My life is blessed beyond imagination. I love being Irish and American. I can hardly believe my good fortune in having become a Jesuit. My work at Loyola Press fascinates and energizes me. 99.99% of the people I deal with on a daily basis are decent and delightful people. My world is full of warmth and love and laughter.
I should be out in the streets yelling “Hosanna” at this very moment.
And, yes, there are stresses and strains in my life… times when I could cheerfully chew out half the population. I’m getting older, balder and creakier by the minute. And I am a sinful man. But, really, how did I get to have this wonderful and amazing life?
I keep asking God, “Why me?” I have not yet received any satisfactory answer. In my heart of hearts, I know that God loves each and every person on this planet with the same passionate love, and yet millions upon millions of God’s people live in despicable and desperate conditions.
I try not to beat myself up by indulging in counter-productive guilt trips, but I keep coming back to, “For everyone to whom much is given, of him shall much be required.” [Luke 12:48] It scares me to think that I’m not doing anything like enough for my much less fortunate sisters and brothers.
Many of you seem to have lives that are as rich and rewarding as mine. How do you respond to your undeserved giftedness?
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