Meditation is an ideal way to pray. Using God's word (Lectio Divina) allows me to hear, listen and reflect on what the Lord wants to say to me - to one of his disciples - just like He did two thousand years ago.
The best time to reflect is at the beginning of the day and for at least 15 to 30 minutes.
Prior to going to sleep, read the Mass readings for the next day and then, in the morning, reflect on the Meditation offered on this website.
I hope these daily meditations allow you to know, love and imitate the Lord in a more meaningful way.
God bless you!

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Mt 20:1-16 The Joy of Work

Wednesday of the Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time

By Benedict Augustine

“’My friend, I am not cheating you.
Did you not agree with me for the usual daily wage?
Take what is yours and go.
What if I wish to give this last one the same as you?
Or am I not free to do as I wish with my own money?
Are you envious because I am generous?’
Thus, the last will be first, and the first will be last.”

As the saying goes, “the Devil will find work for idle hands.” When a person does not have work, actual constructive activity with a greater purpose in mind, temptation and sinwill descend on the poor idler. People without jobs or any serious responsibilities must experience the stress of not working, a stress that working people rarely understand.  Unemployed people do not have fun, as some overly busy people might believe, but they must contend with feelings of uselessness, boredom, inadequacy, humiliation, guilt, and, if they have serious expenses to pay, debt and poverty.  Thus, we may complain about work, but very few of us want to lose our jobs.

Although some—like myself—may argue about the merits of her prose, or character development, or her atheism, Ayn Rand showed at least some insight in her novel Atlas Shrugged, when she describes in depth the kind of decline and decay that follows from a lack of work. In a large middle portion of the book, the protagonist of the story tries to find a man, John Galt, whom she believes might have some answers to her questions. During her journey, she encounters a small town that used to have a thriving factory providing many jobs to the town along with all the benefits derived from the revenue it produced and the economic activity it stimulated. Rand, though writing her book in 1957,accurately describes the condition of many industrial towns today, over fifty years later,which have suffered from the mass exodus of manufacturing work. Her description sounds eerily similar to cities like Detroit or Flint Michiganand probably quite a few other cities that are now doing all they can to keep the industries from leaving. In the novel, the town is covered with blight; the citizens loiter the streets, hungry and hopeless, and many of them have no access to government services like education, medical care, or public safety; even the streets have cracked beyond recognition and many of the stores and office buildings are empty or inhabited by squatters; in every part of the town, despair is palpable and pervasive. If anyone wants to know what comes of idleness, they can read the book—which is long and tedious at parts—or they can learn more about cities in the rustbelt. Whether fictional or real, these settings illustrate idleness in all its gloom and ugliness.

Most people tend to think that these desperate circumstances result from a lack of funds, not work. On an individual level as well as a collective level, less employment means less money, which then means less stuff. If communities and individuals had great stores of wealth, they would not need work; they could finally enjoy life. However, that would be over simplifying the issue. Yes, a lack of money creates stress and hardship, but a lack of productive activity can do the same. Many rich people who do not work but live off past successes or the successes of others, still have to face the demons of the unemployed. They still have to cope with addiction, feelings of uselessness, loneliness, and general depression. Many people know this through watching so many celebrities who seem to have it all but in fact wallow in despair and act with recklessness. Common sense—which, alas, is not so common—would allow most of us to see that a large quantity of money coupled with free time will mostly lead to something bad. Nevertheless, peopleblindly covet the fame, wealth, and recreation of the celebrity.

Does that mean that work, by contrast, confers so many virtues to a person? Should we all become workaholics to find happiness? While many politicians and economists would suggest this, simply working does not bring fulfillment. Honest work can stave off the misery of idleness, but it does not make a person better. Even work that compensates a worker handsomely does not make that person better, just richer. The work must have some kind of meaning or some noble purpose in order to improve the soul of a personand make him betterIn the Christian understanding, we would say that work must be subordinated to God’s will. We become better from out jobs when we do it for God’s sakeand the sake of others, not ourselves. My job as a teacher makes me better when I offer the work up to God with gratitude, with energy, and with thought. If I teach for God’s sake, I want to be the best teacher possible and make the greatest use of the gifts and talents He gave me. My job makes me better when I serve my students, a lovable yet frustrating group of adolescents, and help them develop their skills in reading and writing. I make their lives better, and that makes my life better. If I only worked for my own sake, to simply earn a living, have additional vacation, and do as little work as possible, I would actually become a worse person rather than a more virtuous one. My relationship with God as well my students and colleagues would suffer immensely from such selfishness.

Needless to say, teachers, or any employee with this self-centered attitude, do not last long at their job. They are the laborers who quarrel with the landowner for giving the same wages to the newly hired as to them. They found no joy in the work; they simply wanted the wage. Because they had a selfish mindset, their work did not improve them as people, but made them envious and petty. Would they have rather languished in the street, uncertain about making any money that day? Do they really think that those workers hired in the last hour had a better day than them because they waited like idiots on the street instead of working with purpose in the field? Do they think that such complaining entices their employer to hire them another day?

Naturally, some people have this idea when considering the Christian life. They think they assume only burdens and live a life of denial and guilt while their heathen friends and family have a party each and every day. Like the prodigal son’s older brother, they have a certain resentment against those elderly converts who, done with sinning and close to death, can now put that life behind them and be born again in the spirit. They envy the thief who had the amazing good luck to be crucified next to Christ. This is foolishness. By their faith, Christians receive Christ’s grace sustaining them; by their love, they have aspiritual family that will support them all their lives; and by their hope, they will persevere through any hardship and shortcoming because God’s heavenly kingdom awaits them. Christian life becomes drudgery if we lose sight of our blessings and obsess over our own interests. Instead resenting the prodigal son, the thief on the cross, or the newly hired laborers, we should have mercy on their sins and rejoice at their return home. Not only will this make us happier, but it will also make us holy. God expects this mercy of us; Jesus Christ models this mercy for us; and the Holy Spirit empowers us to act with this mercy. If we can accept this gift and command of the Holy Trinity, we can experience the joys of Heaven today as we prepare our souls for everlasting joy in Heaven tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Mt 19:23-30 Good Morning God!

Tuesday of the Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time
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Jesus said to his disciples:  "Amen, I say to you, it will be hard for one who is rich to enter the Kingdom of heaven."  ...Then Peter said to him in reply, "We have given up everything and followed you.  What will there be for us?"

Not too long ago, I met a woman who would every morning say to God, "Good morning, Lord.  Please help me today to get closer to you and to heaven."  I asked her how it was going.  She shook her head and said, "Not so good.  It seems like the harder I try the harder God is trying to distance himself from me."  Surprised, I asked her to elaborate.  She said, "The nicer I am to people the more they try to take advantage of me.  I'm trying to take care of my Father but no one is helping me.  I don't know what I am doing wrong?"

I told her, "Nothing.  You're not doing anything wrong.  In fact, your prayer is being answered and you don't even realize it."

Nearer my God to thee.  If you wish to get closer to God, then you have to get closer to Christ; and if you wish to get closer to the Lord, then you must pick up your Cross and follow Him. 

When I decided to become a priest, it meant buying into a bitter three course meal:  poverty, chastity and obedience.  Only later on did I realize that this was just the appetizer.  I knew that becoming a priest meant making sacrifices.  What I didn't realize - until much later - was that these sacrifices actually brought me closer to the Lord and to others, and that they helped me to be a better man, better friend, better lover of all kinds of souls and better minister to souls.   

"Lord, we have given up everything and followed you.  What will there be for us?"  Peter was still a work in progress. 

If you believe the Catholic Church has too many rules, then you're still a work in progress.  It means you still haven't made the transition from outsider to insider. 

Jesus and sacrifice go hand-in-hand and for good reason.  Where there is sacrifice, there is love; and where there is love, there is God.  For God is love.

Tomorrow morning, wake up to the lover that is beside you, behind you, above you and below you.  Say good morning to God!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Mt 19:16-22 Is that All?

Monday of the Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time
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A young man approached Jesus and said,
“Teacher, what good must I do to gain eternal life?”
He answered him, “Why do you ask me about the good?
There is only One who is good.
If you wish to enter into life, keep the commandments.”
He asked him, “Which ones?”
And Jesus replied, “You shall not kill;
you shall not commit adultery;
you shall not steal;
you shall not bear false witness;
honor your father and your mother;
and you shall love your neighbor as yourself.”
The young man said to him,
“All of these I have observed. What do I still lack?”
Jesus said to him, “If you wish to be perfect, go,
sell what you have and give to the poor,
and you will have treasure in heaven.
Then come, follow me.”
When the young man heard this statement, he went away sad,
for he had many possessions.

This Gospel elicits a response that we know all too well as Christians: What did you just ask of me, Lord?!?!

This Gospel also elicits controversy. How, after all, can we take these words literally? My parents have three children to feed and four college degrees to be paid for. I can’t give up my car and walk from the suburbs to Dallas every morning for class. The question is then, how can we possibly live out this radical call? It is frightening to think that we are living in a manner inconsistent with the demand Jesus gives us. We shouldn’t be afraid, though. Instead, we should look at this Gospel as Jesus’ call to go outside of ourselves in the spiritual life.

Jesus replied, “You shall not kill; you shall not commit adultery; you shall not steal; you shall not bear false witness;honor your father and your mother; and you shall love your neighbor as yourself.” There is something to be said about the rule-followers of society. After all, rules are rules for a reason. The Church gives us certain guidelines and instructions for our own welfare-- not because the male-dominated hierarchy loves to micromanage every aspect of our lives, as popular opinion would have it. However, we cannot be so caught up in following rules that we become spiritually self-absorbed.

So many Catholics, especially among the youth, resist temptation and sin so vehemently that they become spiritual introverts. The faith becomes a constant examination of conscience. I have seen people refuse to receive Communion because they said a bad word when they stubbed their toe. It is great that some people strive for virtue. But is this introversion really heroic virtue—the cause for sainthood?

Jesus said to him, “If you wish to be perfect, go, sell what you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven.Then come, follow me.” The word ‘heroic’ comes from the same Greek word meaning “warrior, protector, or defender.” You probably didn’t need that explanation, but think—what is a warrior, protector, or defender? Do they fight battles that lie solely within themselves? What great Christian spends his entire life defending himself? Jesus Himself lived in a hostile time, much like we do. He was surrounded by temptation as well. But yet, his entire life was poured out in service for the poor—that is why we know that He is infinitely holy. And He demands the same of his followers.

There is a hospice near my house that I like to stop into on Saturdays. This past Saturday, I was running late getting there, so I worked a different job. I normally work in the kitchen, but the kitchen was closed at that point.Instead, my volunteer director gave me a list of rooms that I should go to for manicures. I don’t even do my own nails anymore, given that I go to school with girls and play sports and instruments and whatnot. Needless to say, it was interesting. I ended up spending at least a half hour in each room trying to fix the mess I made on each patient.

There was something that really struck me that one of the patients said. She wasn’t someone I normally work with, but she immediately caught sight of the Miraculous Medal that I wear, and began talking about religion. Many of the patients are very strong Christians. She told me about how that morning, her preacher lady (so I immediately knew she was not Catholic) came to visit her and pray with her. She said she had been a Baptist for eighteen years, having left the Catholic Church. She said that the preacher lady visited her every week, and all the members of her community loved to pray for her, call her, and visit her. She said she had never been able to find a Catholic community that was accessible and supportive to her.

Ouch!!! I didn’t know what to say. It seemed surreal that she had told me all of that, a complete stranger. I promised her I would “work on it.”

When the young man heard this statement, he went away sad,
for he had many possessions. Are we working on it? Are we going to let more people leave the one true Church because we cannot step outside of ourselves in service and in love? I think I know why service is uncomfortable. Sometimes I do not want to go to the hospice because I am unable to face the depth that I find there. Faith becomes reality in the faces of suffering people. Their life is their faith that they will be saved. Seeing faith as reality forces you to change your ways and your perspective—and that is so uncomfortable. You can kill two birds with one stone—service brings about self-conversion while positively affecting the lives of our brothers and sisters.

Don’t go away sad and fearful from the call of God. Jesus is telling us this: it is great to be holy and follow the commandments to the letter, but we can do more. We can attain heroic virtue. Yes-- take time to make sure you are spiritually squared away, but after that, never neglect to go outside ofyourself in service. Push yourself.

Pope Francis recently said this: "The church sometimes has locked itself up in small things… Ministers of the church must be ministers of mercy above all." As Christians, let us live every day in service. Just as a side note, the Church has a nifty list of “works of mercy” that are awesome to reflect on and strive for. You can find them at this link:

Katie Gross is a junior at a Catholic high school in Dallas. She loves to sing, read, and run cross country.

Mt 15:21-28 Tail Between Their Legs

Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time
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At that time, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon.  And behold, a Canaanite woman of that district came and called out, "Have pity on me, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon."  ...He said to her in reply, "It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs."

Was Christ learning?  It's been said that Jesus was unaware that his Father's mission of redemption and salvation included gentiles. This interpretation has been used to explain today's harsh words from the mouth of Jesus.  But I find it to be absurd.  Why?  Because this wasn't the Lord's first encounter with a pagan.  A few chapter before, the Lord was invited by a centurion to restore the health of his servant.  The Lord didn't call him a dog or a pagan or a monster.  Instead, he asked the Roman official, "Shall I come and heal him?"  Christ's interest to help is not very surprising, but it is shocking because it meant walking straight into the home of a known sinner and enemy of Israel and defiling himself.

No.  The Lord was not abrasive to the Canaanite woman because He didn't know what to do with her or because He was torn.  He was tough with her because He knew exactly what to do.  He needed to make an example of faith out of her.  And He did just that.  

Great is your faith!   How often have you felt abused by God?  How often have you felt your face and your dignity slapped down by God?  I think most of us have.  So, what was your reaction?  Was it similar to the Canaanite's?  I for one have never found it easy to respond with kindness to such bluntness.  My natural reaction has always been an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, even if it meant getting all my teeth knocked out!

Let's admit it.  What she did very few people would do, even in today's highly tolerant society.  She was one incredibly unique individual.  And let's not forget: she wasn't baptized; she hadn't made her first communion; she hadn't gone to CCD classes; she hadn't been surrounded by saints all her life; she wasn't attending Mass every Sunday.  No!  She was a natural...a natural Christian.   

Come follow me!  The Lord spent years forming the heart and mind of each one of His Apostles.  After hearing hundreds of hours of sermons and learning countless lessons and parables and witnessing thousands of miracles, their initial reaction, to this woman's pleas, must have left the Lord disheartened:  "Lord, send her away, for she keeps calling out after us."  But rather than rebuking them, He added fuel to their fire.  "It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs."

Yeah!  That's right!  The Apostles must have thought.  But they never imagined what would come forth from the mouth of a "dog."

"Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters."

The Apostles were stunned, not at the Lord, but at the woman's response.  They knew, they knew, how difficult it would have been for them to respond like this "dog." 

On this day, nearly two thousand years ago, a Canaanite woman went away with her head held high, while a group of Jewish disciples went off with their tail between their legs. 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Mt 19:13-15 I See Potential Here

Saturday of the Nineteenth Week in Ordinary Time
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Children were brought to Jesus that he might lay his hands on them and pray.  The disciples rebuked them, but Jesus said, "Let the children come to me, and do not prevent them; for the Kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these." 

Why in the world would the disciples push the children away from Jesus?  I've read that in ancient times children were considered "second class citizens" and a nuisance to family members since they were unproductive - receivers and consumers rather than givers and producers. 

I don't buy it.  I think children have always been considered a blessing and a source of happiness by all families and all cultures at all times.  So why did the disciples push them away?

I see potential here.  Like so many of us today, people back then didn't have a lot of time to spend with their kids.  Like us, they were just too busy working on giving them everything but the basics, like attention, affection and affirmation.  

Like so many modern day evangelists, the disciples disregarded the serious business of raising boys into Christian men for the immediate satisfaction of turning adult sinners into saints.  

Sharing the faith with children may be easier than sharing it with adults - this is debatable - but it is clear that working with adults is more rewarding than working with children.  For example, adults can immediately begin contributing their time, talents and treasure to the Church.  They can also easily help grow the Church by sharing their faith with friends and family.  Children are not prepared to do these things.  But there is potential.  This is what Jesus saw in them:  POTENTIAL.  Potential for good or for bad.

It's so much easier to bring a child to the faith than to bring them back to the faith.  We should know this by now.  Jesus understood this long ago.  Many parents have learned it recently.  Those who wait for their children to decide who and what they want to be and believe are begging for a big surprise, maybe even the biggest surprise of their entire life!  If you don't help them to search and decide, then definitely someone else will. 

Parents and religious have an important role in forming the hearts and minds of children.  Let's not forget the children, for they are the future of our Church and of our society. 

Scary, but nothing new.  

Friday, August 15, 2014

Lk 1:39-56 How To Get Ahead

The Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary
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When Elizabeth heard Mary's greeting, the infant leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit, cried out in a loud voice and said, "Blessed are you among woman, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.  And how does this happen to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?  For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy."

How could this be?  What I find most interesting about Mary's Assumption is not the fact of her assumption but the how of her assumption.  How did she do it?  With God's grace, of course, but also through the manner in which she lived her life.  Mary reached the greatest heights by submerging herself into the greatest depths of humility.  She became the "incarnation" of meekness and holiness and of faith, hope and love. 

Her assumption is God's reward for a life lived in utter obscurity.  This fact is what I find most shocking and astonishing and most lacking when it comes to defining a successful life.

Mary's assumption into heaven is no less believable than a poor man becoming a rich man, or a homeless man becoming a real estate tycoon.  What makes their stories fascinating is how they did it.  But what makes their stories enriching and rewarding and eternal is how they did it.

Humility takes humanity a long way...all the way to heaven! 

Yesterday evening I found myself fascinated by the story of a 20-year-old aspiring model who is currently competing for the title of "America's next top model." What makes her story worth repeating is the fact that she has vitiligo, a skin condition which causes white patches to appear all over her body.

As a child, Chantelle Brown-Young was bullied in school: "I was called a cow; I was moo-ed at; I was called Zebra."  The bullying got so bad she had to withdraw from High School.  

But one day, at the age of sixteen, a female photographer noticed her on Facebook and invited her to her studio.  "She had found me on Facebook and she fell in love with my skin and my energy in pictures so she decided she wanted to do a photo shoot with me."  From that moment, her passion for modeling took off.  Today, four years later, her unique look has landed her a spot as a contestant on "America's Next Top Model's."

Who would have thought that this girl, once bullied for her looks, would one day be considered a supermodel?

Who would have thought that a humble girl, from a humble village, would one day be "blessed among women" and assumed into heaven?

"Nothing is impossible with God" (Cf. Lk 1:37).

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.  Blessed art thou among woman, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. 

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death.  Amen.  

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Mt 18:21-19:1 Forgiving The Poor and Learning From Them

Memorial of St. Maximilian Kolbe, Priest and Martyr
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Peter approached Jesus and asked him, "Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive him?  As many as seven times?"

How often must we forgive our brothers when they are so hungry and thirsty?  Here is an entry from Haley's journal.

Date: July 2, 2014
Location: Nkozi, Uganda (Nnindye, Lubanda A)

The Hunger and Thirst: I never grasped the severity of those words until I came to Africa.

Here, everyone is hungry. Everyone is thirsty.

Now, I don’t support “hand-outs” – just throwing cash at people to take away their pain. But food, food is a whole different story.

If I see someone who is so obviously hungry, and I happen to have food with me, it feels physically impossible not to give it away.

Towards the end of week three, when the hunger in their eyes really began to break me, I started bringing some of my food with me to my interviews in the village.

One day, we interviewed a few leaders from the SILC group (click "SILC group" for more info) in part of our village called Lubanda A. I brought a few snacks with me – 2 clif bars, some to-go cups of peanut butter, and trail mix. We arrived at Lubanda A around midday. The meeting was to take place in front of the SILC secretary’s home, right next to the banana garden this group was able to open up in just six months as a result of their success with SILC.

The 1st thing I always notice in each new community we visit are the children. The kids are always sure to greet me – the only muzungu (white person) they’ve seen in ages – with huge smiles and instant joy. Ask me about the kids from Kankobe Senero sometime. That, my friends, is real joy.

At Lubanda A, there was no such joy. The two children I sat with for two hours during our meeting did not smile once. Their faces were hardened, more hardened than any five or six-year-old’s face should ever be. Their clothes were torn. They looked as if they hadn’t eaten or bathed in weeks.

And as I journal here in the middle of this random banana garden on a random Wednesday in the middle of rural Uganda, I’m desperately searching for words to adequately describe the children of Lubanda A. I’ve started at this blank page for the past 20 minutes wondering where to begin, and I realize now that the only way to describe these children is lifeless, as lifeless and blank as this once-blank page.

When I looked into their eyes, I saw nothing but hunger. When I searched their hearts, I found nothing but thirst.

Aggie made me promise to pay attention during our SILC meeting and not be distracted by the kids like I always am, but I couldn’t help myself this time. I couldn’t ignore their hunger; I couldn’t look away from their pain.

Halfway through the meeting, I pulled out my snacks and instantly noticed a small flash of life in the children’s lifeless eyes.

I offered all of my food to the children, their mom and dad, and the other SILC leader present. Needless to say, by the end of that meeting, my lunch had vanished. Sure, I was hungry, but I knew they needed it much more than I did. And besides, the small flash of life I saw in their hungry eyes was enough to keep me satisfied for weeks and weeks to come.

So as much as I like to complain about only eating rice and beans for every single meal for two months (sorry peeps back home for always asking you to ship me cheeseburgers and pizza), I know that the hunger and thirst I experience most nights here will never even come close to what these people experience on a daily basis.

After living in Uganda for almost two months now, I’ve come to one conclusion: if you have food and drink on the table, a roof over your head, and a family who actually cares about you, you have very little to complain about in this life.

I can already sense how frustrating it will be to be back in America in just three short weeks – a land full of many people who have too much and love too little (myself being one of those people).

Here, love actually means something, and family, friendship, and faith are the greatest joys one has in life. I could write for days and days about the way Ugandans view these three “joys,” but all I’ll say is this: the people I’ve met here so far get life. They just get it, plain and simple. They take relationships seriously. If they say you are their friend, they mean it. They don’t gossip about you behind closed doors or make fun of you or tear you down in anyway. Instead, they hold you and feed you when you’re sick (thank you my beautiful twin Kush), make your bed and fold your clothes when you’re busy at work (thank you my sweet roomie Aggie), pray with you when you’re sad (thank you both of you), and laugh with you till the sun goes down (thank you my Princess Emily).

They never even dream of breaking their promises. If they say they’ll never leave you, they won’t. If they promise they’ll never betray you in any way, they would never dare. If they claim they love you, trust me, they mean it.

Yet the greatest thing about them is that they don’t have to say anything at all. You just know. Their actions tell you the whole story; the way they treat you on a daily basis says more than words could ever say. "[They] say it best when they say nothing at all."

So maybe they are physically hungry and thirsty. Maybe some of them are living in extreme poverty. But to me, some of the richest people in the world are more spiritually and emotionally impoverished than these people will ever be.

Every time I think I’m experiencing true hunger, I’ll think back to the children of Lubanda A…their hardened faces, their torn clothes, their lifeless eyes, their bones bulging out of their backs.

Every time I think I'm thirsty, I’ll think of the little ones in my village who rise while it is still dark and walk miles and miles to fetch water for their families. And then return home and spend yet another hungry day at school, without any sort of complaint or negativity whatsoever.

As long as I live, I’ll remember the hunger and thirst in their eyes. But as long as I live, I’ll also remember that their lives – full of real laughter, endless peace, and selfless love*** – are more emotionally rich than ours may ever be.

Glory to You, oh Lord, for bodies that are always hungry, but hearts that are forever satisfied in You.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled” (Matthew 5:6).

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Haley is a full-time student at the University of Notre Dame and a part-time blogger. You can find her at The Hunger and Thirst.