This morning the air was chilly, just about sixty degrees, and I wrapped my sweater tight as Sister Mary Claire and I walked home from Mass. Mini didn’t seem to notice the cool air one bit, trotting happily with her thick fur coat. Her little paws clicked on the gravel road, and every so often she stopped to sniff something in the ditch as if she was reading a secret letter from the earth.
On the way, Sister and I talked about the Gospel. Jesus said, “Blessed are you who are poor, for the Kingdom of God is yours.” I asked Sister how people could feel blessed when they are poor or sad. She smiled and told me that Jesus was showing us that heaven’s treasure is far greater than anything the world can give. “Even when people make fun of you for loving Jesus,” she said, “it only means you’re standing with Him and the saints.”
That made me think of the prophets and how they were treated so badly, yet God held them close. It feels a little like carrying a secret joy, one that doesn’t always show on the outside but makes your heart light inside. Sister told me that the poor, the hungry, and the ones who weep will be filled and comforted by God Himself. I looked at Mini bounding ahead and thought that maybe she already understands—living simply, but so full of joy.
The wind nipped at my cheeks, but my heart felt warm walking home with Sister and Mini, with Jesus’ words tucked safe in me.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, thank You for blessing us, not with riches of the world, but with Your love. Keep my heart hungry for You, and help me see joy even in the hard times. Let me walk close beside You, and may Your Kingdom be my treasure always.
Love,
Kathy
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