“We live in darkness, surrounded by violence, anger, fear…” they yell.
I hear them.
Loud and clear. People are hurting.
But it’s not new. It’s the same pain, the same violence, the same fear of all generations. We are fighting the same battles that people have always fought.
Most people know the story of Moses. It’s all there, in that history; violence, slavery, agony, the death of innocents. And that was before the plagues. Even when the Hebrews “won” their freedom from Pharoah, after the blood, the frogs, the Darkness, and the Angel of Death…after the pursuit of the soldiers and the miraculous crossing of the Sea, there was more.
Forty years in the desert.
They had it worse than we do. They had nothing. But then God sent them bread from Heaven, Manna. It came as the morning dew. And it sustained them.
So what about us? Does God care? Where is our dew?
I found it.
Right outside my front door, I found dew on the leaves. Amazing, right? It's so incredibly peaceful and beautiful. The plant is called Mary’s Mantle. It’s leaves are shaped like a cape, a mantle, to enfold and protect. And it gathers dew drops. Just like Manna.
Mary is always there for us; protecting, comforting, guiding. Distributing graces like Manna to sustain us.
In the darkness of the cold desert nights, she is given God’s dew from Heaven.