As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete. — Jn 15:9-11

What a journey this life is.  It reminds me of kindergarten, that we need to hold hands.  Perhaps in the end, that is what is left. — My friend Joni.


Joni was writing about someone we both like. She was also referring to ourselves. How kindness is all there is at times when the future seems to be gone and we are left with an unbearable now: kindness, — and presence. Often, I would like to be recognized for a talent of which I feel proud, when in fact it is for my presence that I will be remembered. “Do you remember when she…”

Each one of us is both a temple of Godde and that unique face Godde takes on through who we are, — a voice, a touch, a particular warmth. I certainly cannot bring joy to someone who has decided to feel miserable. I rather like to think that every so often, unnoticed to me, I come across someone I know, or a complete stranger,  and do or say something which will carry some hope for the one who hears it or sees it. I like not to be aware of it, because then I am an open channel for Godde’s joy, hope, and love.

Of course, it is lovely when, doing the review of the day, I can thank Godde for the comfort I was able to bring or which I received. Where did Godde find me today? is the question which I like to ask myself. The goal, of course, is to close my day realizing that Godde came to me every moment of the day, from the time I wake up to the instant I fall asleep. Even during the night, Godde is still there by my side, as a mother stays by her child’s crib…

Yes, we need to hold hands, in the course of daily life, through social media when a friend suddenly goes through a freak accident, or when I hear that someone I know just had a stroke. For all the negative fuss made over the impact of communications on our daily life, it also allows us to be in touch with and aware of the needs of many more people than we could just a few decades ago.

That your joy may be in me and that my joy may be complete…

Yes, I hear you, Jesus. And your joy so often comes to me through your many faces of those who are part of my life, close or afar. For this, I thank you.


Photo: Children crossing a street in Santiago de Compostela, 2006