Remember when we used to ride in the
country and see yellow fields with rows of hay piled up like Indian
teepees along the road and huge orange pumpkins scattered among them? The
air was brisk and clean, and great, puffy clouds were making their slow
procession across the sky. Trees were turning riotous colors – rust,
red, yellow, gold, orange, and some still green. Farmers were selling the
last of their produce and apple cider began appearing on the table.
One day like this in Ohio, I looked out the window
and huge snow flakes were drifting down and getting caught in the
bright-colored foliage. It was time to get out our roller skates and find
a hill that we could sail down from.
I wonder if stepping from our earthly home into
Eternity is something like this. After a life of activity mixed with
prayer, will we be excited about going Home to our Heavenly Father? Will
we be ready to leave the battlefield of life and head out for a high hill
where Jesus is waiting for us?
When you hear about after-death experiences you
wonder if you will be carried through the tunnel of Purgatory toward the
light, or will Jesus be waiting there in your room to take you in His Arms
and press you to His Sacred Heart? Will Our Lady be there with her
beautiful smile as our Guardian Angel stands at attention, waiting to
We will be carried by our very own True Love to the
Throne of our Father. "It is You, O Lord, Who have accomplished all
we have done." We are only unprofitable servants, but how He loves
our fragile vessel in which He sees His Son Jesus reflected.
(from the October 1999 newsletter)