This morning was interesting, to say the least…
After filling in briefly for a co-worker who wasn’t able to make it in, I trudged through the snow, myself, on foot. (My winter boots were better at deep snow travel than some car tires.) I walked in tire tracks of larger vehicles that had braved the snowy side roads ahead of me, and made my way to St. Michael’s Church for Mass.
Since my wrist watch was covered by the sleeve of my heavy winter coat, I couldn’t tell what time it was. In case I’d be late, I prepared by praying an act of contrition silently. (I hadn’t left too early because I was helping a resident dress for the day.)
I got into Church just as the reader was leading the entrance antiphon on this feast of St. John the Apostle.
I don’t remember a lot about the readings, but something in Father’s homily deeply resonated with me at this time in my life.
He spoke of St. John (at the Last Supper) leaning on Jesus’ heart…even hearing its beating.
All through my life, but especially at difficult times, I, too want to be close to that heart. This was a touching meditation for me to take to prayer.
When I am going through a time of grief and difficulty, I cling staunchly to Jesus, asking Him to keep me close to His heart.
The beautiful thing is that He holds onto me, too.