HOLY TRINITY PARISH USA (CR News) — an old grandfather recently learned a powerful secret while raking leaves in his backyard. His wife and fellow parishioners call him Earl. His grandkids call him PooPa, but God just calls him “Friend” (Jn 15:15).
Earl was flabbergasted.
It happened last week outside of Orangeburg. It was just before the big hurricane. Let’s take a closer look at the story.
From the very start, this was not an ordinary day for Earl. As he walked through the gate into his backyard, he could not help but notice how incredibly refreshing the weather was. The air was crisp and cool. The birds were singing as if they were part of a choir. The cool breeze invigorated the old grandfather as if he had a new lease on life.
In short, Earl was feeling great!
As was his custom when he felt really good, he let the Lord know. He thanked God out loud. He really didn’t care who heard and who knew how thankful he was. Earl could not remember the last time he had so much energy!
This was a Hallelujah day if ever Earl had experienced one.
The Nitty Gritty
“It’s a beautiful day!” Earl proclaimed loudly, “Thank you, Jesus,” he added.
“On a day like today, it’s even fun to rake, Lord,” he added. “I feel like you and I could do almost anything together!”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Lord!” Earl said passionately.
That’s when something very strange happened. It was a voice of sorts. Earl could not be sure if it were audible or just a very loud thought. Either way, the message was clear to the old man.
“You’re easy, Earl,” he heard the voice say. “That’s one of the things I love about you.
“Your spirit of thanksgiving pleases me greatly,” he continued. “It’s always easier and more rewarding to be around people who understand that they are being blessed!”
Earl dropped to his knees. Though he could not be sure of the source of the voice, he understood that this was a Holy Moment!
The raking was done for the day. One does not continue moving piles of leaves when heaven descends upon him. These are the times when one stops to think and pray. Earl had been around long enough to know that, so he sat under the tree for awhile. He didn’t know how long, but he was certain it was the right amount of time.
As usual, God’s wisdom exceeded Earl’s. It turned out that the hurricane arrived a day or two later. The wind blew leaves on the ground from yard to yard and dislodged most of the remaining leaves from their trees during its visit.
Raking would have been a waste of time! Contemplation never is.
That’s our story, and we’re sticking to it.
It’s cool to be Catholic. Very COOL2B!
2 thoughts on “Autumn Leaves”
How Holy are the moments we experience in the presence of God’s creative hand on the acre He planted us in. Thank you Rom for your Holy Moments and insights into the Father’s Love..Amen
God is soooooo good!