Robert could not pick us up for Church this morning, so Sister Mary Claire and I walked. It was one of those bleak March days when winter does not seem quite ready to let go. The gravel road was wet and muddy in places, and the snow lay in thin patches across the fields. Mini trotted ahead of us, her little paws splashing through the puddles while the cold wind blew across the open land.
Sister Mary Claire held my hand as we walked along the road toward St. Mary’s. The sky was pale and gray, and the bare trees stood quietly on both sides of the road like they were waiting for spring.
While we walked, Sister began explaining today’s meditation about Jesus at the Court of Herod. She said that when Jesus was brought before Herod, the king asked Him many questions because he hoped to see a miracle. But Jesus did not answer him at all. Sister said Jesus could see that Herod’s heart was not sincere. He only wanted to satisfy his curiosity.
The road stretched ahead of us and everything was very quiet except for the sound of our boots on the wet gravel. Sister Mary Claire said that sometimes Jesus speaks to people many times through their conscience or through the advice of others, but if they keep ignoring Him, their hearts can grow hard. That is why Jesus remained silent before Herod.
Mini stopped for a moment and looked back at us as if she wanted to make sure we were still following her.
When we arrived at Church, Father LeRoy spoke about the same meditation in his homily. He said that when Herod mocked Jesus and dressed Him in a white garment, Jesus accepted the humiliation with patience. Father said that our pride often makes it hard to accept correction or even small embarrassments, but these little sufferings can help make our souls stronger if we offer them to God.
On the walk home the road looked even quieter than before. The gray sky and the bare trees made everything feel still, and I kept thinking about Jesus standing silently before Herod while people laughed at Him. The whole world must have seemed very cold and lonely then, yet He accepted it all for love of us.
Tonight before bed I said a small prayer.
Dear Jesus,
please help me listen when You speak to my heart.
Do not let me grow proud or stubborn.
Teach me to accept little humiliations quietly just as You bore mockery with patience before Herod.
Let me always follow Your voice.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy.
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