Brrrr! This morning the thermometer said 33 degrees, and the north wind came charging down the road like it had business of its own. Sister Mary Claire called it a “biting wind,” and she was right—it felt like a thousand tiny needles pricking at my cheeks. I wrapped my scarf twice around my neck, but Mini still squinted into the gusts as if it might blow her ears right off.
Robert’s old Ford pickup came rattling up the lane, and we hurried out, crunching through the frost. Sister climbed in and Mini leapt straight onto her lap. The heater hummed nicely, filling the cab with warmth and the smell of hay from Robert’s coat. Out the window, the fields were bare—just the brown stubble of corn left behind and a few crows hopping about, looking for what the pickers missed.
At St. Mary’s, the stove was glowing red, and everyone seemed thankful for it. Father LeRoy read from Saint Paul’s letter to the Romans, where Paul sent greetings to all those who had worked beside him—Prisca, Aquila, Mary, and so many others who gave their strength and love to the Church. Father said in his homily that these names remind us that every good work for Christ, no matter how small, is noticed by Heaven. He said the Church isn’t built from stone alone but from hearts joined in friendship and faith, just as Saint Paul’s helpers were his family in Christ.
I liked that thought—that even faraway names, read aloud on a cold morning, can warm us like friends gathered around a stove.
When we rode home, Mini’s nose left little fog prints on the window, and Sister smiled, saying, “Even the smallest one has her part in God’s great family.” Robert chuckled and said, “Then this little one must be the parish greeter.”
Now the wind still howls around the house, but inside it’s cozy. The stove crackles, Mini’s asleep by my feet, and Sister is knitting by the lamp. My heart feels thankful for every friend God’s placed in our path.
Love, Kathy
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