Stewardship: A Way of Life

Stewardship: A Way of Life

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“…WHILE HE WAS  STILL A LONG WAY OFF, HIS FATHER CAUGHT SIGHT OF HIM, AND WAS FILLED WITH COMPASSION…”  (Luke 15:1-32)

One of the problems of being human is just that. We are human, finite beings. We cannot comprehend the awesomeness of God; the    vastness of His being; His eternal nature; His relationship to all of His creation, and so much more.  How then can we relate and know that God is with us, especially when we truly need Him?  Faith!  Jesus told us that “we will not be left alone when He was gone.” Hence, the third person of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit. He is with us whether we feel in touch or not.  We may be able to better relate in Mass or in our    prayers or in the compassion of another or in a “lucky” situation or in a coincidence (God incidence) or in an unexpected variety of ways.  But even in doubt, ours only, He is never  far away.

The above quote comes from the story of the Prodigal Son, which we heard recently in the Gospel.  The older son stayed on the farm and worked with his father. The younger son asked his father for his inheritance and left to go  into the world. He squandered his inheritance on a life of waste, spiritually and financially. In the depth of despair, he headed home in hopes that his father would forgive him even as he was willing to give up his rights as his son. “While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him and was filled with compassion.” And now for a beautiful thought!! God has never lost sight of us, even as we might have lost touch with Him.  And when we come back, He is filled with compassion. Whether our faith has become weakened or we fall into the belief that we can do it alone or many difficult events occur to test our resolve, we are still in God’s sight and He is filled with compassion, even if we don’t feel it.  He has never left us alone. The poem says it all: FOOTPRINTS (Anonymous). “Why God, when I needed You most, I only see one set of footprints in the sand.  Why?  Because that is when I carried you.”

By Kathy Reilly