Monday, September 29, 2014

For What It's Worth

I had an interesting experience at Mass today.

It was the High School Family Mass.  The high school athletes were there and so were many families, thus the church was very full. As a result, instead of sitting at the end of the pew where we always sit, we moved down to make room for others.

The gentleman that sat down beside us was a man that I have seen at daily Mass.

His clothes and other features about him tell part of his tale.

His sweater was worn out at the elbow, his slacks not in the best shape. What little hair he had was long and a bit unkempt.

There were other things about him that made me know his state in life was not as easy as most of the people sitting in that church.

When it was time for the collection, I handed our tenacious one our envelope with our usual contribution inside.

I was watching that end of the pew because my Dear One was ushering and had the collection basket.

I noticed the gentleman reach in his pocket and take out a single dollar bill.  In that moment, I knew that he was more generous than all of us at church.

"He sat down opposite the treasury and observed how the crowd put money in to the treasure. Many rich people put in large sums.  A poor widow also came and put in two small coins worth a few cents. Calling his disciple to Himself, he said to them "Amen I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the other contributors to the treasury. For they have all contributed from their surplus wealth but she, from her poverty, has contributed all she had." (Mark 12: 41-44)

May we all trust the Lord with our "wealth", no matter how big or small that me be, and know that when we are generous, He will never hold back His blessings.

Monday, September 22, 2014

God is Faithful

Every morning as part of my morning prayers I say, "keep us safe, body and soul".

Twice in the past two days God really had my back.

Sunday, the day before a major freeway was set to reopen after being closed for complete overhaul since April,  someone decided it would be fun to open just a small section for foot, bicycle and long board traffic.

Our tenacious one decided she wanted to go with a friend and ride bikes down there.  They did, indeed, have fun.  In fact, they were having so much fun that they went way (WAY) past the place where they were supposed to stop.

My Dear One called me, trying not to sound too worried, and asked me to pray since the girls had been gone a long time and he did not see them in the crowd.  That was a terrifying phone call, to make and receive!

I immediately called my prayer warrior mom and then hit the floor on my knees.  I just kept saying The Lord's Prayer over and over and the Hail Mary and begging St. Anthony (among others) to show my Dear One where the girls were.

I also called 911.  Seems that every Livonia police officer was already down on the freeway (keeping the fun safe, and as it turns out, looking for other lost children.)  I gave them names and descriptions of the girls and then resumed praying.  Wayne found an officer who took him in his cruiser and they went looking together.

Thankfully they found them soon after!  Once 4 o'clock hit the construction works (or someone in charge) starting sending people off the freeway and made them make their way back to the beginning on the service drive of the freeway (which was full of traffic!)  That's were the girls were found, safe and sound, and tiredly trying to make their way back to Wayne.  They got to ride in a police car back to our vehicle and then rest on the ride home.

They had no idea what a hoopla they had caused.

Today, God was watching over us again.  A vehicle full of us were going with Josh to pick up his new, blue Mustang.

During the drive there, which was very long and involved many freeways and a new driver,  we came very close to being creamed by a pickup truck whose driver was in a hurry. Thanks to guardian angels, quick thinking, and no panicking on the part of the new driver, the vehicle we were in was returned to its original lane with not even a scratch on the fender.

(It was a lot more adrenaline pumping than that, but two stories in one blog is a lot to read!)

Anyway, we are all home and safe.

God be praised!!