Blessed Sacrement

Let me hear the things you need me to hear.
Let me speak the things you need me to speak.
Let my mind and heart be open.

It's still in my daily reflections book, folded over just as it was on the morning May 10, 2005; that little note. Still in the same place -- the crease of the book between May 10 and May 11. The daily reflection is "Freedom". In my hands, my life was not freedom that day. At the end of the day I was in a prison of misery. Freedom would come in proportion to my willingness to live that little prayer.

This morning I met with a Men's Group at Blessed Sacrament Church. Sitting in a room resembling a family living room I shared the story of God's mercy as it was bestowed on me. Many years ago I envisioned a life of a Hero for myself. One where I would be invited to enlighten people, for a fee of course, on the ways of financial wealth and success. Here I am today at 7:00 am not talking about wealth and success, but about spiritual blessings and brokenness. Death of a Hero, Birth of a Soul. My compliments to the author.

The God of my youth, the one who was a giant genie waiting for me to say the magic words before pouring material gifts and happiness on me, was gone. A God of mercy and compassion asking only for the same from me is beside me today. Life is simpler. The darkest days are my greatest possession and while I can't give them away or trade them for brighter, I am grateful for the chances to share them.

We never know when we are in the presence of angels.

Approaching the ten days of May.