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Getting The Good Deal

Monday, November 9th, 2009

We’ve all heard it said that some people get a raw deal in life. But how do you get the good deal?

About ten years ago, my old girlfriend was looking to buy a car and I was helping her out. Aftr searching for a long time (too long a time), she noticed a car for sale by a private owner. She wasn’t comfortable going alone and so I went with her to help out.

We drove to a public spot to meet the seller and check out the car. After meeting the man and looking at the car thoroughly, we left and checked out some of its history. She decided she wanted to buy it.

“Can you come with me? I’m not good with the negotiating part, and I’m not comfortable with it. Could you do that part for me?” She wanted an advocate.

OK.

We went to the house and met with the seller and his wife. We chatted a little bit in the kitchen, and then the ladies went into the living room so the men could get down to the dirty work in.

Well about 15 minutes later we came out to the living room with no black eyes, no bloodshed, and with a deal done. My girlfriend came away with a nice car and an extra thousand dollars. She got a good deal. Why?

Because she had an advocate.

In the world, we meet up a lot of times with circumstances that are impossible for us to face ourselves. Broken politics, a broken Church, a broken family, a sinking society, dark news from the culture of death. How do we face it? How do we confront it all, as little and weak as we are on our own? How do we live in it and live sincerely and with happiness?

Well, if we give ourselves to the Lord, He will not leave us to ourselves. “I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you.” (Jn 14:18)

He sends us the lawyer from Heaven to negotiate life in the world on our behalf.

He sends us His Spirit.

He sends us The Advocate.

“And when he comes, he will convince the world concerning sin and righteousness and judgment: concerning sin, because they do not believe in me; concerning righteousness, because I go to the Father, and you will see me no more; concerning judgment, because the ruler of this world is judged.” (Jn 16:8-11)

Then, we will get the good deal in life.

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Always Welcome

Friday, November 6th, 2009

A few months ago, I was in late night Eucharistic Adoration at St. Clement’s Shrine in Boston. Now, I have the 3am-4am Saturday night shift, and with the Shrine being right near the nightclub hotspots, the only things going on around the area are, as an old friend used to say, “nuthin good”.

So around 3:15 or so, I heard a very loud crash on the street outside. Another person inside the Shrine ran outside. A few moments later, there were sirens. I stayed and began to pray the Divine Mercy chaplet.

Well, I kept praying after my friend returned inside the Shrine. Suddenly, I began to be inspired to pray for all who were dying. It was so much so, that I continued the rest of the hour offering the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament to the Father in the chaplet. It was so strong, I even continued til 4:30.

Praying the chaplet for the sick and dying was something that I used to do a lot more regularly, but something that I had strayed from. I don’t think I prayed it for all the sick and dying since the days I was volunteering in the hospital.

Well, after I left, I went by outside to see the accident scene. A car had been driving pretty fast and missed the curve. It went directly into the side of a building. I looked around at the bits of debris and noticed guaze packages strewn about. My heart sank. It was serious, I thought.

Later that day I received a phone call from my cousin who I had just gotten in touch with. Two weeks earlier I finally made it around to visit his parents in the nursing home. My uncle was suffering from serious dimentia, but in the last visit I was able to speak with him and he seemed very happy to see me. “You are always welcome. Always welcome. Good good good.”

So in the phone call, my cousin shared with me the news: my uncle had died. He had been rushed to the hospital suddenly for unexpected complications on Friday morning. I asked him when he passed. In the very early hours of Sunday morning.

About an hour after I had finished praying the chaplet.

“Truly, truly I say to you, he who receives any one whom I send receives me; and he who receives me receives him who sent me.” (Jn 13:20)

How awesome is the infinite Mercy of the Heart of Jesus! Who will give themselves to Him? Who will be sent?

Will it be you?

Behold I come; in the roll of the book it is written of me; I delight to do your will, O my God; your law is within my heart. (Ps 40:7-8)

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Ambassadors For Christ

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

A few years ago, I was volunteering at a Boston hospital as an Extraordinary Minister of Holy Communion, and one day I was making visits with the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. I came into one room and met a young woman Dana who was suffering very much but was very friendly. I noticed that she walked with a cane, and at that very weakly.

“I’m very weak,” she said courageously. “The disease I have is very rare. I only have a few months to live. But it’s also taken my sight.” Then she said, “I have a bible here – could you read some of it for me?”

Let me tell you, that’s like asking Pavorati if he wants to sing, or LeBron James if he wants to play hoop. “Sure – what would you like to hear?”

“I like John chapter 6.” So I opened the scriptures and read the chapter to her as best I could.

She received the Lord in Holy Communion, and afterwards, before I left, she stopped me and said, “I’m going home in a few days – could you call me and read the Bible once in a while?” Ummm … weell … I don’t normally cross those boundaries, but something about this time … OK. She put her name and number in large letters on a piece of paper.

About a week later or so, I called her up, and began to read the Bible to her. She experienced a great deal of pain and anguish over her disease, which was slowly but painfully taking her life. The Lord Jesus had brought her back to the Church only a few years earlier after a half-broken life, and she had requested that she might be a victim soul for Him. A few months later, she was diagnosed with this painful, rare, terminal illness.

But Dana had great wisdom and spiritual insight, a great and personal love for Jesus, and just listening to her, even in the midst of her periods of discouragement, was inspiring to me. It was just such a privilege to be able to know this suffering saint.

I knew that this young woman was so especially precious to Jesus, and I knew that my visits that day I met her were all about her.

How Jesus loves those who believe in Him! What a privilege it is to share in His love and service to His little ones!

If you give yourself entirely to Jesus, if you follow Him, you will be with Him in His greatest works. “If anyone serves me, he must follow me; and where I am, there shall my servant be also; if anyone serves me, the Father will honor him.” (Jn 12:26)

But you won’t just be an observer, not just a passive fly on the wall. No, He will send you in His name, and your hands, your feet, your face, your voice, your words, all these will be His.

“So we are ambassadors for Christ, God making his appeal through us.” (2 Cor 5:20)

And He will do His greatest works of mercy through you.

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
Because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives
And recovering of sight to the blind,
To set at liberty those who are oppressed,
To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord.” (Lk 4:18-19)

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Becoming A Treasurer

Friday, September 11th, 2009

A month ago, my friend’s father came by my father’s house to help me with some electrical work. We were updating all the electrical outlets and switches in the house. He’s a master electrician – I was the apprentice.

One of the things he gets to do, being a master, is change the outlets without turning off the power. Now that can be a very dangerous thing, right? A good zap of 120 volts through the body on a hot and sticky summer day and I could end up in the hospital. But I trusted him, and after a little teaching session, I was off to change outlets and switches on my own without the power turned off.

The first one went fine. The second one was a little different. I first knew something wasn’t going right when I got a little zap from the metal box in the wall. Then, while I was trying to move a wire around, all of a sudden there was a big spark, a loud smack, and switch came out of my hand.

I was OK. The switch was OK. The outlet was OK.

But after that, I made very sure that the power was off before I touched an outlet.

So, later on, his wife Mary came by to bring us some food. She had just the meal that he liked, with a thermos of tea that perfectly hit the spot. She came by again later with some low-sugar pudding for a snack, just what he was looking for. Low-sugar because he’s diabetic. “Are we going to have some dinner?” I asked with my belly grumbling. “Oh no, this is all he needs. Just this snack,” Mary answered. She seemed to know exactly what he wanted, just what he needed, and she got it for him.

So, as we got to talking, my friend’s father joked that he may not have enough gas in his car to make it home. Now, in the language of their 50-year marriage, that really meant that he didn’t have any money on him.

So Mary opened up her purse, took out a few bucks, and gave them to him.

I’m thinking, what this guy does is amazing with electrical work, and here he is, this master electrician who can change electrical outlets without turning the power off, who risks his health doing it, and all the fruit of his work, all the pay he receives from it, all his money, is his wife’s. She holds everything and she decides where it goes.

Why does he hand everything over to her?

Because she knows just what he wants and she gets it for him. She loves him and listens to him.

God does amazing things, right? He does things that we could never do, He is the Master. But, for all that, His wife holds all His treasure. Mary holds all the fruit of his works. She keeps all God’s treasure in her heart. She holds everything and she decides where it goes.

Why does God hand everything over to her?

Because she knows just what He wants and she gets it for Him. She loves Him and listens to Him.

“Behold the handmaid of the Lord, be it done unto me according to your word.” (Lk 1:38)

God desires to give us His gifts, His treasures. They are ours to have. If He trusts us. If we love Him and listen to Him. “If a man loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.” (Jn 14:23)

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Giving Back To Get

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

A few years ago, I was riding a bus to work in the early morning, and it was crowded. I was sitting in one of the front seats of the bus, one of the side rows that faces into the main aisle. Well, at one stop, a woman got on, and, trying to be polite, I got up and offered her my seat. “Oh, thank you,” she replied, and she took my seat. I continued to stand, thinking it’s good for me because I’ll be sitting most of the day at the office anyway.

Well, several stops later, the man sitting next to her got up to get off the bus. Then the woman did something amazing.

So kindly, she moved over to the guy’s old seat, and offered me back my original seat. I couldn’t believe it. It was such an unexpected and moving gesture. So, I took my old seat back, and we sat together and talked a bit until she got off. I thought, what a privilege to be next to such a person. I’ll never forget it.

Why did she do that? I think it’s because she appreciated the giver more than the gift. Why do I think that? Because she was willing to give up the gift to be with the giver.

What inspired the disciples to leave all the good gifts God had given them and follow Jesus? What moved them to give back to God their families, their careers, their possessions?

They appreciated the Giver more than the gifts.

And so they got to be next to Him, they got to be with Him and speak with Him. They got to be with the Son of God Himself and form a bond with Him that He never forgot. They got a share of His Life: eternal life.

The Lord offers us His seat along the way of life. He offers us the gift of His place. He gives us all His best things: our family, friends, possessions, career. It’s great to receive all these things, He’s very pleased when we do.

But there’s a problem. When we keep those things for ourselves, we can’t be next to Him. But if we offer them back to Him, we get even better:

We get Him.

“And every one who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or lands, for my name’s sake, will receive a hundredfold, and inherit eternal life.” (Mt 19:29)

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The Victory Of His Resurrection Is Ours

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Today was the inaugural Mass for the return of Perpetual Eucharistic Adoration at St. Clement’s Shrine in Boston. It was a great, great day. There were so many incredibly beautiful and powerful aspects to the day, it was just a great privilege to be there.

But I have to say, my favorite part was when Cardinal O’Malley placed the monstrance in its resting place, for all to adore the Lord in the Eucharist. It’s the spot from which He will be perpetually adored for the first time in 40 years in the city of Boston, the very ground zero of the sex abuse scandal. I couldn’t hold back the tears. I can only describe it as the victory of the resurrection.

Tonight, in the wee hours of the first Sunday morning of His perpetual adoration, I’ll be at the Shrine adoring Him. Tonight, Saturday night, I’ve got a 3-6am night shift. There’s a reason why that’s special for me.

St. Clement’s is right near Fenway park. Now, I grew up loving the Red Sox. Even as a young kid, I used to beat my father to the morning paper and read the sports page every day, to see the final Red Sox score and read about the game. By the time I was twelve, I had learned all about decimals and fractions and formulas from reading all the Red Sox stats in the paper.

And then, later in my life, how many times I was drunk in the bleachers with my buddies, yelling at Yankees’ players, and then hitting the bars afterwards to drink more, inhale a bunch of cigarettes, and chase women. And then there are the nearby bars on Boylston Street, where I used to spend many late hours doing the same thing. You know, there may not be a bar in all of Boston that I haven’t had a drink in.

Those late night hours were a time for me to spend in other traps, too. If I wasn’t “fortunate” enough to find a willing woman, it was a time to give in to an internet pornography addiction.

Six. That’s how many addictions the Lord has taken me out of in 4 years. Most people have to struggle and labor for their whole life to get out of one of them. But He has taken six addictions from me, without my seeking it. Sports, two sexual addictions, drinking, smoking, and, yes, caffeine. All because I gave in to His voice, to His Love.

So tonight, in the middle of the late night shenanigans, I will be with Him. In the very hours when I used to be doing those same things, I will be with Him, in His glory, being perpetually adored for the first time in 40 years. Whether I am sitting there or kneeling there, I don’t know how well I’ll be praying for the revelers. I don’t know what I’ll be saying, or if I’ll be able to listen to the Lord. I hope I can stay awake. But when I hear the partiers outside I will know that I don’t belong to that life anymore. I’ll know very clearly that He has taken me from all that.

Now I’m with Him. Now I belong to Him.

You see, in His own resurrection to glory, in His greatest moment, He’ll show me my own resurrection.

His resurrection is for mine.

Do you remember Mary Magdalene? The Lord had cast seven demons out of her, and on the morning of His resurrection, He appeared to her first. Now when he rose early on the first day of the week, he appeared first to Mary Magdalene, from whom he had cast out seven demons. (Mk 16:9)

Why is she the first one He visited? I think I know.

Because that was the very hour when she used to be most trapped by those demons. That’s the hour that she used to be most separated from God. So, that’s the hour that she adores Him most. He stood before her resurrected and showed her that she doesn’t belong to those things anymore. She is with Him, she belongs to Him. To put it in a nutshell, He showed her her own resurrection, and that her resurrection is the reason for His.

Jesus’ victory isn’t to be in heaven. The Son has always has been in heaven with the Father and the Holy Spirit. The Holy Trinity is eternal, right? So no, the real victory of His resurrection isn’t His own.

It’s ours.

But in fact Christ has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who have fallen asleep. For as by a man came death, by a man has come also the resurrection of the dead. For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive. But each in his own order: Christ the first fruits, then at his coming those who belong to Christ. (1 Cor 15:20-23)

The Lord comes to free us, He comes to take us out of all the things that separate us from God and hold us back from fulfillment. Nothing is impossible for Him, and there is no trap that His Mercy does not have a release for. If you think you are separated from God, if you can’t find fulfillment in life, go to His Heart. He is the only one able to give us a resurrection, and He desires it the most.

Because His resurrection has its victory in ours.

Happy Solemnity of the Assumption!

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Unlocking The Kingdom

Friday, August 14th, 2009

My friend Nate and I have been working on my father’s house this summer, and one of the tasks on the to do list was to put in some new locks and door handles.

Now, the main front door of the house has a lock that is probably as old as the house. It’s a deadbolt with a key hole on each side. It’s rock solid and has a specialized cut to it. So, because a new lock wouldn’t fit the same way, and because this original is so solid and has the nostalgia factor going for it, it was decided that it would be best to keep the old lock and spruce it up. Nate offered to polish it. And a few days ago, he brought it back.

Wow, did it look good. As long as I’ve been alive, it had always looked dull and blackened, but now it was shiny brass. Great, I thought.

But Nate said there’s one problem.

It doesn’t work.

What? I put the key in and turned. Nothing. It didn’t work.

We tried assembling it on the door, and that didn’t help. I thought maybe the brass cleaner had just clogged it up. So, we tried WD-40. Then we tried WD-40 again. And then again. But whatever we tried, it still wasn’t working. Finally, I said, “Nate, let’s go to a locksmith. He’ll know. There’s probably something simple that we’re missing.”

So we went up the street to the locksmith.

“Hello, I have this lock, and it doesn’t seem to be working. We polished it up, and I think brass polish might have clogged it or something. We used a little WD-40 on it.” I handed him the lock, and WD-40 oozed out of all it’s crevices.

He took the lock and the key and started working it. He flipped it over, rotated it, turned the key, and played with a little piece on the back of it, a piece that we couldn’t figure out. Then he put the odd little piece in just the right position, and viola. “It works,” he said. He took a marker and marked on the lock how the odd little piece should be positioned for it to work.

Can I give you something for this? No.

And that was it. Two minutes, if that, and the key was opening the lock.

Nate laughed, “How embarrassing. I feel this big.”

“This is great!” I laughed. “The lock works!”

Each of us, like Peter, has been given the keys to God’s Kingdom. “I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven.” (Mt 16:19) In the Church, we are given all the things we need to unlock the Kingdom and enter. But what happens if you’re confused by them? What happens if you struggle to put things together and use them?

What happens when your key doesn’t open the lock?

Then it’s time to go to the Locksmith. If you try to do it yourself, it becomes a mess. But the Locksmith will know. A few twists and turns, and He’ll get the key working. You have to be little, you have to be ready to feel “this big”, but it’s worth it.

You get the Kingdom of heaven.

“Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” (Mt 19:14)

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Perpetual Eucharistic Adoration

Thursday, August 13th, 2009


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Perpetual Eucharistic Adoration is returning to the city of Boston for the first time in 40 years, at St. Clement Eucharistic Shrine in the Back Bay. The website is here:

www.adorationboston.org

This Saturday, August 15, on the Solemnity of the Assumption, Cardinal O’Malley will celebrate the 11am Mass at the Shrine and inaugurate perpetual adoration. A few from the community of cloistered nuns who last held perpetual adoration at the Shrine 40 years ago will attend. (The Shrine changed hands a few times before the Oblates of the Virgin Mary received it in the late 70’s.)

There has been a lot of local and national coverage, including Catholic.org, American Papist, CatholicTV, the front page of the Boston Globe, and on Cardinal O’Malley’s blog. There are also ads on two billboards in Boston (the picture at the top of this page), on a few places in the subway system (the one below), and in many parishes.

Anyone who is local, Catholic or not, please feel free to come by and adore. And if you’re not local, please pray for continued adoration at the Shrine!

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Francobollo

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

While I was in Italy in June, I spent some time in Assisi. So one day, I went to the post office to mail a bunch of postcards. When I got there, my heart sank. The line was almost to the front door. At the first window a woman was impatiently waiting, and the person behind the glass was busy doing something.

A few minutes went by and nothing. Everyone in the place knows each other, everyone’s chatting. Post office in Italy. It’s gonna be a looong wait.

So, I started praying.

Well anyways, a woman came to stand behind me in line, and the man in front of me apparently knew her. So, he leans over my shoulder, with no regard for the concept of personal space, and begins having a friendly chat with the woman behind me. I continued praying. “Italy,” I’m thinking. “So be it.”

So after a nice 5 minute chat over my right shoulder that I wasn’t included in and couldn’t understand at all, he turns back and sees my miraculous medal around my neck. Suddenly, without saying anything, he reaches out and picks it up into his hand. Then he says something in Italian that I don’t understand. He reaches into his wallet fishing around, and now the woman behind me is into it too – she pulls out her wallet. The man couldn’t find what he was looking for, but the woman took out a handful of miraculous medals and said some things I couldn’t understand.

We all admired.

“Italy,” I’m thinking again. “So be it.”

Meanwhile, the line hasn’t moved. The same woman is standing by the window at the front, and the postal worker is still doing something. I thought, maybe I can get stamps somewhere else. Maybe someone can help me find another place.

Out came … the phrasebook.

I thumbed through quickly, looking for “stamp”. There it was:

Francobollo.

I pointed to where the stamp goes on a postcard and asked the woman behind me in my broken Italian where I could get stamps. “Scuzi, dov e francobollo?” She indicated a place up the street. I asked how much they cost. She didn’t know. It looked like I was stuck waiting in the line. So much for francobollo.

Well, just then, the strangest thing happened.

Suddenly, I heard the man in front of me say, “Francobollo.” Next thing, he’s talking to the people in the line, and the whole place. He turns back to me, and motions me to go ahead of him. I start hearing “francobollo” from everywhere. I didn’t understand what was going on. Are they going to have some fun with the American?

Well, this is what happened: the whole line parted in front of me, and everyone motioned me to the very front of the line.

I was thinking, “This is Italy – somebody is not gonna be happy about this.”

But everyone was. And they were smiling!

I couldn’t believe it. Even the woman, the one who had been standing at the window all this time, she stepped aside too.

Now I was all alone at the very front of the line, standing at the window.

I leaned forward and said in my best Italian, “Francobollo?” How many? Six.

I got the six stamps and walked out in complete amazement. The whole way I thanked everyone. Gratzie, gratzie, gratzie. They thought nothing of it. Amazing!

What happened?

Well, francobollo in Italian doesn’t just mean “stamp”.

It also means “miniature”.

What if I wasn’t praying, and what if I got impatient and got a little offended by the man leaning into my space and over my own shoulder. What if I responded with a little reprimand, or moved away. What if, when he took the very medal around my neck into his own hand without asking, what if I got angry with him, pulled back and tried to mutter something in broken Italian? What if I thought myself above that Italian culture?

What if I didn’t have the spirit of “So be it”? What if I wasn’t francobollo?

Do you think he would have gotten the whole line to part for me? Do you think I would have gotten the francobollo treatment? No, I think I might still be waiting in that line.

When the angel Gabriel came to Mary, he was bringing her news that she was going to go from last to first. She was going to go from the very lowest slave of God to Mother of God. There is no lowest place and no highest place in all creation.

Why?

Because she was francobollo. “Let it be done to me according to your word.” (Lk 1:38) So be it.

If you have a difficult situation in your life, if you feel as if you’re last in line with other places to be and it seems like other people are not quite helping the matter, be francobollo with Mary. And God will raise you up with her. “Whoever humbles himself like this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” (Mt 18:4)

In Italy, it’s the francobollo treatment.

So be it!

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Joking and Yoking

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

About 10 years or so ago, I volunteered as a math tutor on Saturday mornings for students in my high school alma mater in Boston. The tutors would sit in classrooms, and then the students would come in for 40-minute periods as if they were in class. In fact, it was called Saturday Success School.

One student who came in regularly was Corey. Back then, he was a little seventh-grader with big eyeglasses and a huge backpack. Each Saturday, he showed up for his tutoring session with me with a big smile. Why a big smile for tutoring on Saturday morning?

Well, because you see, both Corey and I were big fans of the Simpsons.

So, once he sat down, out came all the Simpsons episodes from the past week’s re-runs. And all my Simpsons impersonation talents were put to good use. There’s the Montgomery Burns’ “Eeexcellent Smithers!”, Homer’s “Doah!”, Martin’s “My cat’s breath smells like cat food!”, Barney’s belch, Principal Skinner, Apu, Groundskeeper Willie, Krusty the Klown, Mayor Quimby, Moe, Otto, Chief Wiggum, the list goes on.

For the first ten minutes we laughed about the Simpsons. Everyone else was at work tutoring and tuteeing away, and we were laughing and joking.

And then, I would say, “OK, you ready?” At that point, I tell you, I never had a student so focused, so quick to learn as Corey. We plowed through all the problems, all the work, like it was nothing. I tutored for over ten years, and I never had anyone catch on so quickly and improve so much. His math grade went from D to A. He went from one of the worst to one of the best.

Well, at the end of the term, all the tutors got little “awards” of appreciation. When I went up to get mine, the director said to me, “Jerome, you have a special note on the back of yours.” When I got back to my seat I turned it over. She had written a note: “Thank you for your commitment to the Saturday Success School. Corey said you were the best tutor he ever had.”

Why?

Because we were joined through the Simpsons, of all things. It was the thing Corey loved the most.

We were joking and yoking.

The Lord is the great Tutor of life, and he calls us to be joined to Him by a yoke: “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Mt 11:28-30)

What does He mean by lowly in heart? How is His yoke easy?

Because He yokes Himself to us through our favorite things.

Nobody really likes having to get a tutor, because it usually means you’re familiar with failure. You have to focus attention on your weakness. It’s not restful and it’s not easy. But the Lord knows exactly what we like. And He is lowly in heart. When we go to Him for help, He’s going to meet us in our favorite things. He gives us the lift we need, the comfort that gives us confidence and puts us at ease to trust Him and follow Him.

If the Lord calls you to Himself, don’t be afraid of the Tutor or what He’s going to ask of you.

Go. He will put you at ease and make you a great disciple, because He is lowly in heart.

He will take you from your worst to your best. He’ll be the best tutor you’ll ever have.

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