In today's excerpt from the Book of Genesis we read: "the Lord God formed man out of the clay of the ground and blew into his nostrils the breath of life, and so man became a living being." (Gen 2: 7). Having watched my oldest living brother Robert struggling to breathe since last Sunday when his battle with cancer took a turn for the worst, it is fitting that this morning at 2:30 am he took has last breath on this earth, but became a partaker of eternal life. How we take our breathing for granted, barely conscious of its automatic rhythm. What a gift it is. Death makes us aware of it as never before and moves us to gratitude. May we, as the Cure of Ars prayed, make every breath an act of love and gratitude to God for the gift of life.
Bro. Rene
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