I pray you are right, FRiend : /
Dear Lord, give us strength.
Tatt
I realized something (once, a long time ago ... like when I kissed the Pope's toe, having swum the Tiber ‘n all.)
It's about trust in God. This was refreshed in me when I had been meditating on the last glorious mystery and I found that our Lady was gently guiding me to acts of confidence in Our Lord, as: Lord, I have no clue what you're doing here, but I trust that you do and you will make all things well.
Our brothers protest (see what I did there?) that we put our trust in a man, we who, corporately, endured Borgia popes! Trust a man? No further than I could toss a sedia gestatoria!
I trust a promise, the need for which is evident to me, and the Lord who made it. And, yes, it's not always easy, until we go to the sanctuary of God. Then we glimpse the end not only of the unjust, but of those who laid their heads down like children.
His promise, despite appearances, is good. So I hold, by his good grace.