DAILY CATHOLIC     FRIDAY-SATURDAY-TRINITY SUNDAY     June 5-7, 1998     vol. 9, no. 109


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          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 fourth stanza.

A Mother's suffering can reach the highest notes in Heaven
part three

          It is human to ask God "Why?". However, I have learned over these last years not to ask God "Why?" Instead, I submit to Him, through the Immaculate Heart of His Mother, my entire family. I consecrate and dedicate each one of us to His Sacred Heart through the Immaculate Heart each day. I pray for strength, wisdom, prudence, and patience. In short, I seek to been filled with the Holy Spirit to light my path so that, in turn, I may be a small light to my son. Each night before he goes to bed, both my husband and I bless our children. We have done this for over eight years now.

          We surround them with God's Holy Light. We envelop them in the Most Precious Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ. We entrust them into the maternal care of the Blessed Mother, and surround them with legions of angels to keep watch over them. We invoke the guardian angels and ask that the angels pray with us and for us that we may persevere until the end.

          Is it easy?

          No, of course not. There are nights when the struggle of the day, its ups and downs, weigh heavily upon the heart. There are nights when the exhaustion of the struggle takes upper hand and causes me to sigh a prayer of sincerity to God. Just a sigh, nothing more. There are then no words, no strength left to utter a single formal prayer.

          And in that wordless prayer, in that blessing of the children, in the acceptance of this cross, there is a melody that comes from Heaven and returns to Heaven and gives praise to God.

          Do I hear the melody? No. I do not "hear" the heavenly chords but I believe they are there. I believe that the entire suffering forms a rhapsody that is unequaled by any composer that has ever lived, or will live. I believe that the melody is written in God's language of love, and it surpasses all understanding and all imagination.

          You see, I have often pondered on the words of Genesis which states: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God." I have asked for discernment and understanding through the Holy Spirit, and the knowledge placed upon my heart is that the Word is sound, and sound is power and energy, and the energy is that of Love. Love, in harmony with God's Perfect Will then becomes a symphony that is ceaseless, that fills Heaven and comes down to earth through the graces and mercy of God.

          I have pondered that, were we to truly meditate upon and contemplate God, we would quickly become so interiorly still that we would hear with the ears of our soul this symphony that has been from all time, that grows in crescendo, mounting until the Father shall cry out, "Time is no more."

          I have often felt that within each one of us God's Love pulsates through His presence, through His life-giving grace, and that were we to "hear" this melody, we would die of ecstasy.

          These are thoughts that I have come to believe after much prayer, after many tears. Did not our Blessed Mother also weep? Did not our Blessed Mother have anxious moments as she raised the Christ Child, sent Him out upon His public ministry, and then watched that ministry culminate in the fulfillment of the Father's Will as her son died hideously on Calvary?

          Her soul was pierced through and through with swords. This was the prophecy of Simeon when she presented herself and her son in the temple after Christ's birth. The swords, which pierced her Immaculate Heart far exceed the swords, which pierce our own hearts, but in this is solace. If we turn to her, then she, as our mother, can comfort and obtain for us those special graces that a mother needs to keep watch with her child as that child suffers.

          Does not Our Lord know the pain of His own mother's Immaculate Heart? In the fullness of Scripture, her Heart beat as one with His Most Sacred Heart, which bore all the pain of all the world for all time, and died of Love for us.

          If this Love, which transcends all we can imagine, is the symphony of God's Love, then we, too, are privileged to share in the melody. We form part of the chords, and we are each a musical note that gives praise to God as we strive from moment to moment to live in Union with His Will, in union with His Most Sacred Passion.

          Before I end this fourth installment on Symphony of Suffering, I wish to add that I am also sure that the sufferings of my own family, of my son, of myself, are minute compared to the sufferings of others in the world. I cannot know the sufferings of each person. I am not supposed to know this. I am to understand that everyone suffers, and that suffering is beautiful when given back to and united to the Passion of Jesus Christ. I am not to compare my sufferings or those of my family with anyone else's. Rather, I am to understand that God seeks our cooperation in redemptive suffering, and begs us to surrender to Him, to unite all sufferings, as well as joys, to Him, and in that way, the melody is strengthened. With obedience, with acceptance, and all because of faith, we intertwine the melodies of the suffering souls throughout the world, and bring the symphony of Suffering to a fullness that nears completion in the Father's time.

          So, as I must now go and attend to my family duties and the work of the day, may we join together in giving to God everything that will befall us this day, and seeing in each thing the hand of God's providence for our eternal salvation. Let us pray for the strength to suffer with Him and for Him, and to suffer also for all those who reject suffering, who renounce it, and who demean it.

          Oh, how can we demean suffering when it is the suffering of Jesus that sets the example for the entire world?

          Until next time, let us lift up our voices in heart-felt prayer that sings to God the praise which is His, and join in that celestial chorus wherein the melody is constant, and the chords of music flow from the souls of all mankind into a perfection before God's throne which we shall hear when we return to Him in our Heavenly home.

Cyndi Cain

June 5-7, 1998       volume 9, no. 109
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