Waiting for the Consolation

Dear Diary,

This morning was so cold and bright that the snow looked like it was holding still. Sister Mary Claire and I were ready early, and Robert gave us a ride to Church. Mini sat close and proper in the seat, with her little showdog face on, like she knew we were headed somewhere holy.

Inside St. Mary’s, it felt warm and quiet, like the world couldn’t bother us in there. Father LeRoy explained the meditation about Simeon and Anna, and he talked about that beautiful phrase: “the Consolation of Israel.” He said it means the comfort and help God promised His people after so many hard years—like a deep ache they carried, waiting for God to come close again. And Father said the Consolation wasn’t just a nice feeling. It was a Person. It was Jesus Himself—God’s peace and mercy coming in the littlest, humblest way, as a Baby in Mary’s arms.

Father said Simeon’s heart was trained on God, so even though Jesus looked like any other baby, Simeon recognized Him because the Holy Ghost had taught him what to look for. And Anna—she had prayed and served for years and years, and when she saw Jesus, she couldn’t keep quiet about Him. She spoke about Him to everyone who was hoping.

On the ride home, I kept thinking that if Jesus is the true Consolation—the real comfort God sends—then I should run to Him first when I’m worried or lonely or crabby, instead of just sitting in it.

Humble Resolution: Today I will do my duties without delay and ask Jesus to be my Consolation when I feel cross or tired.

Evening Prayer: 

Dear Jesus, Console my little heart too, help me recognize You and love You in the ordinary hours. Make me faithful like Simeon and Anna. Amen.

Love, Kathy.