Today’s find: Hello, ol’ Friend

Boy, did I blow my chances to display a little thoughtfulness today.

Working a shift on Dutiful Son “transport” duty, I zipped out to Washington (MO) to accompany Mom for a medical test at Mercy Hospital. Laser-focused on the task at hand, I completely overlooked a couple of simple things that would have made the trip a bit more appealing for her.

“Dang, Mom, I forgot to bring you a Monster Cookie from the Baby Shower,” I said as soon as I entered her apartment. Followed quickly by a second dope-slap: “And I forgot to pack a fresh supply of novels for your reading pleasure, too!”

Sweetheart that she is, Mom forgave both transgressions, almost as quickly as I confessed them. And then it was off to the hospital building, for a chance to play the ever popular “senior citizen” version of Whack-A-Mole: Where exactly is the lab where the test’s been scheduled?

We solved the mystery soon enough (second floor lab, not first). About a half-hour later, we’d wrapped things up with the tech…and were headed for the exit…when Mom made a right turn instead of a left out of the elevators. “Wanna make a visit?” she asked, as she tugged on the door to the Chapel.

“Why, yes. Yes, I do!” I whispered under my breath as I hustled along behind her…into the inviting Presence. I marveled at how quickly this 92-year-old can move when she has a mind to: As I was still getting my bearings, Mom had already taken up a favorite resting spot, at the feet of Jesus…sitting quietly before the Eucharist reposed in the tabernacle.

A son wonders, “How’d she get over there so fast?”

It stirred my soul and touched my heart to see her there, catching up with her dear Friend. It’d been five long “COVID” months, I realized, since she’d been this close to Jesus in the Eucharist – a long, long dry spell for an erstwhile daily communicant.

 

“So wonderful, just to share a little sacred space with you, Jesus…”

And I knew I had been immeasurably blessed by the holiness of the woman in this moment – the “Martha” of my youth (ever attentive to the details of sustenance and hospitality) now morphing before my eyes into a loving “Mary,” delighted at an unexpected opportunity to waste a few moments with Jesus…fully immersed in His Presence…and visibly content at her serendipitous chance to choose the better half.

 

“Hello, ol’ Friend…so nice to see you back where I belong…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.

IHS

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14 thoughts on “Today’s find: Hello, ol’ Friend

  1. rev h john reiker

    what a wonderful witness your mother is -john r

  2. Mary Kopuster

    Exactly where we all belong! Good story.

  3. Tom Pohlman

    Very simple and loving story John. Thank you for sharing.

  4. Joe

    John, Thank you for sharing, I can’t help but think of the peace this must have brought to you.It sure is funny how God moments like this take us away from what we think are concerns,God shows us where our focus needs to be and how much we have to be thankful for.

  5. What a great son you are! You have many blessing awaiting you…

    I loved the Mary / Martha reference to your mom.

    Thanks for sharing.

  6. Joe Vilmain

    what a beautiful reflection – written with love
    Joe Vilmain

  7. Mary Jost

    John this touched me deeply. Thank you for sharing. What a amazing mom. I am so happy you took your mom to this doctor appointment. Amazing things happen when you care for your parents.
    Mary Jost

  8. Ginny Foley Klopfer

    I think your mom must be one super cool woman:)

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