Quiet Storm by Fr. Nicanor F. Lalog II, 17 April 2023
We all know that feeling happening more often lately a foreboding of senility? when we go like crazy why can't we see suddenly some things we have held or kept momentarily until we sound the alarm and call everyone to join in the search but still nowhere to be found.
It could be the key or the glasses or the phone that in exasperation we say begone only to make us forlorn figures in our own home or tiny room but sometimes too soon other times would take too long, our lost things are suddenly found!
Is it part of the riddle
of that black hole they call
when missing things
without being sought
much less thought?
But here is the thrill:
when things even persons
are we not the ones
who are lost
and waiting to be found?
More than the naked shouts of eureka is our profound joy when missing things even persons suddenly appear because the truth is, we were the ones lost and could not be found in our cluttered minds and hearts shut and closed by our fears and doubts, anxieties and insecurities.
In this life far wider than the world where planes still go missing amid modern technologies and endless searching, could it be that we are missing our bearings as beings, forgetting God and others when we are lost to our own beliefs or locked in our small world of lies and prejudice?
To find those missing persons or things dear to us it might help if we first lose whatever is holding us for the world is so wide for anyone or anything to just disappear they surely must be here awaiting for our hearts to be clear until we hear that sweet voice giving us peace within.
On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side. The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord.John 20:19-20