Eighth Sunday in Ordinary Time
Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me; my LORD has forgotten me. “Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget, I will never forget you. Is 49:14-15
Rest in God alone, my soul. With God is my safety and my glory, he is the rock of my strength; my refuge is in God. Trust in him at all times, O my people! Pour out your hearts before him. R. Rest in God alone, my soul. Psalm 62
But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.” Mt 6
St. Ignatius of Loyola speaks to us of moments or experiences, of Consolation and Desolation, which we experience in our daily lives. Today we might call them Good days and Bad days. Good or Bad, Consolation or Desolation these experiences are experiences of God. The call of Christians I believe is the ability to trust God in the midst of these experiences, good or bad.
Both Jesus and the Prophet Isaiah I think are issuing a challenge to us this week in the scriptures, they both speak of God’s divine providence, and God’s promise to be with us always, that he will always be by our side. However, I acknowledge that it is easy to say this but what about when life gets tuff, when is seems all we experience is desolation, can we trust God then! This is the challenge.
A woman I heard about some time ago had a son who was ruining her life.
He wouldn't work. He spent his time drinking and hanging around with trouble-makers. He robbed everything of value she had in the house. Again and again she pleaded with him to change his life, but he refused to do so. He broke her heart and made her life a misery.
Eventually he ended up in prison. Surely now she would leave him to his fate? Not at all. She visited him without fail every week, carrying food and other things to him in a little carrier bag. One day she met a friend while on her way to the prison.
'This son has ruined your life,' the friend said. 'He'll never change. Why don't you just forget about him?'
'How can I?' she replied. 'I don't like what he's done, but he's still my son.'
You could say that that mother was foolish. Yet she was only doing what any mother worthy of the name can't help doing, that is, loving her child through thick and thin. A mother never gives up. For most of us, the love of a mother is the most reliable kind of human love we will experience. It's no wonder that the Bible uses a mother's love as an image of God's love for us.
If a mother, who after all is a mere human being, is capable of such steadfast love, then how much greater is God's love for us who are his children.This is the love that we are called to trust in, that no matter what God is there, he will always be there.
Last Sunday I visited Ground Zero in New York City I was reminded over and over of how in the midst of evil, in the midst of suffering People turned to God for Strength! Why? Because they knew he was there, and would strengthen them, to hear the stories, and to see the images of Christian Hope at Ground Zero remind me that it is possible to Trust God in the most difficult of circumstances, that He Never Lets Go!