Most of us struggle with the fact that God allows bad things to happen to us. Why does He not intervene more often to protect us from attacks of various kinds and from events that cause sadness, setbacks, or suffering?
While mysterious, the clearest answer is that God allows suffering in order that some greater blessing may occur. To some degree I have found this to be so; some of my greatest blessings required that a door slam shut for me or that I endure some suffering. If my college sweetheart had not ended things, I would most likely not have the very great blessing of being a priest today. Had I gotten some of my preferred assignments in my early years as a priest, I would not have been enriched by the assignments I did have. Those difficult assignments have drawn me out and helped me to grow far more than the cozy, familiar placements I desired would have. Had I not entered into the crucible of depression and anxiety in my thirties, I would not have learned to trust God as much as I do, and I would not have learned important lessons about myself and about life.
So despite that fact that we understandably fear suffering and dislike it, for reasons of His own (reasons He knows best), God does allow some degree of it in our lives.
Yet I wonder if we really consider often enough the countless times God did step in to prevent disaster in our lives. We tend to focus on the negative things in life and overlook the enormous number of blessings we often take for granted: every beat of our heart, the proper functioning of every cell in our body, and all of the perfect balances that exist in nature and the cosmos in order to sustain us.
Just think of the simple act of walking, all of the possible missteps we might take but most often do not. Think of all the foolish risks we have taken in our lives—especially when we were young—that did not end in disaster. Think of all the poor choices we have made and yet escaped the worst possible outcomes.
Yes, we wonder why we and others suffer and why God allows it, but do we ever wonder why we don’t suffer? Do we ever think about why and how we have escaped enduring the consequences of some awfully foolish things we have done? In typical human fashion, we minimize our many, many blessings, and magnify and resent our sufferings.
I have a favorite expression, one that I have made my own over the years, that I use in response to people who ask me how I am doing: “I’m pretty well blessed, for a sinner.” I’ve heard others put the same sentiment this way: “I’m more blessed than I deserve.” Yes, we are all pretty well blessed indeed!
I thought of all those things as I watched the commercial below (aired during the 2014 Super Bowl). While it speaks of the watchfulness of a father, it makes me think of my guardian angel, who has surely preserved me from many disasters.
As you watch the commercial, don’t forget to thank God for the many times He has rescued you through the intervention of your guardian angel. Thank Him too for His hidden blessings—blessings that, though you know nothing of them, are bestowed by Him all the same. Finally, think of the wonderful mercy He has often shown in protecting you from the worst of your foolishness.
6 Replies to “The Ministry of Angels, as Seen in a Commercial”
I very much appreciate all your columns. I always read your Sunday homily to my husband on our way to Mass. Alas, because of work schedule, we have to attend Saturday evening Mass every second week. I know you are very busy, and are probably touching p your homilies up to the last minute, but, whenever possible, would you publish Sunday homilies on Saturday afternoon? Thanks!
Typically the Monsignor’s Sunday homilies are posted on Saturday “afternoon.” That is, at the time of the vigil Mass around 5:30 or so, but it might be possible to move them up. Thanks for reading!
Here’s another angel-esque ad. Very moving, very effective.
I just really liked this post, especially “I’m pretty well blessed, for a sinner.” Hope you don’t mind if I start using that? (Will give attribution 🙂).
Patrick Madrid, back when he was a host of Open Line, was the first guy that I ever heard use that phrase. Kudos to Patrick Madrid and a phrase worth using, have used it myself, whoever coined the phrase.
One of my favorite poems is “Footprints in the Sand” which ends “I love you and would never leave you. In your times of trial and suffering when you see only one set of footprints, that was when I carried you.” (Author Unknown)
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