Saturday September 2, 2017
When I was in Grade I, our class was taken on a day-long picnic to the nearby town. Before I left home for the picnic, my father gave me a currency bill, with the advice: “Keep it safe.” After the enjoyable and memorable picnic, I returned home in the evening, walked up to my dad, and returned the currency bill to him. With no little surprise, he asked: “Why did you not spend it?” I replied with the naiveté of childhood: “You asked me to keep it safe!” I had failed to read the mind of my father and missed out on much fun!
The servant with one talent was not naïve, though. He was plain lazy and fearful. Perhaps he was jealous of those who got more. He had no love for the landlord; for, if he did, he would have worked at increasing the asset of the master.
God, help me to gratefully use the talents you have given me for your glory, the sanctification of my soul, and the salvation of my sisters and brothers.
