When coming to prayer tonight I felt a flood of concerns pour out from the day, people and places whose situations are all so desperate: a second earthquake in Nepal, a friend’s husband in hospice care, Central American refugees who are robbed by taxi drivers in Juarez after a perilous journey through Mexico, others who I met on Sunday night who are traveling by bus to all corners of the U.S. today, shelters for immigrants in southern Mexico that have no volunteers, no food, no clothing for the increasing numbers who need their assistance…and then the usual dear ones who have a special claim on my heart. So many people in need, so many suffering and alone. It is overwhelming.
I thought of Sister Margie at the Motherhouse who always invites people to choose a bead on her rosary and then promises to carry their intentions as her own when she prays the beads many, many times each day. “That way I don’t have to worry about forgetting anyone!” she says.
How much fuller must God’s heart be with the pain and suffering of all creation? God’s heart holds it all with infinite awareness, tenderness and compassion. But in God’s heart is also the limitless creative, healing power that transforms every speck of fear, grief, pain and despair into…LIFE!
So my prayer is to believe that my full heart tonight is held within that great heart of God. And then, like Sister Margie, I don’t have to worry about forgetting anyone.