(I am working on a piece on Medjugorje, which I hope to have up before I leave in the morning for the first leg of my visits. If not, I will have it up Tuesday evening. In the meantime, I loved this simple little story by our reader, Susan Skinner. It reminded me of another occasion. My first program director in radio was a lively, almost stereotypic Italian – Nick Farella. He was a wonderful man and a great teacher and mentor. I was, by far, the most controversial on-air personality at the station. (Thank God I also got the highest arbitrons!) One day, with a somber look, he called me into his office – which I occasionally used for research when he was out. He sat silently for a moment and I thought…”Hoo boy, looks like I have done it this time.” But I waited. Finally, after gulping a few times, he asked, “Is this yours?” – and pulled up a Rosary – which I had lost the day before. I enthusiastically said it was. “Oh thank God,” he said, wiping his head in relief. “I found it in my chair this morning and thought it was a message from God that he was not happy with me – and hoped against hope that maybe it was yours.” We both sat down thinking we were in trouble – and both left relieved and amused. – CJ)
By Susan Skinner
I started a new job this year. RCIA and Adult Faith Formation Coordinator, a much bigger responsibility than I had at my previous parish. My first week there I was a little overwhelmed. I used the analogy I have heard before when you are learning something new; it’s like drinking water from a fire hose. It can be like that at the start of any new job. But I have souls I will be responsible for catechizing, for converting. Am I up to your task Lord? On the way in I said a prayer, “Lord, give me the grace to do your will in this position. Give me the grace to get through this period of learning the role. Lord, just give me Grace.”
I arrived at work. Outside my office door I saw a little crucifix on the floor. The kind of crucifix you may see on a rosary bracelet, almost like a little charm. “Oh,” I thought, “somebody lost the crucifix to their rosary bracelet.” I began to walk down the hall. I stopped in each office asking if anybody had lost this crucifix. No, no, no, people said. Eventually I ran into my boss. She said, “Oh we knew we dropped that on the floor, but we couldn’t find it. I decided that whoever found it needed Grace for the day. Susan Skinner, there is your Grace. I took that crucifix to Rome with me and had it Blessed by Pope Francis. It’s for you now…your Grace.” I was dumbfounded! – Seriously Lord! You tangibly handed me Grace. You are an awesome God! And that my friends, was a definitive God moment. It is through God alone that I breathe and am able to be where I am. Blessings to all of you.