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she was going to die soon, I paced around the dining room table, again and
again, sobbing, crying out. Thy Will Be Done broke my heart. It was the mystery
of her innocent suffering and death. Yet, over the years, I have looked back and
seen blessings arising from them. Grieving for her created in me a clean heart for
a time, one accepting ˈThy Will Be done,ˉ yet wanting the cup of cancer to be
taken from her. Some time later, I realized that the last time I saw her alive was
on the night before she died. I, her 35 year old son, sat at her bedside, took her
hands in mine, and again we prayed the Our Father, the Hail Mary, and the Glory
Be, one of the greatest moments of my life, and, I trust, of hers.
Since her death, I have reflected on the phrase ˈThy Will Be Doneˉ more than any
other words I know. Like Jesus, I have prayed to discern what God˅s will is for
me and to do what I have discerned, despite my fear. But by myself I can neither
discern it nor do it. I need the prayers of my mother, my father, angels and
saints, and you my brothers and sisters in Christ to pray for me to the Lord, our
God.
Prayer
Thank you, Jesus, for the Our Father. Yours are the words of the Word who has
come to bear the fruit of salvation and to rescue us from our distress through
your innocent suffering and death and glorious resurrection. As our brother in
human flesh, you declare us beloved children of the divine God; you invite us
also to do God˅s will on earth, thus, to be your disciples in grace, gratitude, and
generosity.
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Phil Argento
Parishioners