Day 26 - Consolation
Let the peoples praise you, O God,
let all the peoples praise you.
The earth has yielded its fruit;
let God, our God, bless us.
Let God bless us,
and let all the ends of the earth revere him.
The grateful heart is a growing heart. It grows stronger with wonder, it beats faster with grace. I remember sitting on a beach in the Philippines, as a catechist with a machete climbed a palm tree to provide our little group with fresh coconuts. We had just celebrated Mass in one of the island’s chapels – the first time the community had seen a priest that month. All was now right with the world. We sat there content, draining the milk, scooping the moist flesh of the coconut, the bounty of the ocean in front of us, the fruits of the earth around us. Private property seemed far away and, without a loyalty card in sight, life was simple and joyful. Like the lilies in the fields, we weren’t worried about anything. The voices of entitlement and outrage were far away, as we listened to the water lapping the shore. We felt blessed and our reaction was to share – no need to hoard here – but we were able to live in the moment. You can’t count your blessings until you begin to recognise them.
Dear God, may I always be aware of your blessings.
When I am tempted to despair, gently remind me to count my blessings.
Protect my heart, that it may not shrivel and dry up,
but stay fertile and fresh, so I may share your blessings
with the other pilgrims that cross my path.
Teach me to live simply, that I may unlearn wasteful habits and greedy ways.
Show me how to give and share, knowing that I will receive so much more. Amen