What do we know of patience? Thomas Aquinas defines patience as “a virtue attached to the virtue of fortitude, which hinders a man from departing from right reason illumined by faith by yielding to difficulties and to sadness.” We tend to think of patience as passive, as in not reacting to a situation, but from the definition, we can see that it is an action. Patience is an exercise of the cardinal virtue of fortitude. We are meant to practice our patience actively and consciously. Its practice is a fruit that comes from our malleability to God’s will. This malleability to God’s will is called Divine Conformity and is the practice of conforming to the will of God in all things.
Father Eymard tells us that patience comes first, but then, together with humility, we are meant to grow into a model of reparation, a model of action.
We are to be an earthly model of God’s grace. We do this by patiently doing our daily chores here, simply, yet consciously and orderly. And we do our work for the Kingdom within the actions of our everyday life, in obedience and with as much love as we can muster.
We are called by our Lord to experience the greatness of His love for us, and we need to bear fruit from our relationship with God. With patience, love, and perseverance, we grow closer to that model of God’s grace that Father Eymard mentions. With love, we bear each other, and we must do it with patience. This does not mean to just wait passively, but to live God’s love for us in action. We strive to do the work of love and mercy in the world well, simply, humbly, and full of love for God and our brothers. We do give back what we receive. This is part of our Eucharistic life. Let us continue to grow in patience, but do our work. May we persevere on this road to Heaven.
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Dearest Eucharist Family, To live in grace is an incredible blessing. With recent hurricanes over the east coast of the USA, witnessing the disaster they have caused sets our hearts on our suffering and the suffering of others. Our mission in Christ Jesus to identify with our brothers and sisters in Jesus’ love and to act in accordance with the movement of the Holy Spirit is our call. And in obedience to the gift we have received in Jesus’ love and Eucharistic life, the Son of God rises daily in our lives as the sun rises daily upon the earth. We are blessed to live in Jesus’ love. I have been living in a hospital for almost 70 days. An unexpected trauma came when my husband experienced septic shock. Upon returning home for a weekend for a family event, it seemed as if heaven came down to capture me in the arms of my children, who I missed so dearly while away. The hospital stay seemed like a dream. In prayer, I was thinking of the Kingdom of Heaven and what it must be like to be far from this earthly life and in the glory of God. We have a mission on this side of the heavens. There is much work to do in our world.
The non-Catholic hospital I have been living in has a secular flair. I have met so many beautiful healthcare workers of many different cultures. There is certainly a lack in the reality of spiritual life. With the Eucharist as our sustaining power, we can fulfill the mission to love each person before us and introduce them to Jesus’ love. The word "secular" means relating to the worldly or temporal, or not overtly religious. Our blessed Mother, Our Lady of the Most Blessed Sacrament, loves her children, even those mixed up in the disillusionment of not knowing they are created in God’s Diving LOVE.
To live in God’s love and grace of the Holy Spirit will enable us to heal the open wound of humanity by the gift we hold in knowing God. Living in the structure of the Catholic Church and sacramental life, especially the Eucharist, sets a flame to our souls and mission in Christ. Even in suffering, we hold tightly to Jesus’ embrace. The world wind of the modern way will pass away and all that will live for in Jesus will be with us for all eternity. It is the love we share, the memories we create and the relationships we nurture that will provide us with a familiar setting in our heavenly dwelling.
I will return to God’s will of hospital life until my husband is well enough to be released and return home. May the mission Our Lord has set before me be fulfilled with my heart rejoicing, knowing it is the Christ Jesus Our Lord who invites us to live in His LOVE.
The tables were overflowing with canned goods, toiletries, and water bottles. A few feet away, boxes of donuts, breakfast sandwiches, and hot coffee waited for us. Smiling strangers welcomed us as we walked into this last-minute reception. We got a call the previous night saying that the community had heard they were hosting evacuees from Hurricane Milton and they were organizing a breakfast for us. “Where are you coming from?”… “Tampa,” we said. Their faces were moved with concern and compassion, waiting, wanting to hear our story… Did our house survive the storm? Have we heard from our family back home? They wanted to do something for us. Four days before, we had boarded up our home, packed our belongings, loaded up the RV, and drove North. After days of praying and deliberating, we decided this was the right course of action for us. After two long days on the road, we arrived at our temporary home. An RV park in Alabama that welcomed evacuees from the storm at no cost. Not knowing what would happen, we needed the flexibility of an open-ended stay, a safe place to wait, a refuge from the storm. One of our sons stayed behind in Florida, so my body was here, safe, but a piece of my heart was back home. The day the storm was set to make landfall was spent glued to the news, watching every wobble and bump. This was personal. A Category 5 hurricane was on a direct path to our home. As I zoomed on the map and followed the dark line of its projected path, I knew the names of the streets. I knew where my family and friends lived. Streets I drove through every week, a concert hall I had sung in just the previous week, all in the path of this storm. I prayed everyone had found a safe place to shelter as we watched and waited for this terrible storm. Thankfully, our home was spared and so was our son’s. Our friends and family are safe, though some have different levels of damage to their homes. I find myself once again glued to the news, trying to get a good picture of the situation and figuring out when it is safe to start the trek back home. I see the flooded streets, and I know the places. Though I do not recognize all the faces, I see my neighbors. The phrase “hits close to home” takes on a new level of understanding… this is personal… this is close… this is home. And I think of how this is with God. How He is with us in our suffering, because in Him, each one of our storms hits close to home. He knows our names, he knows each street we have walked on. He knows when our hearts are weary and heavy and burdened, and He wants to comfort us.
When I walked into this unplanned reception prepared by strangers trying to comfort us, my heart was moved and I felt God’s love. I didn’t know how much stress I was carrying until someone offered to take a load off my shoulders. The kindness of strangers at a moment like this was a healing balm for my soul; their hearts were a place of refuge in the storm. May God bless them and protect them as they navigate their own storms. May they find friends and strangers to help them carry their loads. May we be Christ to each other on our journey home.
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