I had a great day today!
For starters…
“This morning, Jesus Christ, the Incarnate Son of God, condescended to come and dwell within me, and gave Himself to me!”
Then, I took my niece, visiting from New Jersey, to the range and taught her how to fire a handgun.
We repeatedly killed paper. And it was a magnificent feeling as I taught this young woman the sense of confidence and power that comes from knowing how to defend yourself.
And Frosty never stood a chance…
On this First Sunday of Advent when we heard Luke’s account of the end of the world from Christ’s mouth – last Sunday was Matthew’s account of the same – we learn that even the cancelled priests are canceling each other.
Lord deliver us from evil.
Strung some Christmas lights up tonight. Guess what I don’t do…
Despite being a Christmas decorating master, I neglected to plug the four strings in before stapling them to the underside of my roof.
Now I know what lots of tiny icicle lights look like when a third of them don’t work.
Over the past few months I have had a great blessing in my life. A man with whom I was not well acquainted from my parish fell ill. When I heard he was in the hospital, I asked around as to whether or not he could receive visitors. My Mom and Dad taught me about the works of mercy. I know what I’m capable of, what my talents are. I may not be able to do much else but I can sit in a hospital room with the best of them!
Beginning in early May I went to visit my new friend. I have not mentioned that he is a revered and much beloved priest because it should not matter. “As. Often as ye did it for the least of these, my brethren…” And I haven’t been perfect about getting over to see him as often as I’d like. But here we are months later and many hospitals and facilities since that first visit.
A lifetime ago before he was ill, the man forgave my sins in the confessional. He gave me such wonderful counsel and really helped me advance in the spiritual life.
This week I managed four visits with him. And I am the one who is blessed to be in his presence. I’ve gotten to know this man as he’s preparing to pass to the next life. He has imparted his wisdom through a body that is failing him.
He told me a few days ago: “Thank you for coming to see me. It’s a great act of charity.”
I told him: “You’re my “father”. This is my pleasure.”
I truly think the only reason he has not let go is because he asked for just enough suffering to help a few more souls. I told him recently, “Father, I sure hope you’re offering this all up for me. I need it.”
He smiled faintly.
Then, with the weakest voice and the manliest heart he lifted his fingers and softly said (as I dropped to me knees next to his bed):
“Benedictio…”
If you read this, please pray for my friend. The Lord is so marvelous in how He give me an opportunity to learn from this man even at the end of his life. May God grant him a truly happy death and may the Blessed Mother, Mother of Priests, be in his sight when he opens his eyes, freed from the shackles of this life.
St. Joseph, patron of departing souls, pray for him!
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