This morning after Mass at St. Mary’s, Sister Mary Claire and I walked home together, with Mini running circles around us in the cool air. The fall colors seem brighter every day. The maples are glowing red, the oaks turning bronze, and even the sumac along the fence line looks like fire. The cornfields are changing quickly too—the green has faded and the ears hang heavy. The farmers say the frost will come early this year, and that will help dry the corn for picking.
On our walk, Sister explained the Gospel to me. Jesus said we must love even our enemies, and do good to those who may not be kind to us. I asked Sister why we should be nice to someone who mistreats us, and she said it is because that is how we become like our Heavenly Father, who is merciful even to the ungrateful. She reminded me that Jesus gave more than what was asked of Him—His life itself—so we must try to give freely too, without holding back or keeping count.
Sister said the measure we use to give—whether kindness, forgiveness, or mercy—will be the measure poured back to us, pressed down and running over. I thought about that as we passed the cornfield. The ears, so full and heavy, seemed like God’s own “good measure,” ready to spill over with His blessing.
Tonight, as I sit by the lamp with Mini asleep under my chair, I want to remember not to judge too quickly, but to forgive and bless instead. That seems hard, but Sister said if I ask Our Lady to help, she will show me how.
Dear Jesus,
Thank You for this day, for the bright colors of fall and the quiet walk home from church. Help me to love like You do—even when it is hard. Teach me to be merciful, to forgive quickly, and to give without expecting anything in return. Pour into my lap the grace to be more like You, and keep me close to Your Sacred Heart.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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