Fight for the Kingdom

Sometimes the fight feels futile.

The rosaries, the novenas, the late-night pleas on your knees—they often feel, well, weak. Because when you are saying a Hail Mary while watching death and destruction take place right in front of your very eyes, it sometimes just doesn’t feel like enough. The “I’ll pray for yous” said to friends facing serious darkness often feels like an insufficient response, a last resort for a problem with no good answer.

It’s difficult for me to reconcile it sometimes. Because often I want to jump in and do something. I want to try and try and try until the problem is fixed and the pain is gone.

The truth is that our souls were made for more than this world. We weren’t made for the destruction or the lies or the pain that plays out in front of us daily. Much of it doesn’t make sense. Much of it seems evil and unjust and cruel. Just like reading about those who handed Jesus over to the Jews in today’s Gospel (John 18:36), much of it seems confusing and downright wrong.

And that’s because it is. There is a Kingdom that awaits us, one that beckons us with light and perfect love. And while we wait for it, we have no choice but to fall to our knees for the atrocities that don’t make sense. It is our fight, our best recourse for a world that has fallen to calamity.

I don’t know if you’re tired, too. I don’t know if your prayers feel weak or your heart feels weary. Keep the fight in you, dear sister, and remember that you were made for so much more than this.

You were made for so much more than this. // @iambritcalClick to tweet

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