ISAIAH 63:9
In all their distress he too was distressed,
and the angel of his presence saved them.
In his love and mercy he redeemed them;
he lifted them up and carried them
all the days of old.
SOLITUDE
We the ordinary people of the streets, do not see solitude as the absence of the world but as the presence of God.
Encountering him in all places is what creates our solitude.
For us being truly alone means participating in God’s solitude.
God is so great that nothing can find room anywhere else but within him.
For us, the whole world is like a face-to-face meeting with the one whom we cannot escape.
We encounter his living causality right there on the busy street corners.
We encounter his imprint on the earth.
We encounter his Providence in the laws of science.
We encounter Christ in all these “little ones who are his own”: the ones who suffer in body, the ones who are bored, the ones who are troubled, the ones who are in need.
We encounter Christ rejected, in the sin that wears a thousand faces. How could we possibly have the heart to mock these people or to hate them? This multitude of sinners with whom we rub shoulders?
The solitude of God in fraternal charity; it is Christ serving Christ, Christ in the one who is serving and Christ in the one being served.
How could apostolate be a waste of energy or a distraction?
We, the Ordinary People of the Streets by Madeleine Delbrêl.
PRAYER
In the midst of the shattered hope and losses of loved ones, our only response to suffering people in Fukushima is silence and solitude. No questioning, no human words will do enough. Lord, you see ordinary people in Fukushima suffer. They search for the Divine One to know the meaning of their seemingly meaningless life. Lord, please whisper your hope in their hearts, so they may rise again from the ashes.
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