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"How Long, O Lord?"

I left Mass yesterday feeling blue, and couldn't quite shake the feeling. It sprang up for me during the Gospel:

I tell you,
if he does not get up to give the visitor the loaves
because of their friendship,
he will get up to give him whatever he needs
because of his persistence.

“And I tell you, ask and you will receive;
seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks, receives;
and the one who seeks, finds;
and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. 


As a parent, you KNOW you're not supposed to give in to a whiny kid who keeps repeating the same thing over and over: "Mom, can I? Huh, can I, can I? Please, please, please?????" The kid follows you from room to room, repeats a text over and over, calls you at work to ask the same question you answered 15 minutes before. You know that by giving in, all you're doing is teaching the kid to beg and "POOF", you get what you want.

And yet, doesn't it seem like Jesus is telling us just the opposite? Be persistent, keep knocking, keep asking, don't give up or give in to despair.

I guess my "blue" state comes from the fact that there are things I've been praying for for a very long time (in my mind!), and yet, the situations seem unresolved. Am I supposed to follow my Holy Father from room to room, tugging on His royal robe saying, "Can I please??? Huh, can I, can I? Would you?? Would you, please, please??"

How long, LORD? Will you utterly forget me?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I carry sorrow in my soul,
grief in my heart day after day?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

Look upon me, answer me, LORD, my God!
Give light to my eyes lest I sleep in death,
Lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed,”
lest my foes rejoice at my downfall



But I trust in your mercy. 
Grant my heart joy in your salvation,
I will sing to the LORD, for he has dealt bountifully with me.

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