Father,
I know not what the future holds, whether good or ill awaits
me tomorrow. Speaking as a human, I
cannot know if I will have food or a roof over my head next month or next
year. So much of life seems like a
torrid wind that blows this little leaf about.
All my planning and dreaming may amount to nothing if the economy goes
this way or that. My fortune may rest in
a decision made thousands of miles away by someone who has never met me.
The other day, a man told me that he thought that it was
just chance that the church is what it is, that it could have gone the other
way if those we called heretics won the day. We talked for a while about those
who came long before we were born, as much as we knew of them. After a while I asked him, “What if it was
not all just chance: what if there was providence behind it all?”
We do not live in a world of fate or chance. Every day is ordered by you. That day ahead of me, the day that I fear, is
already resolved in you. I need not fear
tomorrow, because you are already there making a path for me. In peace I can lay down tonight and sleep,
for it is you Lord who keep me safe.
