A reader in the UK who requires 24-hour care sent me this delightful little picture drawn by one of her care givers. Catherine shared with me that she has a condition that makes it very painful to look up, so she gets the constant view of people's feet. Imagine not being able to look up at the sky, not to see the sunrise or sunset or a rainbow. What a gift a colorful garden would be to someone forced always to look at the ground.
Most of us complain about the most trivial things. But suppose Christ invited us to share in Catherine's condition or the sufferings of St. Margaret of Costello, the little blind, humpbacked beggar abandoned by her highborn parents who kept her hidden away for years before they threw her away.
I often imagine myself at the foot of the cross with my arms wrapped around it to anchor me. Then I kiss the feet of Jesus and beg for His help. What is Christ's invitation to us this morning on eighth day of this new year? Come, Lord Jesus.
