Today I took a group of men to help in a project of fencing the diocesan grounds in Santa Rosa. I didn’t get to ask someone to arrange this until yesterday, but he got seven folks to come.
They worked a long day in the heat – enduring the lack of organization of those responsible for the project. They were the last to leave – at about 3:30.
I had bought two packages of sweet bread to give them as we left. I apologized for the lack of coffee and expected that they’d take the bread home to eat. But I guess they were hungry and shared about two pieces apiece.
One young man in his mid or late twenties was in the front seat beside me. He ate one bread and then turned around and had someone put the other bread in his bag. For my daughter, he said.
He has two kids, including a six-year old daughter. He’s been married (in the church) for seven years.
But here he was setting aside a bread for his daughter, even though he was probably hungry and tired. He thought of her – not himself.
I am moved by this little act of fatherly love, which reflects God’s love and affection for each one of us.
As I prayed over this tonight, I remembered another experience a few years ago, while visiting El Salvador. I was on a bus returning to Suchitoto where I was staying. A young man had two small little girl shoes in his hands. He looked at them and touched them with such tenderness.
So is God’s love for us – full of tenderness, overflowing in mercy, gifting us with love, sometimes in the form of a sweet bread or a pair of shoes.