SPIRITUAL
LESSON
This Sunday having 30 minutes to kill before I had to dress
for mass I sat outside in the beauty of the morning sunlight. As I sat there I was talking to Papa God in
thanksgiving and bemoaning to Him a small problem for I am a firm believer in
BUGGING our Lord in all things and circumstances. As I was explaining my plight a mother with
her son passed very slowly in front of my gate.
They were unaware I was sitting there.
What I saw and the lesson it taught me came within the 30 minutes.
The mother was disheveled, dress tattered, and hair was
stringy and dirty. She carried a bag
partially filled along with a walking stick.
Her emotionless face of suffering hid her age she looks old. As she walks she was talking either to her
son or to herself.
Her son around 12 or 13 whose clothing was equally in
disarray and dirty. His curly black hair
had long lost it shine and was dull and dusky.
He too had a bag that appeared to be empty and a walking stick. He walked about three steps behind her
listening but not saying a word. He had
a flat affect his face showed no emotion he looks old for his age.
The hardness of their lives had taken its toll as they
looked for recycling materials to sell and get money for food at least one
meal. The mystery, was it just them two
or were there others who depended on food?
Seeing them prick my heart and what I was bemoaning Papa
God for; changed me to implore Papa to liberate them from hunger. I realized that my little complaints to Papa
was not to stop for hidden in them are Spiritual Lessons to see beyond myself
and be acutely aware of the suffering. Praise God my Papa, a great lesson in a quickening.
©Linda Mary Liotino ME A SERVANT OF CHRIST
MISSION 2016
©Pencil Drawing FRANCO JOSEPH 2016
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