Apr 22 2006
Divine Mercy Gratitude
For many years, I wished that someone had told Mary to get up off her derrière and give Martha a hand. We all know the anxiety of preparing the house and meals for special guests. I felt sorry for the ninety-nine sheep when their shepherd left. Were they safe? Were they fearful? I sided with the young man who had worked so hard for his father, only to see his dead-beat brother, the Prodigal Son, get all the glory. I resented the fact that workers could show up late to the fields and receive the same wages as those who had been toiling since sunrise. For many years, I never recognized, or understood, mercy.
Mercy, that He allows me moments within busy days to contemplate His love. Mercy, that He came after me so many times when my head was stuck in a fence. Mercy, that He forgives me and takes me back after each transgression. Mercy, that no matter how late we come to Him, we will receive the same reward of entering into His love as others who have known Him all their lives.
The abyss of Divine Mercy. No time there; no boundaries. Let us tumble in, “though our sins may be as scarlet”.
