A Couple of weeks ago an old man, Paddy came up to me after mass begged me for prayers because he siad he was in hospital for tests and said he knew I was close to God and after I siad I would hugged me and walked away. I barely knew him. But I have experienced this several times in Church. A few weeks ago a family a family of strangers came up and smiled and nodded at me, the father shook my hand and walked away. I am asked constantly for prayers and prayers for the most serious and gravest of requests and I always promise and ...I hope always comply. The suffering of people often causes my jaw to drop open. The pain , the Crosses of others often stuns me to silence and much prayer. I so often wish I were. like Padre Pio a worker of the greatest miracles wtih some magic cloth to wipe these pains away. Often times these so terrible, terrible pains away. Some times, very occasionally people come back to me and tell me a miracle of some kind has indeed happened . Most often not. I can only say, that having experienced very bad things of the very worst kind in my own life and having come through them that al lsuffering has meaning, has purpose and God really does love us. No pain or even the smallest part of suffering has purpose. I wish , oh how I wish I could impart this to others. That everything fits together in the love of God. People must themselves learn this in the Light of a loving Eternity. I have no magic cloth to wipe it all away. Oftne times we must walk thorugh the Night to reach the morning. But I can in my prayerful poverty hold your hand and walk with you for a while. Giving you strength to walk through it. But our God is the God of Miracles because the greatest miracle of all . That He is love. And that is the biggest magic cloth of all.
Ah, there's the rub. I'm right there with you, Padraig, the poorest of the poor. May the Two Hearts make up for our lack! Safe in the Hearts of Jesus and Mary!
