Pain

 

Today, my hands are full of sorrow, of loneliness and suffering, bearing forward unseen, carrying a cross where every empty heart shines in the light of God's love and is filled with peace and joy for those whose eyes will not close so the soul might see the Face of Christ in peace, being filled by the Holy Spirit with power to love and to disclose divine love.

Comfort denied, prevented, hurts twice as much because it thrusts pain forward in every gesture. He bids me go with Him, to suffer with Him, and demonstrate His divine love until I may rest in peace again seeing the gift of love bestowed brightly visible.

He asks for prayers with which to comfort all those who were forced to die by dictators, without any comfort.

He asks for all to pray for all those whose homes were callously bombarded by greedy selfish animals, and all the young lives cut off from life without mercy, and destruction.

Let the tongues who cry out for war fall off the beasts who crave war. In their place, all those who suffer at their hand should ask God for forgiveness and mercy over the whole earth until the sounds of hatred and violence falls silent.

I do not know when I will realize the pain has been alleviated, and God has walked among us again to assert His reign, but I do not whimper; but move with Christ until He is satisfied that there are men and women in the world who do themselves love God beyond everything and move forward until they meet Him face to face and the meaning of the world we live on is made manifest to our darkness with the satisfaction of Almighty God.