We have passed the exact middle day of the year. We are still in the middle month of the calendar year. It’s a good time to look back. And look forward. To count the losses, to celebrate the wins, and make sure we reach our desired destination. Not someone else’s.
Examination of consciousness is always a little nerve-wracking. It is easy to talk about the achievements, the heroic moments of patience and the acts of kindness. What about the failings? Who likes to admit one’s vulnerability? Perhaps this past Sunday’s Gospel can assure us that it is okay for “weeds and wheat” to grow together.
The slaves of the household wanted to pull up the weeds because they feared it would ruin the crop of wheat. The master does not allow them, saying, “No, if you pull up the weeds you might uproot the wheat along with them. Let them grow together until harvest” (Mt 13: 29-30)
As we walk, more haltingly than we like, this road of co-existing with Covid-19, with both the best and worst sides of us in a struggle, it is good to pause, gaze upon the flowers of the field, and abandon ourselves to the Master of the Field. The Master knows our heart – He knows we are filled with both weeds and wheat. And He is willing to wait. May we see what He sees – a field of dreams waiting to be nurtured and brought to fruit. May we use the remaining half of the year well, always trusting in the Master’s merciful love and patience.