It's Divine Mercy Sunday and my husband and I are making our promises for another year as missionaries. This will be our fifth year as missionaries. It took us five years to get to the point of wanting to make that commitment and now here we are, our fifth anniversary as missionaries!
My husband Dave doesn't get excited anymore. He's a guy. For him it is like, "yeah, another year. Same as last."
But my heart stills pounds as I walk up to the altar when my name is called. The excitement of saying "yes" to God for another year. The honor of being able to serve His poor. And it gets better every year.
It's fun to walk through the mission and have people call out, "hi mama". They all think of me as mama because of the crowd of children I usually have around me. But I also think it is because I take the time to hug and touch and talk to people. We all want to be loved.
But mostly, they want to be recognized as a person. A human being. In a world where people walk past them all the time and don't even notice that they are there.
We don't just do it to the poor. We do it to each other. We are all too busy. Too busy to smile as we walk by. Too busy to say hello. If we recognize the person we are walking past, well, they might want to stop and talk, and we don't have time for that. Gotta meeting, gotta shop, gotta go.
Maybe I am going to be simplistic here, but what if we all started treating each other with a little more respect and kindness? Would we have less shootings? Less killing of our children?
If we started treating each other as human beings maybe we would start acting like one.
I don't know.
All I can say is that today, I will stand before God and my brothers and sisters, and I will promise to love and show mercy to, all I meet. I promise to see His face in all those I serve.
I promise to see His face........