His Anger Lasts A Moment His Favour All Through Life. at Night There Are Tears, But Joy Comes With Dawn
His Anger Lasts A Moment His Favour All Through Life. at Night There Are Tears, But Joy Comes With Dawn
The gift of retrospect is precious but often fleeting and easily brushed aside, if we do not
consider that God has answered our prayers at only the most propitious time.
As I prepared my reflections for today’s readings, I was surprised by the fact that the
Responsorial Psalm is exactly the same as the one I had been assigned for six months ago in
March. Most importantly, this verse struck me: ‘His anger lasts a moment; his favour all
through life. At night there are tears, but joy comes with dawn.’ I cannot help but see this as
God’s message for me at this very point of my life, of my day, in my heart. It can only mean one
thing – that God is real, He listens, He speaks, He loves me.
The gospel today tells of two girls in need of healing – Jairus’ twelve-year-old daughter, who
was thought to be terminally ill, and a woman in the crowd, who was suffering from a twelve-
year long bleeding in her womb. Is this any coincidence?
We have all had that moment of encounter in the beginning of our new-found faith that might
have changed the course of our life. Yet, faith is not one moment in time, but an undulating path
through all kinds of terrain as we try to follow and cling to Christ. How have I embraced and
reflected on the successes and disappointments in my life along the way? I have definitely
suffered moments of unbelief and despair. I have certainly contemplated giving up on trusting
God after facing repetitive setbacks. Nonetheless, I have also experienced a renewal and revival
of my faltering faith. He never leaves me. He waits for me. He pursues me.
What matters most is not how dramatically my faith life begins, but that I choose to keep on
walking with Christ until the end. It matters more that I, like the older woman, am steadfast and
persistent in entrusting my life and its uncertainties into the Father’s hands. It matters that I
surrender my pride and stubbornness to respond to Him.
This is just like love in marriage. It matters less how we first fell in love, but most that we strive
to keep dying to ourselves at the altar of mutual selfless love. That we persist in loving and
honouring each other, in spite of the tribulations and differences, all through life.
Prayer: Lord, help me to remain steadfast in my love for you and faithful in love for my
husband/wife.
Thanksgiving: I give thanks for the love from God that I receive in and through my
husband/wife.