One thing we learn from the farmer is that today’s fruit tells us about yesterday’s seed. What kind of seed have we been sowing in the fields called family and community?

Anxiety is a normal reality of life. Young people wrestle with it and so do the elderly. Women can be oppressed by vexing thoughts and so do men who might struggle to admit it. 

The middle class has to battle it, the poor are berated by worry, and even the wealthy are fearful. Anxiety is not bound to particular ethnic groups or periods of world history.

Anxiety is born of the reality that we possess little power to control the world around us. 

If you pay attention to the vast sum of human suffering in the world, it surely must break your heart.

The question each of us must ponder every day is this: What am I doing about the issue that is breaking my heart?

Good Friday is a day we should allow our hearts to be broken again.

It is a high probability that anyone reading this has little interest in hearing more about COVID-19. The quarantines, job and business losses, mental health struggles, and waves of deaths have cast a long shadow over all of us. One might call this a tempting season to “lose heart.”

How can we resist the tendency to lose heart in this difficult time?