Thy Will Be Done

THY WILL BE DONE

Two weeks ago at Mass, I sat behind a girl in her early teens.  She put on a classic show of “You can make me come, but I’ll do it MY WAY.” I could just image the conversation in the car on the way over. She sat like a stone, arms crossed, glaring down. She remained that way while the congregation stood.  Her Dad glared at her and demanded through gritted teeth, “STAND UP!!” The demand landed on deaf ears.   I could sense the parent’s frustration, and the girl’s defiance building. So as not to make a scene, he let her sit there. As Mass went on, the girl stuck to her plan, not listening or showing any sign of participation. During the Eucharistic Prayer, her young brother crawled across the seats while everyone was standing, and cuddled up into the girls lap. In his hand he had the children’s version of the missalette, the Magnifikid.  She softened her poise and snuggled with him as he leafed through the pages looking at the pictures.  Soon he asked her to read it to him. Without hesitation, a grimace, or even a huff, she read to him the scriptures written there.

Isn’t it just like God to work that way? As a whisper, with love and gentleness, yet so powerfully?          Pray that God uses this Lenten season to melt away OUR WILL and allow us to hear Him whisper to us in the way only he knows how.