Monday, November 21, 2011

The Last Few Leaves

I had a rare Monday off.  I so love not having to go work outside the house on Mondays and having the day free to do things around the house, etc.  This morning, after early Mass and Adoration, I set out to visit my priest friend that I wrote about a few weeks ago.  My friend gave me the necessary kick in the behind that I needed to get out there and so I made my way to see him.

I will keep the details of our last conversation to myself but I will tell you that I do not regret having visited Father.  He was very weak and unable to say very much, but the smile that crossed his face when I slipped a novena card of St. Therese into his hand was precious.  He once told me that every time he privately offered Mass, he invited the Little Flower to be with him.  The fact that this card was blessed by Pope Benedict when I was in Rome made it even more special.

As I was talking to Father, I looked out his window and noticed a tree.  It had lost most of its leaves except for a few bright yellow ones that stubbornly clung to the branches.  I thought of how fitting it was that this tree should be visible from Father's window because it was so like him, with the last bit of life still there and still gloriously beautiful.  Yet soon the tree will go into dormition to produce an even greater splendor in the spring.

Please keep Father in your prayers.  He is on his cross now and all I can do to help him is pray for him.


  1. Beautiful post, Joyce.
    Most people would've gone shopping, you know. :)

    I realize you didn't write this for a pat on the back, but it gives me such hope to know there are still some people like you in the world.

  2. Thank you Julie, and yet I feel so bad because if my friend didn't give me a kick in the butt to get there, I would have continued to make excuses, afraid as usual. As I was making dinner, I kept running the words of the Gospel in my mind. "Lord, when did we visit you when you were sick?" I should have gotten myself out there much sooner, but I have to let that go.

    I just received word that Father has taken what looks like his final turn in his journey home, so please continue to pray for him.
    God Bless you Julie

  3. Wonderful Joyce. You did exactly what Christ asks of us as He tells us in the parable of the sheep and goats. "And the king will say to them in reply, ‘Amen, I say to you, whatever you did for one of these least brothers of mine, you did for me.’

    By the way, that parable proves the protestants all wrong when they say that works are not part of getting one into heaven. Those goats certainly accept Jesus, and yet they are still thrown into hell.

  4. I was blessed to be able to visit Father Terry in his last time here. I know I felt more blessed than anything we were able to give. We prayed the Divine Mercy. He wasn't conscious, but it def. was a holy moment.


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