I’m on a top-secret mission, storing up little pieces of missives to share with you later, but I wanted to pass along this touching piece by Elizabeth Scalia, in First Things. Here’s an excerpt:
A neighbor of mine works as a therapist for Alzheimer’s patients, both high-functioning and low. She recently described one sixty-ish daily visitor. “He is a saint. Every day he brings his lunch and eats with his wife. She doesn’t recognize him, so every day she is meeting a new friend. When we told him he needn’t come so often he said, ‘But she is my bride; if I did not see her, I would miss her.’”
It’s something we can only possibly bear from the suffering, I think, this notion that suffering carries with it blessings, or at least lessons, or at the very least something other than blind purposelessness. But it’s something we desperately need to know.
HT: Ed Chinn