When Jesus had come in sight of the city, He wept over it and said, ‘If only today you knew the ways of peace! But now your eyes are held from seeing. Yet days will come upon you when your enemies will surround you with barricades and shut you in and press on you from every side. And they will dash you to the ground and your children with you, and leave not a stone within you, for you did not recognize the time and the visitation of your God».
Yesterday while walking I was meditating on the chance that we have as christians, that we have the faith to look for at the moments of pain and agony. This faith gives us the hope in the eternal divine goodness. A God of mercy and compassion. We are blessed to have a divine revelation and promise of eschatological joy.
What a deep divine sadness that man has not been able to recognize the Savior, who dwells in him. Since he has not wanted to recognize the divine presence in his life, man lives a life of dismay and easily loses himself in little things without hope. This is no longer a simple cry from the past of 2000 years, but it is valid even today.
Yes, we say that it is valid what God is crying out in this moment of crisis. Hospitals are full of the sick, small shopkeepers are closing their stores, many have lost their jobs and men who are well, are walking as normal. God tells us, if you become aware of all that you can do, by your actions and gestures, you can bring much relief to society.
If we say that it is valid that man does not apply the faith he received at his baptism and he no longer listens to the Holy Spirit who speaks to him all the time. With the small means that we have, we can, like a mustard seed, make a new world, so that the Kingdom of God may take root in our society.
Let us give thanks to God, for the people around us, for the technology that helps us, for all the goods we have today. May our lives themselves be a thanksgiving to God.
Action of the day : Live a live of gratitude.
Daily Quote from the Early Church Fathers:
Jesus fulfills the beatitude for those who weep,
by Origen of Alexandria