Friday of the First Week of Lent - Reflection

I was in a hotel swimming pool which varied in depth from 3 feet to 10 feet. I was six years old, and I did not realize that I had gradually walked from the shallow to the deeper part of the pool. An older sister of mine noticed my body unmoving in the water, whereupon she dove in, swam to me, pulled me out of the pool, and then pumped my chest. Then, I was conscious and recall spitting up the last of the water with my older sister and our father bent over me watching me cough and open my eyes.

In Christian maturity, we have the capacity of relating with one another and with God with depth, that is, in life-giving ways. I believe that the depth of my offering at the altar is only as good as the depth of my charity in reconciling with another.