Today’s Mass, the solemnity of the Sacred Heart proved touchingly relevant, moments absorbing.  I have worked sixty plus hours a week the last three weeks—seven days a week.  In the process, I sliced my wrist on a sharp sheet metal edge, sixteen stiches mending with eight overnight hours in the emergency room.  Oddly, the exhaustive schedule has proved rewarding, the bewildering state consuming energy while calling forth acquiescence and trust.  Daily Mass has been my solace, my moments of prayer, reflection, and meaning.  The Gospel reading today landed comfortably upon my state of overworked being.

At that time Jesus exclaimed: “I give praise to you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, for although you have hidden these things from the wise and the learned you have revealed them to little ones. Yes, Father, such has been your gracious will. All things have been handed over to me by my Father. No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son wishes to reveal him.

“Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for yourselves. For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.”  –Gospel of Matthew 11-25-30