In a world of soundbites and video-clips with the mainstream media supplying morsels of immoral madness and pathetic pop-psychology for quick, thoughtless, consumption, is it any wonder that so many are lost? I ask how culpable am I? Do “the many” even know when they’re off track or even lost? I don’t know about you, but I have little clue where even those close to me have wandered. As far as I can tell, they are all well meaning. Is “well meaning” enough to inherit eternity? It’s the old thing of , if you aren’t growing, you are dying. Misled means spiritually unfed. Anyway, that’s the way it seems to me. My hope is, “He knows how we are formed; He remembers that we are dust.’ Psalm 103:14.
From the Gospel for the day:
When Jesus disembarked and saw the vast crowd, His heart was moved with pity for them, for they were like sheep without a shepherd;and He began to teach them many things. Mark 6:34
Is it any wonder that we, along with our children, move the heart of God to pity? Hope, though, is all around us. The Church is at prayer. When I go off to Mass each day, I can look forward to hearing soundbites of true substance, sanity and solace.