Walking With My Brother

How broken must we all become, Holy Father, before we turn our eyes to You?

You are allowing separation and division to prevail all around us and throughout the world. The plagues of our time — both physical and spiritual — seem to multiply daily — Covid surely, but also the desecration of Your churches and statutes, the bright lines of division between advocates for life and death, between and within families — are forcing us to stand apart from others.

Yet, there are bright spots, aren’t there, Father? Small Catholic communities — in the way of the Benedict Option, possibly? — forming to pray with and support one another and our relationship with You.

Bless these gatherings, Father, and use them to conform us more and more to Your purposes.

In Christ’s name I pray. Amen