It saddens me sometimes when I think of the miserable horror the tract people have to walk around with in their heads. All that time lost from their lives looking around everywhere for some impending, awful doomsday scenario to happen.
I believe they are genuine and sincere in the belief that they are helping God’s children in some way. I just wish they wouldn’t cut themselves off from the joy to be had in the experience of God’s love. Without the joyful experience of life, and the hope, faith and trust in His abiding and unfathomable heart of mercy, one is left with only fear and desperation. It is really missing the point of our creator’s relationship with us.
The glory and majesty with which He will return to us in the fullness of time, and the hope that is held out for all of His children for eternal life through Jesus, the way, and the light. This is what the world needs. The tract folks need our prayers in order to experience the lightness of their being as humans. The playful joy that can be experienced in our lives. If hard times are going to fall, so be it. Christ asked, who of us can add one iota to their days with the worry. And that’s what I sense from the tract folks. Insecurity. Worry. A kind of dour disdain for all but a few of God’s vast landscape of humans, who are all made in the very image of the Lord God. Let today’s trouble be sufficient for today. Christ said that too.
The love of each other we are supposed to exhibit is damaged by a life lived in fear of wrath. Preach the Gospels…of course. We are all priests. But also…DO the Gospels. Love your neighbor as yourself, and love your God with all your heart and soul. Keep His commandments. But…remember also, that He loves us too! More than we can even imagine with our finest use of the intellect.
So…consider dropping the tracts, (in a recycling bin…please…no littering), and just go out and live the Gospel. Instead of handing them out. Go to a shelter, and feed the poor. Go pray with some folks at an abortion mill. Go visit somebody in the hospital, or jail. Fix somebody’s flat tire. Make up the difference, (if you can), for somebody who’s a few cents short at the check out counter. Smile at a fussy child in the waiting room at the doctor. Say good morning to strangers on the street. You get the idea. All of these are much more effective than spreading hatred for other faiths, and general fear about the sky falling down.
The coming of our Lord is a thing to look forward to with joy and abandon. Not fear. You can’t stop it. You can’t predict it. You can’t rush it. And if your intent is to add repentent followers to the roll call, they’ll be much more attracted to you if you’re living a life in grateful servitude to the Lord, and letting people see for themselves what a Christ driven life looks like. People loving and helping each other is inspiring. Telling people that Catholics are evil, and promoting general apprehension about the future is not inspiring. It promotes hatred, cynicism and fear. Not exactly hallmarks of God’s handiwork with his creations. And certainly not consistent with the way in which the Lord Himself taught and spread the word during his incarnation.
Peace to you,
Steven