If only we remembered to find the Holy in every Thursday, not just on Holy Thursday. There is a lot more holy going on than we take notice of, give honor to, give thanks for.
There is holy in the joy of an new baby. There is holy in the mundane chores that keep our household going. There is holy in the grief that changes our life and the person we are. There is holy in those who serve the sick, who minister to the faithful, who teach our children, who repair our cars, who sack our groceries. There is holy in the farmer who tends the fields, and the garbage man who takes our trash and the chef who feeds the hungry. Holy surrounds us.
I know, right now, holy can feel far away. We're challenged, struggling, and lonely for the life we used to know. People we love are staying away in the name of safety, people are sick and dying. People have lost jobs. We're shaky at best, we're afraid.
And...we are holy. We have the capacity to give of ourselves even in the midst of these losses. Everything feels impossible and we long for what used to be our reality. Here is the deal, every loss holds the opportunity for growth. Growth of the holy, growth of strength, growth of our hearts. What is growth you might ask? It is when our shells crack, light is let in, and let out. The cracking part hurts, oh so much. It's hard, sometimes lonely, often overwhelming and always holy.
Whatever is cracking your heart now, know that light and love will somehow accompany it. Even if it is not evident at this moment. It will come. So if you need to cry in the process, cry. If you need to rest before you go on, rest. If you need to wail, then wail. All of this is holy. All of this.
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