I have been blessed over the last few days to see Christ in much of my days. Every step, every thought, every trial. I was saddened when my cockerel who I had grown quite fond of, attacked a hen. It broke my heart to see her squatted in the corner of the coop with him standing on top of her pecking at her. Her eye was pretty bad. She's being nursed back to health inside with me. My favourite cockerel I had to kill.
I am a Catholic, and we have been taught to offer up our suffering graciously & unite it with His suffering, for the salvation of souls. And so I do. As I prayed for His grace, His courage & strength to help me through this painful task, I suddenly saw things frim a spiritual perspective. He too, sorrows over the loss of His beloved little ones when they do not live according to their purpose. A rooster is meant to protect his flock, not attack it. God's love is infinite, His mercy also, but so is His justice. The hen did not deserve to be harmed by her shepherd. But by the washing of her wounds - like baptism - she is healed. She was the least of my flock to me (a bit of a bully, a dominant hen & not a great layer). She is now my beloved as she is humble, wanting and in need of my help, and I will do whatever I can to help her. Like so many of us who endure trials that bring us to our knees in need of Him, we become far more pleasing to God as we become humble, and He will do whatever it takes to heal us.
My sadness over the loss of a cockerel, is little in comparison to the sorrow of Jesus & Mary over the loss of a soul. And my joy iver the healing of a hen, compares little to the joy of a soul who returns to God. My tears, both of sorrow and joy, I united with theirs, in gratitude over this gift. Seeing the world as He does, is a prayer in itself. Look for Christ in all things, and you will see Him. Make of your life a prayer, giving glory to God in all things.
amen.