Mummy Mary's Message

Enclosed in a card some time ago from Mary to me was a meditation by Cardinal Newman:

God has created me
to do him some definite service.

He has committed some work to me
which he has not committed to another.

I have my mission.

I may never now it in this world,
but I shall be told it in the next.

I am a link in the chain,
a bond of connection between persons.

He has not created me for naught.
I shall do good.  I shall do his work.

I shall be an angel of peace,
a preacher of truth in my own place
while not intending it, if I do but keep
his commandments.

Therefore will I trust him.

Wherever, whatever I am,
I can never be thrown away.

If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve him.
In perplexity, my perplexity may serve him.
If I am in sorrow, my sorry may serve him.

He does nothing in vain. 

He knows what he is about.

He may take away my friends,
He may throw me -- among strangers.
He may make me feel desolate,
make my spirits sink, hide my future from me

Still . . . he knows what he is about.