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Get up and walk

We have all heard the phrase a fair weather Catholic. This is usually a derogatory term aimed at people who are faithful to the Church when things are going well, who think well of God when life is
bubbling along, but as soon as something goes wrong, as soon as suffering comes into their lives or plans do not work out in the anticipated manner, suddenly the Church is forgotten about and God somehow becomes the enemy.

They can become lost in a miasma of accusations, blaming others for their disillusionment. The fair weather description can also be a little cruel, as disillusionment and inability to accept what is an extremely tough reality can humanly be a crippling experience involving deep suffering and loss of real identity.

A young mother in hospital already had two, healthy and energetic children, but had lost the third during pregnancy. The nurse on duty said, “She is very depressed and we cannot work out why.”

The young woman said that she had killed her baby, even though her hospital chart simply said miscarriage.

It was a long story. She and her husband owned and operated a small business. It was relatively prosperous, but not to the extent they could afford to employ
anyone for any length of time. Her work was vital to the daily operation.

She said she knew that there was some danger with the child in her womb and the medical people had advised rest. However, she could not see her way free to take time off and leave her husband abandoned at the work place. So she kept up her daily duties.

She was convinced that if she had followed the medical advice her baby would have been alright and that if it had not been for her determination to save hard-earned money there would have been no miscarriage and her two children would have had another sibling.

She was clearly conscious that she had placed her financial aspirations ahead of the life of her child and this led to her simple statement, “I killed my baby.”

However, her challenge was to allow Jesus to call her back to life and move through her depression. No doubt she would have rejoiced if her miscarried child had been brought back to life and would have praised him as a great prophet if such a miracle had happened to her child.

Nevertheless, she was conscious that God was visiting his people and that God’s pity for her was as intense as it was for the widow from Nain whose only son was being carried to the cemetery.

But the healing power of God touches us where it is needed most. Our challenge is to place our pain, our regrets and our mistakes before the Lord in trust, in faith that he is the Lord of life and that even in our deepest shame we can be made whole again.

 

She was being given the chance to get up and walk again too.