When I was young, I thought everything around me
already existed, whether built order or social realm. But often it was built
from nothing by another generation, even the people around me. Much exists as a
blessing, by favour, or at least a decision, by will.
Praise, bless, preach, say the Dominicans. And this is intimately associated with veritas, the truth. Praise results from
gratitude; blessing shares benefits; preaching tells the truth: a trinity. Much
thanks to give, much change to require. Preaching doesn’t mean I’m telling you
I know it all; you can preach by listening alone. You don’t need a great many
words to speak truth.
Each of us is a blessing though we may not know it. It
can take a lifetime to find you have something that comes into play by itself,
that others notice while you remain unaware. Blessing doesn’t need force, or
even direction. You are uniquely gifted with an ability which may be quirky and
you may never know what it is. You might not even need to find out.
Blessing makes holy, both giving and receiving. The
bread is blessed before it is broken; truth is blessed before it is spoken.
