This past Sunday was one of the more difficult Sundays I have had in a while.
Due to my forgetfulness (or the work of the Holy Spirit), I arrived to Mass 30 minutes early thinking it started at 9am. I was feeling especially lonely this morning and I sat in my car ‘Kip’ for a good 15 minutes before heading inside. I didn’t want to sit alone in the pew.
A few minutes after I sat down a young family with an adorable blonde curly haired girl and a four month old baby boy came awkwardly in like a flock of doped up geese. Diaper bag hanging off one shoulder, dad trying to catch the little girl as she ran down the aisle, you get the picture.
I couldn’t help but feel the sting of jealousy as I watched them out of the corner of my eye. I only hoped that they wouldn’t sit in front of me, so I wouldn’t have to watch them all of Mass. And they didn’t, but as you probably guessed it, they sat directly behind me. Sometimes I want to yell out in church, ‘Hello can’t you see the lonely, single girl over here, stop rubbing your family in my face!’ But of course this would be plain silly and I would be escorted out without being able to receive the Eucharist…so I held my tongue.
It wasn’t until an older couple came and sat down next to me that I just started to cry. You know, the uncontrollable tears that just flow freely out of your eyes. I recalled telling myself in the car to bring in some kleenexes, but I didn’t listen to my instincts. So I sat there crying with an overwhelming urge to put my head on the woman’s shoulder. I know the woman noticed and I could sense that she saw my tears and felt compassion towards me. I even thought that maybe she was praying for me.
My tears dried up during the readings. By the time the second reading (Romans) was read, I was reminded that WE ARE NOT MADE FOR THIS WORLD. And that our sufferings are NOTHING COMPARED WITH THE GLORY TO BE REVEALED. This is where my hope lies. I know in the grand scheme of things my suffering is quite small, but it is suffering and this past Sunday as I was in the midst of it, our good Lord gave me a taste of the hope that is to come. Alleluia. Thank you Jesus.
We are made for Heaven. We are made to be in union with him. Whether or not we are married, single, fruitful or childless. We are made for Him.
Let us take this prayer with us this week and offer our suffering up for all those who are lonely in the world, especially those who are not in relationship with our Lord, for this is where our strength, our hope and our heaven lies.
Brothers and sisters:
I consider that the sufferings of this present time are as nothing
compared with the glory to be revealed for us.