At
Mass Saturday evening, the lone altar server, tried to lift the crucifix out of
the holder to lead the procession. She was small and short and could only reach
from the bottom, but due to the top weight, she lost control and the crucifix
top tilted and hit the floor with a loud sound. As it goes, the women in the
church gasped while her parents looked on ready to assist. The priest and the
deacon were at the rear of the church and unable to render immediate aid at the
time. As for the congregation, it was mainly women sitting near that area and
not certain whether they should intervene. The little trooper was persistent
and managed to get control and marched right to the rear of the church where
the priest and deacon was. There she began to cry, feeling humiliated, hurt,
and who knows what. They did their best to console her before Mass started. She
regained confidence in herself and led the procession. Her parents still
watched her every move like eagles. At the end of Mass, the priest announced
that he had made mistakes and felt humiliated about the things he had done in
the past and how much God loves us so much, that HE immediately forgets the
wrongs we make. The priest never mentioned the altar server’s earlier
misfortune. I was impressed and wanted to stand up and clap, but if you know
anything about Catholics, we are quite reserved. But the priest’s effort was
appreciated.
I
mentioned all of this to say that we all make mistakes, but God’s love redeems
us. It is important to address what we feel and show respect and love to the
people who are in front of us. I mentioned earlier that I would touch on a dear
friend of mine in my last blog entry. If you noticed, I always mention her in
my prayers at the end of the entry.
Dorothy
and I go back since the late 80’s and early 90's where we worked together. She always reminded
me of a sergeant in the military. She was the head accountant and made sure all
department managers had their stuff together. You would know immediately if you
didn’t. She did not play when it came to the numbers. No one was spared.
Dorothy had a heart of gold underneath that exterior. Those of us who got to
know her realized it later. I still remember her arthroscopic knee surgery.
Unbeknownst to anyone, it was a prelude to many more.
After
she had gotten into an accident in the new store, her life changed. I will not
go into the details but since then up until now, my friend has had over 60+
surgeries. She has undergone a great deal of pain and hardships, but she still
carries on like a faithful soldier. She has lost loved ones, friends and
sacrificed so much for her family and herself. There were times that she
disobeyed doctors’ orders from staying on bed rest to cook and provide for her
family. There are so many things that we
take for granted, and yet, not anytime have I ever heard her denounce God, his
love or her situations. Dorothy has assisted with the HIV victims, the broken
hearted, the lost and the homeless. She probably has done much more but she
does not volunteer any information to me. I’m just nosy. Throughout the trials
and tribulations she endured, she never gave up. I pray for her daily. I don’t
talk to her every day, because she needs her rest. But, when I do speak with
her, I don’t stay on the phone long. I’m not a talker, but I just wanted her to
know that I care and love her.
How
many of us truly count our blessings? How many of us are grateful for what we
have even if it seems that it’s not enough? How many of us thank God and
include HIM in on everything that we do? How many of us even remember HIM when
everything seems to be going our way? A new year is coming is here. We get
another fresh start like we do every day. What will we do differently?
Dorothy & Harold, you are always in my prayers.