10.03.2025 | Ordinary Friday

​Thin Places, Deep Wells
 
On this first Friday in October, the skies are blue and the sun is shining. It’s a beautiful morning in the garden, where we continue our watering routine—still waiting on heavenly moisture that’s been scarce these past weeks.
 
I stepped outside to pick up our newspapers. Yes, I’m that kind of old man—I still read the news on actual newsprint, delivered to my doorstep each morning. Though I must admit, it’s becoming harder and harder to wrap my head around the headlines.
 
One of the great tragedies of our time is this: we know more than ever about the pain and suffering in the world, and yet we feel increasingly powerless to change it. I’m convinced we are all broken in some way. But those who embrace their brokenness are the ones who will be transformed.
 
Pain and suffering can reshape us—if we let them. They can carve out space in our hearts for more light to enter. If we identify only with our wounds, we risk living in them and eventually becoming more hurtful ourselves. But if we draw from the deepest well of love within us—if we become that well for others—we tap into a source that never runs dry.
 
 Love begets love. Goodness begets goodness. We can be the change we long to see.
 
“The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” —Isaiah 58:11
 
May we draw from that spring today. May we become like that well to others.