On the day of my distress I seek the Lord
By night my hands are raised unceasingly,
I refuse to be consoled.
When I think of God, I groan;
As I ponder, my spirit grows faint.
My eyes cannot close in sleep;
I am troubled and cannot speak.
I consider the days of old;
The years long past, I remember.
In the night I meditate in my heart;
I ponder and my spirit broods.
(Psalm 77: 3-6)
On the afternoon of January 7, 2015, I was led into a small
conference room, outside of my work floor, and was told that I was being laid
off. My boss and our company Human
Resource person were there, and neither was happy about the situation. I was not too thrilled either, and it took me
some time to get my composure back. The
HR person went over the details of my severance package; and how to file for unemployment
benefits. I shook hands with the boss, and
said “It has been a pleasure (and meant it)!”
I was given my coat, and my carry bag; and shown to the elevator. Nineteen years with the company ended in
under an hour.
Fortunately, my former place of business was near St.
Anthony Shrine, Boston,
and I was able to talk with my spiritual director for a bit. It helped me for a while, but I am still
facing an uncertain future. I am over
sixty, and was pulling in 2 figure annual salary, which does not make a
prime candidate for a position in many companies. There are days (and nights) I can relate to
the person who composed Psalm 77. When
life throws you a curve, it can take a while to recover. It is one thing to say I trust in God, it is
another thing to actually do it.
What helps is to maintain one’s rhythm of prayer, even when
you do not feel like it. I strive to
pray the Liturgy of the Hours every day, to open my heart to God’s Presence;
through the psalms, the readings, and the moments of meditative silence. As a Deacon, I have assisted at several
weekend Masses, immersing myself in the beauty and power of the Eucharistic
Liturgy. I open myself to the Presence
of my Savior, in Word and Sacrament, rejoicing in the experience of my Lord
Jesus Christ.
I still do not know what the future will hold, but like the
prophet Habakkuk, I will “exult in my saving God.”
“For though the fig tree blossom, nor fruit be on the
vines. Though the yield of the olive
fail and the terraces produce no nourishment.
Though the flocks disappear from the fold and there be no herd in the
stalls. Yet will I rejoice in the Lord,
and exult in my saving God. God, my
Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet swift as those of hinds and enables me
to go upon the heights.” (Habakkuk 3: 17-19)
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