So I drove about 5 miles or less to the next church to hit that mass. I am glad I did.
It was a pretty church full of YOUNG SONS (again, nothing by accident!! No coincidences)….and the moment wasn’t lost on me. In this church, today was the day the teenagers were committing to the Confirmation process. With the sadness in my heart for Johnny Soyland, I was able to witness over 40 teenagers (and a lot were boys!!) line up to sign their name in a book to commit to the process and commit to deepening their faith and their lives as Christian followers. It was nice to see and yet be a stranger just observing.
In light of this observation about our sons and their commitment to life (and Christ) and the fact that it was the Feast of St. Francis, here are the words to the prayer. How nicely the words fit to the sadness in the hearts of so many of us in Norwalk who know this family……
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
In the end, I think these types of actions words (sow love, pardon, have faith and hope, be light, give joy, console, understand, love, receive, pardon and rest in eternal life) are the only ones that really matter.
Later in the week, at the wake for this young man, I hugged his mom and said, “Leslie, I have no words for you.”
Her response was a tight hug and the words “Debi, there are no words, there really is only love.”
What a lesson for all of us.