Monday, October 02, 2006
Job and me...
The prophet Job. (Although, he was righteous - I am not.)
"Why did I not perish at birth, come forth from the womb and expire? Or why was I not buried away like an untimely birth, like babes that have never seen the light? Wherefore did the knees receive me? or why did I suck at the breasts?" First reading at Mass; Job 3.
At my first Communion, I prayed that I could die, like St. Imelda. Later, I prayed I would never offend Our Lord by mortal sin, that He would take my life beforehand. After many confessions in my life, I prayed the same prayer. I begged Him never to allow me to leave Him, nor to repeat my parent's sins.
Yet I did.
"They wait for death and it comes not..." - Job 3
In the Gospel the disciples wanted to call down fire from heaven to consume those who rejected Jesus...Jesus in turn, reprimanded them. We need to pray for Rosie O'Donnell. I ask anyone reading this to pray for me as well. (I should never write or speak in anger.)