This morning began in the shimmering cold at 28 degrees. Frost covered the grass in a soft whiteness, and Mini hurried back inside after only a moment, shaking her paws like the ground had surprised her.
Sister Mary Claire and I bundled up and walked down to the mailbox, our breath puffing in little clouds. Just as we reached it, we heard the familiar rumble of Robert’s pickup coming up the road. He rolled down the window with his usual cheerful greeting—“Morning, girls!”—his voice warm against the cold air. After we climbed in, he leaned over and scooped Mini up gently, settling her right onto Sister’s lap the way he always does. Mini gave one happy wiggle, then curled herself into a neat little ball.
The pickup heater had things toasty warm, and the windows slowly cleared as we drove toward St. Mary’s. The world outside looked silver and still.
At Mass, Father LeRoy reminded us that today is the Feast of Christ the King and also the very last Sunday of the whole Liturgical Year. He explained that Christ’s kingship isn’t like earthly kings with jeweled crowns—it is the kingship of a Savior who rules from the Cross with mercy. Father said that the Gospel today, where Jesus tells the good thief, “Today you will be with me in Paradise,” shows the true heart of our King. Loving. Merciful. Always remembering us.
He said the whole Liturgical Year leads us to this point, inviting us to let Christ reign in our hearts and in the way we treat others. “Let Him be King of your choices and your hopes,” Father said softly.
After Mass, the cold seemed sharper, but everything felt clearer too. Mini trotted ahead with her ears perked, as if she sensed the day was special.
Now we’re home again. The quiet tells me Advent is close—just one week away.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, my King, thank You for walking with us through this whole Church year. Reign in my heart and help me begin the new one with hope, trust, and love.
Love, Kathy
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