Second Tuesday of Advent – Is 40:1-11; Matthew 18:12-14
Time moves on. In childhood we are buds; in youth we blossom; in maturity we bear fruit. Yet when the winds of time blow, what remains? And how many wither before they can bear fruit?
Our human life is small and fragile, like flowers on a windswept moor, at the mercy of the weather. Yet our hope is sure: eternity with the One who cares so deeply that not one of us – even the most wounded – should be lost, and who desires us to know the joy He has prepared.
Lord, give me a heart tender and attentive to all who drift from Your love. By Your pastoral care, help me to discern and fulfil the will of the Father. Amen.