Someday

     One day we shall all die. We know not the hour. May my soul always remember this. May my mind always contemplate it.

     Remember Dorothy in "The wizard of Oz?" She had the answer all along, but didn't realize it till the tears rolled down her cheeks and she just wanted to go home. The thought and the desire to just be home never occurred to her because of all that was happening around her, and the thoughts that swirled in her head before the twister came. Only to realize that the place she longed for, was in her grasp the whole time. 

   If you really think about it, how many times have we heard that the time is now. Now, to turn our worries over to God. Now, to reform our souls away from sin. Now, now, now. Our someday is here. Our someday will not wait till we are comfortable and ready unless we have prepared that day with Grace. Grace that can only be provided by God's Holy Mercy and intercession of our beloved Virgin Mary, our Mother.   

    It would be well to train our minds to contemplate daily, those scourges that our Lord took because of our sins. Scourges that did not stop on that Holy day of His death on the cross. We scourge Him every time we sin. It breaks my heart that I am also responsible for those blows to His precious face and body. For those nails that were pierced so cruelly into His precious hands and feet.

    The same Body we consume every time we receive Him in Holy Communion. 

     Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death!. 

     Our lives can become such "cliches" and get us stuck into thinking only one way. We cling to only listening to music that was played in our youth. Although,  I must admit, being a musician, the music of the present, is less than desirable. We can't make enough money to satisfy us, therefore causing us to go over the edge because of those new shoes we bought and didn't need. We pray as though we are smarter than the God we are praying to. Demanding that He hears right now and that we just don't have the patience to wait any longer. When all along, His time was the perfect time for things to happen. We struggle with opinions that are not ours and judge those things or people of which we do not know their lives. The fashions of these days are so immodest and disrespectful to the eyes of God, but it's all in how good we look to ourselves in that mirror. It's comfortable to get stuck in an era where no one is made accountable. No one is really listening. With every breath we take we are getting closer and closer to our "someday".

   My Lord and my God, grant me this prayer I pray, to be prepared for when you call me home. For when you stand face-to-face with me and show me all of my yesterday's....