It is night. It is midnight. The night is dark. All the lights are out, and everybody is in bed.
“Friend! lend me three loaves! For a friend of mine in his journey is come to me, and I have nothing to set before him!”
He knocks again. “Friend! lend me three loaves!”
He waits awhile and then he knocks again. “Friend, friend! I must have three loaves!”
“Trouble me not: the door is now shut; I cannot rise and give thee!”
He is dumb, for a time. He stands still. He turns to go home. But he cannot go home. He dare not go home. He comes back. He knocks again. “Friend!” he cries, till the dogs bark at him. He puts his ear to the door. There is a sound inside, and then the light of a candle shines through the hole of the door.
The bars of the door are drawn back, and he gets not three loaves only but as many as he needs.*
In churches especially those designated as shrines, I see persons performing acts of self humiliation as offering in the hope that their prayers will be answered. Such include, approaching the altar from one end of the church on their knees and beating their chests as they do. Or, standing in front of the Cross, rosary grasped on one hand, the other repeatedly caressing the Knees or some other part, all the while muttering a prayer. Despair and anguish written on their faces mirroring the Crucified Christ’.
I don’t know what to make of these scenarios, but I guess God, seeing the same desperate faces performing the same acts day after day after day, finally relents and provide them relief Himself. My point is, why wait for God to act out of compassion when the place is teeming with flesh and blood human beings – the clergy, parish leaders, churchgoers – who are only a few meters away from the persons who are in need?
* via biblehub