PRAY ALWAYS

FRIENDS and SERVANTS of the WORD 32nd   Saturday of Ordinary Time November 14, 2020 WORD of the DAY  Then he told them a parable about the necessity for them to pray always without becoming weary. (Luke 18: 1) How shall I live this Word? It would seem that Jesus has a particular predilection for single women, because they represent the entire biblical category of the defenseless, widows or strangers, those defended by God. Therefore, once again the Master makes a woman the protagonist of His speaking through images. He creates a parable about the need to pray always. And this command seems to us impossible to implement. But always praying should not be confused with reciting prayers without interruption, Jesus himself said it: when you pray, do not multiply words. Because praying is like loving. In fact, there is always time to love: if you love someone, you always love them. So it is with God: “Desire always prays, even if the tongue is silent. If you always desire, you always pray” (St. Augustine). “Action that is not born of prayer is like an arrow shot at random from a loose bow: without end and without strength it cannot...

Ninth Saturday of Ordinary Time

FRIENDS and SERVANTS of the WORD Ninth Saturday of Ordinary Time June 6, 2020 WORD of the DAY He sat down opposite the treasury and observed how the crowd put money into the treasury. Many rich people put in large sums. A poor widow also came and put in two small coins worth a few cents. Calling his disciples to himself, he said to them, “Amen, I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the other contributors to the treasury. For they have all contributed from their surplus wealth, but she, from her poverty, has contributed all she had, her whole livelihood.” (Mark 12: 41-44) How shall I live this Word? It is always moving for me to discover in the Gospel of the day the episode of the poor widow, who with extreme humility, almost in absolute silence, regardless of the crowd, slips everything into the treasure of the temple. At least once a year, when I meet this short sacred page in the liturgy, distant memories assail me. I see my mother, also a widow, who when faced with my request to follow Jesus as a religious and, being an only child, to...