Desperate

This evening I had the honor of standing guard for two hours over the arm of the Apostle St. Jude.

The priest who travels with the relic gave a good sermon at the Mass.

I prayed for some pretty lofty intentions. But something struck me as I prayed here. I couldn’t help but feel small and very humble. I wonder sometimes if my own “desperate causes” aren’t simply intentions that do not align with the Will of God. Only God knows for sure.

St. Jude, pray for us!