DAILY CATHOLIC     FRI-SAT-SUN     June 26-28, 1998     vol. 9, no. 124

SYMPHONY OF SUFFERING

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    INTRODUCTION
          With the messages for the world having been concluded three years ago, slowly the public "Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart" has been able to return to the fullness of being Cyndi Cain, wife and mother (roles she never abandoned even for a moment during the public years). However, after much prayer and discernment, she feels strongly that there is much God wishes her to share, for He continually teaches us in our hearts and with the grace of the Holy Spirit, we are to share, to learn, to grow and to be there for one another, as He is always there for us.

          In each weekend issue she hopes to find the time in a busy schedule of caring for a sick child, schooling another son, and the regular work of keeping up a home not to mention helping with the ministry, to write a few lines in sharing with all the experiences and lessons learned in her own introspection. Cyndi has chosen to call her few words, humble and poor in the face of the Almighty, "SYMPHONY OF SUFFERING", for He has placed these words in her heart. To suffer: How all hate the thought, and how, when one is a mother who is faced with the onset of an illness for which the cure may be years away we feel our hearts break in many places. Yet, God hears a beautiful melody here. The angels hear it, too, and so do the saints. The melody reaches to the Heavens and joins with the unending chorus of all the hosts of Heaven praising God. It is Cyndi's sincerest hope that perhaps, together with the reader, we can take our sufferings, which are different yet similar, and place them into this great hymn of praise to the Creator, our Lord, God and Savior, Jesus Christ, and learn to make beautiful music unto the Lord. Below is her seventh stanza.

The balance of soprano notes with the deep, bold tones of bass are vital to stay on key
part one

          What a glorious symphony was heard throughout the land this past weekend. It was, of course, Father's Day.

          In our family, due respect and honor was given to my husband by myself and by our two sons. But even before that, before the well-deserved praise and celebration, came the praise, homage, honor and glory that we gave to our Heavenly Father, without whom we would not be.

          I wondered, as the day passed on and the regular week lay open before us, if Our Heavenly Father's symphony also had some sorrowful notes in it. Did God the Father weep for us, His children, knowing that, in many cases, no thought was even given to Him as families celebrated in "style", not realizing that the unity of the family is almost a thing of the long-distant past?

          Did God the Father hear the sighs of fathers who are overworked, overstressed, overburdened by the economical demands and financial strategies that weigh upon the human heart? Did God the Father watch as children delighted in presenting their father with gifts, bought with money that dad had earned by hard work and which would necessitate even harder work to pay off a credit card? Did God the Father see the sorrow in the dad's eyes when the children, perhaps, wished to take him out to celebrate, but there just wasn't enough money in the bank?

          Did God the Father watch as the wife and mom of the family cheerfully tried to keep the mood upbeat, but was aware of the "ungodlike" characteristics given to 'Father's Day'?" Did God the Father notice the wife's heart beat a bit harder, the blood pressure rise, because she had no means by which to make the day a notable one for her beloved husband, and realized that the demands of the children could not be met?

          O, those are all parts of the sorrowful chords we, as God's children, have been sending up to heaven for a very long time. We honor this parent or that parent, we celebrate this or that holiday, and except at Christmas and Easter, do we really put God into the picture?

          In most cases, if truth be told, the answer is no! And what, you ask, has any of this to do with a symphony! Precisely this, for we are all God's children and in that bond there must be unity with Him, and through Him with one another. Therefore, everything we do, think, and say (and the reverse is also true) forms a musical chord. That chord can be, and should be, distinctively vibrant and melodic. However, when we miss a beat then the chord becomes off-key, and the sound is irritating, to say the least.

          Are we, in human terms, irritating God with our off-key symphony because we no longer recognize Him, nor do we wish to give to Him our entire being that makes the symphony complete, joyful and full of Celestial wonder?

          For us, on this Father's Day, it was a day both of sorrow and of joy. Joy to know, after several weeks of tests when Michael experienced on-going chest pain and arm pain, that his condition, while not tip-top shape, was not alarming, as we had both thought. It was a time, also, of seeing that our oldest son, of whom I've been writing in the last several installments, was unable, in so many ways, to participate with his dad in the things that a young man of his age should do. Instead of a game of basketball, a trip to the beach, even taking in a baseball game, our son found that he could not unlock himself from the black cellophane wrapping that has encased him now for what seems to us an eternity.

          Of course, he cannot unlock himself from his dark depression and despair. Only God can and will do that, in His time, not ours. But to see a young man on the brink of manhood, suddenly doused with despair and sorrow so deep that no one on the face of this earth can touch it, is an enormous grief and sorrow for any parent…but one that I can only guess at with my husband.

          What must go through my husband's mind as he looks at our son, who was, not so very long ago, vibrantly alive, clearly human in every respect, a joy and a trial (which child is not at times a trial?). My husband sees, in his own way, what I, the heart and the "feminine" eyes of this family see each and every day: That the hopes we had for our sons, starting with our oldest and continuing to his younger brother, might not be realized for him.

          Father's Day! To be a father, with all the weighty responsibility that goes into that role! I cannot imagine what the feelings and emotions are that go with that, but that's as it should be. I don't have to know, I just have to understand the emotions and feelings are there, and that I need to be accepting of them, as my husband must understand and accept my feminine role.

          But the symphony of suffering that we are experiencing concerning our oldest son is a symphony who's strains are now touching upon Mir-A-Call Center's apostolate itself.

          For eight full years, without stopping, without time off for good behavior, for a bit of "quality family time", of laboring with love for Love in the vineyard of God's people, my husband (and I through him) now realize that the ministry given by God is on the brink of evaporating through neglect, indifference, apathy, laziness, and so forth.

          Does it hurt? Yes, very much! But we accept!

          Again, if you would like to help this ministry, in dire need of a transfusion, you can make a contribution by clicking on WE NEED YOUR HELP. Thank you and may God bless you.

Cyndi Cain


June 26-28, 1998       volume 9, no. 124
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