As Memorial Day is celebrated and summer approaches, please allow me some random musings:
In the early morning hours, on the busy sidewalk in front of St. Peter Cathedral in downtown Erie, I often observe a woman pushing a shopping cart. She is older, ragged, and clearly bearing the scars of life’s vicissitudes. The cart is filled with plastic shopping bags containing her treasures, maybe all of her treasures. The woman does not smile. Where has she been and where is she going? Is there someone who loves her? And how many more ragged ladies are pushing their hidden treasures before them on sidewalks throughout the world? The Lord was correct, the poor we will always have with us.
Albeit less than I wish, there are a few young men and a few teachers who are regular attendees at the Cathedral Preparatory School Mass that I offer each morning in the school’s third floor chapel. Other Prep students spend the time before first class catching up on homework or talking about the previous night’s game. Some pass by the chapel doors on the way to visit an instructor or friend. A few guys sit sleepy-eyed on the floor in front of their locker or rush down the hall to gather books. But these few who come to Mass set aside those other things to hear God’s word and to receive his Body. They choose well.
To those who suffer with depression or anxiety, and I know your numbers are not insignificant, consider this prayer from the words of Psalm 25:
My eyes are always on the Lord;
for he rescues my feet from the snare.
Turn to me and have mercy
for I am lonely and poor.
Relieve the anguish of my heart
and set me free from my distress.
Someone more knowledgeable about these things than I recently indicated that when a human being passes by, crows will communicate with each other: “Cawww, cawww, cawww!” Great. Life isn’t hard enough as it is, and now I have to worry about the crows making disparaging remarks as I stroll beneath them. Geesh!
Be assured of my prayers,