It always starts with a nudge.
"Go and talk to her."So I leave my pew, make my way up to the wooden statue of Our Lady of Guadalupe and touching her feet I whisper :"Help." Her gaze is off to the right, eyes half closed but I know she hears.
Our chats are brief .She advises patience, peace and always prayer. I nod.
What I have brought to her is a painful situation in my family.New and troubling.The holiday time of family has become sorrowful. When I walk away from our talk, it is with the confidence that I just need to keep my eyes open and watch. My mood lifts. I know I have been heard.
When I get home from Mass, I open my e-mails and find one from a high school friend who reads this blog. I have not heard from Alice in months. My mouth falls open when I read the link she has sent me. It is an interview with a Jewish, atheist Harvard professor named Roy Schoeman, whose heart was converted when Mary appeared to him and they had a chat. Alice was looking for a music video on you tube when she happened on the conversion video and sent it on. Mary at work.
That day, an e-mail and then in awhile, a call and the healing has begun.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
