone else throughout this global ordeal, I have found myself fretful,
fearful and even angry.
We, humans, strive to control our destinies no matter what.
We like to believe that we are the captains of our own ship.
And we want to steer those ships upon the seas of life while
sailing into only calm waters.
But life, much like a wild horse, will not yield to being tamed.
The seas will pitch and roll at will.
We find ourselves tossed about in a maelstrom,
growing anxious as both frustration and depression set in.
If we throw in an already deeply divided and often hate-filled nation, we have the makings of
a most toxic mishmash of fear, bitterness, and resentment all sprinkled with a heavy dose
of a pandemic…it doesn’t get much worse.
The prophets have been touted and proclaimed… the prophets of falsehoods, ill-will,
Prophets with a little p, prophets who profess conspiracy, animosity, divisiveness
and even hate.
But that need not be our fate.
We can make a conscious decision.
We can choose to set ourselves a part.
We can step aside from the small prophets
opting to be a disciple, a follower of Hope…
Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand,
and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance,
and endurance produces character, and character produces hope,
and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts
through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.