This morning at Holy Mass Father LeRoy read from the Gospel of Luke where Jesus told His disciples that the Son of Man would be handed over to men. They didn’t understand, and Sister Mary Claire explained on our walk home that sometimes God hides the meaning of things until we are ready to understand. She said the disciples’ hearts were not ready yet, but Jesus wanted them to remember His words so that when the time came, they would know it was all part of God’s plan.
As we walked, Mini trotted ahead, sniffing every dried leaf in the ditch, her little bottom wiggling as happy as ever. The air was chilly, and I could feel that fall is giving way to cold days. Sister said the seasons remind us of God’s timing too—there is a right season for everything, even for understanding.
When we reached home, Clifford, the handyman Sister found, was already busy at the cave. He is a tall man with broad shoulders and rough hands, the kind of hands that have fixed many things. His overalls were worn but neat, and he had a way of working steady without a lot of talk. Clifford built a solid wood door for the entrance, with strong hinges and a latch, so the wind won’t whistle in this winter.
He stood back and gave a nod when the door shut tight and sure. “That’ll hold up just fine for you girls,” he said with a quiet smile. Sister sighed and told me later, “No one else could have done it.” I thought that was true. The cave already feels snugger, as if John Hathaway himself would be glad for such good work.
I felt a peace, knowing the cave will be ready for winter nights, with the fire’s glow and the prayers we will offer there.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, thank You for Your words, even when I don’t understand them right away. Help me to trust like the disciples, and wait for the time when You will make things clear. Bless Sister Mary Claire, Clifford for his sturdy door, and little Mini who keeps me smiling. Keep us warm and safe in Your love.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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