How broken must we all become, Holy Lord,
Before we turn our eyes to You? You allow separation and division to prevail all around us and throughout our world.
The plagues of our time, physical and spiritual, they multiply daily. Covid surely, but so too the desecration of Your churches, the corruption of Your priests, evil distorting all the beauty of Your truth here on earth.
Satan’s bright lines of division—-
Between lovers of life and brokers of death,
Between parents and children,
Maskers and anti-maskers,
Vaxers and anti-vaxers,
God and His humans—-
Drive wedges between us, whose caustic smoke dissolves the loving ties that bind.
Yet, where you are, there is hope—Isn’t there, Father? Small Catholic communities, in the way of Benedict, possibly? Forming to pray and support one another and our relationships with You.
Bless these gatherings, Father. Use them to conform us to Your Will, to heal us, to lead us, more and more to Your purposes.
Walking With My Brother 
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