
In that moment, I know the Holy Spirit took over, because I most certainly am no theologian or Scripture scholar. The only answer I could give, and one I believe was inspired, was that at that moment, in St. Dismas's plea to Jesus to remember him, Jesus answered. Jesus answered one specific person at that specific time for that specific purpose. Though he answers us all, and certainly offers his mercy to each of us who earnestly seek to reconcile ourselves to him, at that moment Jesus spoke in an intimate way to St. Dismas. Just think - he cares for each of us in the very same way and with the very same intimacy! Now, I could have been off in my theology or interpretation, but I still think it is an important lesson.
A friend posted on Facebook about a sweet encounter she had with an older gentleman who appreciated her child even through his toddler moment, and reassured her that she was, indeed, doing a great job. Who doesn't like and need to hear that every now and then? It made me think of those same older people who absolutely love seeing my children despite (or because of) their outbursts, and how their eyes light up. My own mother does this very thing anytime she sees a child, which usually leads me to roll my eyes and sigh. Yet, each of them has a story, a history of joys and sorrows, desires fulfilled and unfulfilled, love still to share. I wonder at each of them. What is their life now? What was their childhood like? We've seen so much change in the twentieth century - what have they lived through? So perhaps next time I won't roll my eyes at my mother (or at least I'll stop mid-roll). I'll remember that she, and every other person I meet regardless of their age, is struggling to realize her purpose . Each of them has traveled life's journey, a road I really know not much about. It reminds me of a quotation attibuted to Plato - "Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." Just a few thoughts on this Easter day...
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