{"id":5936,"date":"2020-08-30T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-08-30T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/?p=5936"},"modified":"2020-08-29T17:58:09","modified_gmt":"2020-08-29T21:58:09","slug":"the-love-that-counts-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/the-love-that-counts-2\/","title":{"rendered":"THE LOVE THAT COUNTS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe title=\"THE LOVE THAT COUNTS 8\/30\/20\" height=\"122\" width=\"100%\" style=\"border: none;\" scrolling=\"no\" data-name=\"pb-iframe-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/media\/player\/ie746-e9571d?from=pb6admin&amp;download=1&amp;version=1&amp;auto=0&amp;share=1&amp;download=1&amp;rtl=0&amp;fonts=Helvetica&amp;skin=1&amp;pfauth=&amp;btn-skin=107\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>On Father\u2019s Day I told one of my favorite stories. I believe it again fits with today\u2019s readings:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>A young father to be was pacing back and forth, wringing his hands in the hospital corridor while his wife was in labor. His stomach was tied up in knots of fear and anxiety. Beads of perspiration were dripping from his brow.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Finally at 4:00 AM a nurse popped out of the delivery room and announced, \u201cCongratulations, Sir! You now have a beautiful little daughter!\u201d He dropped his hands and became limp as he blurted out: \u201cOh, thank God, it\u2019s a girl! She\u2019ll never have to go through the agony I\u2019ve had to go through tonight!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>MYOPIC!! This father surely suffered from myopia \u2013 nearsightedness. Didn\u2019t he have the slightest idea of what his wife was going through in labor?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Don\u2019t we all suffer from myopia until we change our location? When we visit or are a patient in a hospital or a nursing home we often say: \u201cBoy I didn\u2019t have it so bad after all, compared to some of the other people around me.\u201d&nbsp;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In today\u2019s Gospel (Matt 16:21-27), Jesus tries to help his disciples and us with our myopia, our near-sightedness. Jesus says that his own death is on the horizon. Peter says that no such thing is going to happen. Jesus blows his cork. \u201c<strong><em>Get behind me, you Satan<\/em><\/strong>,\u201d for your thinking is clouded.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then Jesus gives us one of the greatest teachings of his life: <strong><em>\u201cWhoever wishes to be my follower must deny himself, take up his cross and follow me.\u201d<\/em><\/strong>  You and I can read dozens of spiritual books, take psychology courses, and not find anything better than Jesus\u2019 words.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>First, he says we must deny our very self. Jesus is not asking us to be a doormat, to let others walk all over us. Rather, he\u2019s saying we must tame and harness our huge egos.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Leonard Bernstein, the great New York conductor and composer was asked,\u00a0<strong>\u201cWhat is the hardest instrument to play in the orchestra?\u201d<\/strong>  Without blinking an eye, he responded, \u201c<strong>Second Fiddle!\u201d<\/strong> Everyone wants to play First Violin or First French Horn, not Second! Yet it is so important to have the Second Fiddler in order to have harmony, isn\u2019t it?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This is so true in our families. Someone has to be Second Fiddle to have harmony. I remember as a youngster. All the boys wanted to bat Fourth \u2013 to be the cleanup hitter, like in the Major Leagues. One of my favorite mantras that I often say to myself is:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>THE LOVE THAT COUNTS IS THE LOVE THAT COSTS.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Then Jesus says to take up your cross daily.<\/strong><em>There are a couple of things to be said about crosses\u2026.With rare exceptions, we are all crosses to each other. We all see and do things differently. I once visited a family who have a summer home on a lake. They have been married for over 40 years and have had the summer home most of their marriage. The husband loves it. She hates it. She would rather be back in their own neighborhood and close to their grandkids. Life at the summer home is a cross to her.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Our crosses change throughout our lifetimes<\/strong> \u2013 homework when we were young, our jobs and paying bills as well got older, and illnesses when we retire. But at each stage of our life, we need to remember:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>THE LOVE THAT COUNTS IS THE LOVE THAT COSTS.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Jesus also says:\u00a0<strong><em>\u201cto follow in my footsteps.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><em>  Jesus is always going somewhere. There are no Dead Ends with Jesus. Our own footsteps often lead to Dead Ends\u2026..<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>One father stopped every day at a local bar for a drink or two after work. Then one day his son came in after him to the bar.\u00a0<strong>\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/strong> the father asked.\u00a0<strong>\u201cI followed your footprints in the snow, Dad,\u201d<\/strong> said the son. The father was following a Dead End and leading his son there without even knowing it. 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