May 15, 2024 As I chatted with an acquaintance after Mass, my son, Jake, disappeared. I found him relatively quickly. He was in the back of the church we attend, St. Mary’s in Brushton. As we made our way to the exit, I noticed Jake had a book in his hand. It was Matthew Kelly’s book, “Rediscover Jesus.” Jake doesn’t love reading. While it breaks my English-major heart, he is not a big fan of books. The only content he typically reads voluntarily is sports news. By the time he went to bed that night, Jake had read two-thirds of the book. He finished it the next morning. “I had never thought of Jesus as radical,” he told me. We then proceeded to have a conversation about Jesus being radical and about radical love. We talked about examples of radical love. “You spent five hours today bored out of your mind watching a track meet to support your friend,” I reminded Jake. Jake expected nothing in return from his friend. He was just supporting, loving, his buddy. “That’s radical love,” I said. “I never thought of that,” he said. My conversation with Jake made me think about the fact that I sometimes take for granted actions made in love by myself or others, especially when those moments don’t seem extraordinary or don’t involve huge sacrifices or effort. But God is love. I look for God in my daily life, even in the everyday moments that don’t seem extraordinary. Why wouldn’t I look for his love, even when it’s expressed through others? Now that I’m looking for moments of love, I see them everywhere. I hope that doesn’t disappear. |
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