I have an hour to spend sitting in an airport. I am finishing a long overdue reunion of sorts. The hour is late but the flights home will be long.
To be witness the tangibility of human entanglements not only with each other but also with the past, with illness, with another culture in decline, and with human pain and
loneliness is an attempt, at least, to reach out and connect with what whatever truth, love, hope and faith remains between two individuals.
I thank God for the time and opportunity. As always, He lets light shine in the darkness. He is never outdone in generosity. If we are receptive, we recognize His face.
Sometimes it is really difficult to disregard the murkiness and confusion and simply look for the good. It is to that task, though, we are called. It is the vocation of every Christian, every parent, every brother and sister.
Thanks be to God.
