Today Jim and I, along with our friends Emil and Lynn, went to Minnesota City to St. Paul’s Catholic Church for a delicious ham dinner. I really felt at home coming back to the parish we’d attended for many years, where we nearly filled a whole pew with our family. As we were leaving, I slipped into the church, and my mind went back in time to perhaps the busiest time of my life, and in many ways the happiest, with all our children with us. But there was sadness amidst it all. The worst nightmare any parent could have, getting a call that our 16-year-old son Duane was killed.
During our time at this church event I felt the love and warmth coming from so many people who seemed to know me. A lot of them said, “We always read your articles” (Matter of Faith in Post). I thanked them for all the encouragement. I said it is my gift from God and I want to share it.
I also had the opportunity to thank the first responders that, along with God’s grace, saved my life several years ago as I was suffering from a severe depression and had a drug reaction causing a seizure, which almost cost me my life. This kind lady said she kept telling me in my unconscious state, “the man upstairs will help you,” and indeed He did. Now I know the hand of God was very much there for me, again thanks to the kind responders and everyone who prayed for me. Now I know I would have left much work undone. Like my friend Pat always told me, who else would bake pies like that (1,000 in a year - I finally know why God graced me with such big hands...to roll pie crust and peel apples), thus building three houses in Sri Lanka, and now spreading God’s word through the “Matter of Faith.” I’m also around to give my family the love they so deserve and say I am sorry for their pain on my account. I can only repay them now with my love, praying always for God’s blessing upon their lives, wishing we could all live in a more peaceful world. Perhaps it is an incentive to work harder for total peace one day in the glories of heaven.
God’s hands are always open to accept our love, prayers, and sufferings. His arms to embrace us. He calls us all by name. We are His children and His Mother Mary is our mother too. I often ask her to take my loved ones by the hand and lead them to her Son, Jesus. That is her heavenly job. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you, blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Yes, the Hail Mary that is such a powerful prayer and through the hand of God brings down many graces and blessings upon this troubled world.
In so many ways Duane used his hands for the honor and glory of God, putting a cross high upon a hill across from the Bass Camp area where we lived, making jewelry using crucifixes from broken rosaries, making a banner for church of hands giving the peace sign, just to name a few. Yes, the hand of God was surely upon his short life. May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen.
I’m happy as well to have been chosen to spread the good news of God’s Divine Mercy. Just clamoring (waiting) to be spent upon all the people of the world.
I assure you, brothers and sisters in Christ, God is reaching out His hand from heaven to earth, gathering up all our prayers, deeds of mercy and alms for the poor. “As long as you did it to the least of my brethren you did it to me.”
Let us embrace the hand of God to receive the graces we need to bring us all together one day in the company of the angels, saints and all our loved ones in heaven. Amen.
God love and bless you always.