There is a radio show that I listen to which discusses what was heard in Mass the previous Sunday. Typically, they discuss the readings how they pertain to us today.
So, I heard the question over the air and I realized that I didn't hear much of the the Homily. What I heard at Mass was a weeping man. I was completely distracted. The poor soul was on his knees weeping and gulping back his sobs. He was cleanly dressed in black with a rosary around his neck (which is ever odd to me). He carried in his own age worn Sunday Missal. His Amens were louder and clearer than those around us. He sang loudly as he patted his heart and rocked to the tempo.
But, when it came down to kneeling for prayer, he could not suppress his tears. I didn't know how to respond, if at all. When someone weeps, we should offer acknowledgement at the least. Right? Tears and whimpers are born of pain. I offered him a brown paper napkin with Mission Burritos printed on it (it was all I had in my purse). He, gratefully, accepted it and continued his prayer (and crying). I turned to my two boys and hugged them and kissed their hair. I prayed for relief for the crying man and for the purification of the soul of my brother.
I hope that the next time I see the man with the tender heart, he is not sad. I hope God answered his prayer.
Blessings to all of you who weep silently or out loud. ♥