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Estoy sentado en mi recliner en el den de mi casa, haciendo nada en estos momentos.

Miro por la ventana junto a mí, al campo de golf que está al fondo de nuestra casa, y contemplo la calma, el sol, el cielo azul, los árboles moviéndose al fondo. Y pienso en el día de ayer y las horas de angustia. ¡Cuánta diferencia!

Medito en lo poco que apreciamos nuestros muchos meses y hasta años en que no sentimos la amenaza de un huracán... y en cambio unas horas de amenaza, de inseguridad, de peligro, por breves que sean, ¡cómo nos perturban y nos descontrolan! En cambio, el buen tiempo, la paz, el estrechón de manos de un amigo o un vecino, la caricia o el beso de un familiar o de un ser querido, la salud, la seguridad; todo lo damos por sentado, ni nos damos cuenta de lo bueno que tenemos y disfrutamos la mayor parte del tiempo.

Cuando algo malo nos viene encima rezamos, hacemos novenas y ejercicios piadosos. Pero cuando regresa la paz y pasa el peligro, ni gracias somos capaces de dar si hemos salido bien de las pruebas.

¡Que el buen tiempo que hoy tenemos nos enseñe a aprovecharlo, a disfrutarlo, pero sobre todo agradecerle a Dios por esas caricias casi imperceptibles que continuamente nos da!

Comments from readers

Cheryl Whapham - 09/22/2017 11:07 AM
Thank you for this important reminder Antonio! May we turn to the Lord in strife and in thanksgiving!
James - 09/18/2017 08:04 PM
Thank you Antonio Fernandez of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church. It takes real exercise to pray not only in bad times, but to be thankful in good times also. In Unity and faith,
Efrain Coronado - 09/18/2017 05:52 PM
The word that comes to mind after reading this blog is "mortality". I too was looking up at the beautiful blue skies twenty four hours after hurricane Irma. It is easy to get complacent with life, with all of life! I have reflected on my need to keep alive and enkindled my awareness of my mortality. I do not say this with a negative connotation nor am I suggesting with should live with a gloomy and apologetics attitude. But totally the opposite; it is through having a worldview rooted in the sense our own mortality that can harvest a fertile ground in which the supernatural virtue of hope can grow and blossom. It is precisely an attitude mortality that can open our lives to greatness, excellence, and joy. I think this is so because the sense of mortality is the anctidote to pride. I too was was concerned and experienced a degree of anxiety as hurricane Irma approached, but instead of dispair God has planted in my heart a sense of mortality; precisely for that, precisely to allow me to open more my eyes and ears to him, but more importantly, to open my heart and my will to His, both in the bright and dark days of my life...

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