Our Lady of Guadalupe to Juan Diego

Do not be troubled or weighed down with grief. Do not fear any illness or vexation, anxiety or pain. Am I not here who am your mother. Are you not under my shadow and protection.

He Sows Patiently In Our Hearts

Planted field north of Port Hope, Ontario

Matt 13: 1-23

Hi Fr John,

You probably missed me jaw-dropped experiencing how masterfully you drew the second part of the parable into the homily which, incidentally, I felt disappointed in your leaving out in the reading.

Jesus is seemingly pretty harsh in his explanation of how the seed responds to my stony, shallow, preoccupied heart: “For this people’s heart has grown dull, and their ears are hard of hearing.” He even throws in Isaiah: “.. listen but never understand, …look but never perceive.” Then he finishes explaining the parable, “…such a person has no root, cares of the world” and lots of stuff that distract us…and “it yields nothing.”

I admit I find it hard to include myself among his disciples when he says “Blessed are your eyes and ears”. I tend to dwell on the soil of my own heart which can be pretty infertile to the Lord’s sowing.

Thank you for being a carrier of Christ’s love. I experienced our Lord’s love for me in your telling how persistent He is in the sowing until the seed sprouts and continues to grow. Starting with your family’s field really touched me as you wove the Truth into my heart. I honestly wondered where you were headed with it.

Your own experience of God’s patient sowing in your heart, “at times” having the same infertile characteristics Jesus pointed out to his disciples made me aware of this happening as well in me.

I tend to dwell on my faults and failings rather than Our Lord’s power to transform them into his own purpose. Like I said at Our Lady of Perpetual Help as you commented on her giving me a wink, “You strengthen increasing hope in me.”

Thank you for your love of Christ and your docility in gazing at Him. From being blessed to teach with Helen at St. Andrews to your teaching gifts and feeding me with the Bread of Angels, thank you, Lord.

May Our lady of Comberemere hold you and love you always,

Rod