From: Mary Zimmerman
I received the above title as I was watching the 9 o’clock mass on TV at Holy Trinity Catholic Church in Rollingstone, conducted by Father Chinnappa Pothireddy. I was anxious to find out what else belonged in my title, so I began to make notes and I found myself feeling excited; I guess you could say my desolation turned to consolation!
Too often we get stuck in the murk of sin and depression. Sometimes it seems there is no way out, but there is. Jesus is the answer.
We sometimes wonder how far the road will go on until we get out of our own desolation and reach consolation. It may be long or short, and I believe the distance is different for each person and each situation. It all depends on whom you have invited to travel with you. The more you love, pray, forgive, and trust, the sooner you will find your consolation. Then again, that’s not always true — take Saint Mother Teresa. Despite her holiness, she suffered a lot, as did Saint Faustina. Jesus did say, “Take up your cross and follow me,” as did the two holy women I mentioned.
Today I heard someone say time is precious, so don’t waste it. It’s not just important that we live in the moment; how we live will make the difference of desolation or consolation. Father Pothireddy mentioned in his sermon today a spiritual laziness. What does that mean? Since Mr. Webster didn’t give me the answer, I’ll fill in by saying I believe it’s simply dancing along with the world and, in some cases, accepting what is wrong to be right — but who am I to answer that? Just match your actions with God’s commandments. If you find your life more in tune with the world than with God, don’t give up! Allow the power and forgiveness of God to come be a part of your life. It’s NEVER too late, not until your last dying breath. The road is more difficult for some, with forward movement and sometimes backward on the way to consolation. We get lost often. Just keep trying!
I believe depression is genetically passed on and is important to be recognized and treated (sometimes even with shock treatment, as was my own case). I have had much desolation in my life, the question is did I make it so, or was it my cross? I surely did not want my children to die prematurely or to sit in the mucks of depression. I guess it all boils down to somehow accepting it, and not putting the blame on God.
I do want to add I have had my consolation moments in life, as well: my loving, caring family and my gift of writing, which I appreciate and thank God for. I always hope to help someone wherever I can get from desolation to consolation, then, eventually, to beautification in the joys of Heaven.