A week ago, I'd have told you of my considerations to save prayer for once school is over. This semester has had me so busy that my usual cut-short, guitar-and-violin-playing finger nails grew out long enough to consider a manicure! But Spring's arrival did what it always does -- namely, cause me to stop dead in my tracks to take a deep breath, slow down, and walk. I suddenly realized that Easter is just around the corner. Then, the words of the centurion in Matthew chapter 8 echoed in my mind: "Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof...". And just as soon it occurred to me: I can't do this without God's grace! But I can do all things through him who gives me strength (cf. Philippians 4:13).
Each time we attend Mass, Jesus comes to visit under the roof of our homes; his true presence -- Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity. Are we ready to host him? Imagine the person of Jesus coming to visit the place you call home. Have the tables been wiped and the floors been vacuumed and swept? Are you prepared to use your finest china and your most exquisite recipes? Or do you present him with your beautiful, everyday recipes, a lounge chair in the backyard, and a carefree afternoon spent in the company of the glorious giggles of the littlest people in your family? Or do you take him, instead, to a local, fine restaurant? Which is your scenario and how to you prepare for his coming?
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I know I can finish this semester, but I can do it so much more beautifully, peacefully, and gracefully with his help. I look out my window and see two squirrels scampering to and fro and am reminded of how easily I could slip back into the chaos and anxieties of exams...
The sun rises happily in the morning and so will I. Though the clock is still ticking, assignments still await my attention, and Easter is less than a week away, I will first take a quiet saunter down the road to smile at flowers and whistle with the birds. As I prepare to lay my weary head to rest as the sun fades away, I will hasten to the arms of my Mama and tell her about my day. I will ask her to kiss the bumps and bruises of my day and make something beautiful out of nothing. And when the sun peeks out again to bid my still-sleepy head good morning, I will rise -- ready and eager -- to cherish the gift of today.