Wednesday, June 5, 2024

June 5, 1955


Dear Diary,

This bright morning began with a special grace as Sister Mary Claire and I attended Morning Mass at St. Mary's. Father Leroy was there, his voice filled with vigor, as he shared insights from the Meditation book Sister gifted him. It's identical to the one she treasures, and now they can reflect together. Today was extraordinary because it marked the Feast Day of St. Boniface, an English Benedictine monk whose courage and commitment to unity were unparalleled. Father Leroy recounted how St. Boniface was martyred in 754 alongside 52 companions, their unity in faith unbroken even in the face of death.

Father LeRoy's words echoed a deep truth: "In any pursuit, we can only secure success by concentrating all our thoughts and energies upon it alone. In this respect, the children of light may well take a lesson from the children of this world. Seek God alone and always. Let one principle guide your life in all its diverse operations. Let nothing turn you from the path of consistency, from whole-hearted loyalty and affection towards God. Do not dissipate your energies on any other object; but let all the various duties of life look to God and be turned to His service." His message urged us to embody the spirit of St. Boniface, focusing all our energies and efforts towards living a life dedicated to God, finding in every action a pathway to serve Him.

As dusk fell, Sister Mary Claire and I retreated to our beloved Prayer Wagon. Amid the quiet whispers of evening, we shared a prayer, our voices mingling softly, seeking to embody the unity and devotion of St. Boniface. Through our simple yet profound act of prayer, we felt the comforting embrace of divine unity, reinforcing our resolve to walk consistently and faithfully in the light of God's love.

Truly, today has been a day of reflection and spiritual enrichment, reminding us of the power of unity and the importance of a singular focus on the divine in all aspects of life.

With a heart full of peace, Kathy





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