TELL ACHING HUMANKIND
Today is E (election)-day in Ontario. It's snowing, this is not such a good sign for an already very low voter turnout in advance polls. On the other hand, I don't think that low voter turnout means that deep, important changes are not happening under the surface-- I can feel the desire for an un-namable change in me, "there is something like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I am weary of holding it in, and I cannot" (Jeremiah 29:9).
What is this something?
I'm thinking of Newfoundland and Labrador premier Andrew Furey who announced (this week) that he is leaving politics and returning to his community to work full-time as an orthopedic trauma surgeon. Premier Furey's media announcement and Q&A that followed was a fireplace poker in my memory.
I'm thinking of a car accident I had in the early 1980's and how an Ontario orthopedic trauma surgeon put me back together again.
Breathe.
What am I weary of holding in?
What also is aching humankind--
weary of holding in?
Pause.
I'm thinking of something someone wrote me in an email this week: "Tell aching humankind to snuggle close to My merciful Heart, and I will fill it with peace." --Saint Faustina's Diary, #1074.
This is what I'm going to do after I vote today.
