Tuesday of the 5th Week of Lent
Numbers 21:4-9 | Psalm 101(102):2-3,16-21 | John 8:21-30
The Israelites left Mount Hor by the road to the Sea of Suph, to skirt the land of Edom. On the way the people lost patience. (Numbers 21:4)
“Are we there yet?” Thus goes the all-too-familiar refrain of children thrilled at the thought of going someplace wonderful, but bored to tears by the never-ending journey. It becomes even more incongruous, when we remember that the Israelites spent a Very Long Time (nominally 40 years) wandering in the desert, contending with the parched heat and the lack of food.
We too will be spending many years making our way towards a jubilant reunion with the Father, and the journey will likely be more hardship than hallelujah. Do we complain about it?
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Just within the past few days, a funeral in my extended family, an invitation to a dinner hosted by St. Joseph’s Dying Aid Society, and several friends’ personal health scares, have reminded me of our tenuous hold on life in this mortal coil.
It’s prompted me to take stock of the last half-century of my own existence, of all my fabulous finishes and faceplant failings, but especially of my meandering journey of faith along the Camino di Dios (the Way of God),
of the many times I’ve left the paved road of everlasting life, to wander off into the weeds of darkness and sin,
of the many times I’ve clambered over the guard rails of Bible and Catechism, only to tumble down the steep ravines of temptation,
but especially of the many people that God brought into my daily life, who have lifted me up, dusted me off, and sent me back up onto the pathway of salvation.
Patience is indeed a virtue, and death will come in due course, but until it does, we would do well to heed the warnings of sacred scripture, and spend each day in prayer and contemplation of our received faith traditions, so as not to get lost in the spiritual wilderness.
Amen.