The mother of one of my friends is on her deathbed. Another one of my friends is in the hospital giving birth to her first daughter. As I knelt at Mass this afternoon, I thought of the juxtaposition of the emotions present in that one same hour. The sorrow and joy, the dread and excitement. The pain, the unknown, the expectation, and the fear. The resignation, the embrace, the beauty, and the love.
Birth and death. Perhaps they aren’t too dissimilar.
The moments of grace when the Lord is present, ready to comfort, to heal, to bless, to invite us into a deeper relationship with him — these moments are with us every day. Every day people are born, and every day people die.
It’s ordinary time… that God touches with extraordinary grace.