Not too long ago, I wrote about my five-year-old son wanting to be held during Mass. This past weekend, he put on his Sunday best—a polo shirt, sport coat, and tie. Polo shirt with a tie is definitely a new trend. We’ll see if it catches on.
As his dad, I did my fatherly duty: fixing his collar, straightening his tie, making sure he looked sharp. But as I tried, he kept fighting me—swatting my hands away, wiggling out of reach.
Frustrated, I finally said, "I’m trying to help you!"
It reminded me of a drowning person wrestling the lifeguard or a patient refusing medicine, fighting the very one trying to save them.
Honestly, it’s just kids in general.
But really, it’s us.
We ask God for help, for guidance, for healing—and then we resist. We swat His hands away, insisting on doing things our way. We fight against the very grace we need.
Sometimes, we’re just like children—struggling against the Father who is only trying to help us.
Maybe today is a good day to stop fighting. To let Him straighten what’s crooked, fix what’s out of place, and make us more like Him.