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Wow – talk about fast-tracking! There is no argument as to the kind of man Molloy was, but it raises questions and small little red flags in my mind. I realise I must get past it, let go of it otherwise it will over-take me.
“How has Divine Providence used me to further God’s work?”
How have I served God? My Church? My Oblate family?
Some years ago, during a retreat I experienced God speaking to me… As I walked and reflected, I kept hearing the word “Come” over and over in my mind. Come where Lord? I asked but heard only that one word “come”. From morning into the afternoon I heard it and I was filled with a restlessness and unnamed yearning. Out of frustration I entered the near-by Oblate cemetery which had a small cement altar with a crucifix standing on it. I sat on the small lip of the pedestal it all stood on.
And the word became silent – as I sat at the foot of the cross. “Here I am Lord. Is it I Lord? I will go, Lord, if you lead me. I will hold your people in my heart.” (from Isaiah 6).
All, or most of what I have done has been wrapped in love and perhaps it is that which has led to transformation – of myself and some of the people I know and touch – those who I serve in the smallest of ways. Asked or sent, I says yes.
I have served in doing the small things, that few will see or desire to do. I accompany others on their paths, sometimes sweeping away the sharp pebbles, picking up fallen branches and inviting them back from their distractions. Small sacrifices of love when I am tired, or myself feeling empty and dark. I am at the service of my God, my church, my family and the many poor around me. Helping to make God’s work possible.
The word that comes to me is “oblation” – a gift of myself in response to what I have been given.