Late this morning, I went into chapel to make preparations for tomorrow’s Mass. Yes! We are having Mass! Earlier today, I wasn’t so sure.
As the main sacristan here, I also am responsible for scheduling priests to offer the Holy Sacrifice in our St. Anne’s Chapel. We are so grateful to all those who make this a daily opportunity for our residents, as well for as the visitors who often come.
During the several years that I have had this role, the times we have been without a priest have been scarce, and we have never been without Sunday Mass. I feared this record was coming to an end this weekend, however. Try as I might, I had not been able to find a priest available to help.
I’ll admit, I wasn’t too faithful in fulfilling the instructions found in Matthew 6:25: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life…” It’s ironic that just last night I mentioned this passage to on of my Sisters, half teasingly, when she was concerned about storms.
I, myself, had been “praying up a storm” during the last 24 hours, concerned about what we were going to do to enable our residents to participate in the Sunday liturgy. I was definitely “calling for help” as tomorrow’s psalm refrain says.
The truth of this psalm struck me as I glanced over the words in preparation for my role in the morrow’s liturgy.
My “cal[l]s for help” had truly been answered. I needn’t have worried. That’s easier said than done, though.
Sr. Christina M. Neumann