July has been a difficult month for me. I am slowly recuperating from a bad case of bronchitis. My car has had numerous problems – brakes (twice), alternator (twice), clutch, and brake booster.
What’s almost worse is that the last week I have not gotten out to the countryside – which is what really gives me deep joy. Yesterday I did help with a workshop on Human Rights and Catholic Social Thought with campesinos from the rural areas of the Santa Rosa parish. But that’s different than being with the people where they live and work.
But this morning as I awoke – after sleeping in till 6:45 am – I had a sense that God was telling me:
I love you and I want you to share my Love with the world, with the poor.
In one way this reflects my experience in the chapel of the Basilica of Saint Clare in Assisi, before the San Damiano crucifix that spoke to Francis. As I knelt in prayer, I found myself asking God what I was to do.
Love. Love Me. Love My people. Love the poor.
All so simple – except when it comes to putting it into practice.
But then this morning, reading the entry for Father Stan Rother in Robert Ellsberg’s All Saints, I came across this request that Father Stan made to his friends, a few months before being killed on July 28, 1981, in his parish in Santiago Atitlán, Guatemala, a request that I make:
Pray for us that we may be a sign of the love of Christ for our people, that our presence among them will fortify them to endure these sufferings in preparation for the coming of the Kingdom.
So today I need to remember God’s love for me and ask for the love to be a sign of Christ’s love.
As Father Stan did, so do I ask for your prayers.
We are in this together.
It’s all too simple.