It was 58 degrees this morning, with heavy clouds hanging low, but no rain just yet. Sister Mary Claire and I stood by the mailbox waiting for Robert. She was holding her meditation book, and Mini kept close, sniffing the grass and watching the road. Soon Robert’s pickup rumbled up and we climbed in for our ride to St. Mary’s.
We got there early enough for Sister to read the day’s meditation to me. It was about how Jesus rising from the dead shows us how to rise, too—not just at the end of our lives, but every day, in little ways, through grace. The part that stuck with me most was the question: What stone weighs down your heart? I’m still thinking about that.
Father Leroy’s homily helped. He talked about how spiritual resurrection means turning away from sin and tepidity and starting again with zeal. I liked that word—zeal. He said Jesus didn’t just leave the tomb behind, but also the wrappings that bound Him, and we have to do the same with the things that keep us from loving God fully.
This afternoon it warmed up to 74 degrees, so I went down to the cave. I brought nothing but found my All for Jesus book waiting for me on my pillow. I read a little and must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Mini was tugging at the quilt. It was getting dark, and we ran up the hill just in time. Supper was ready—macaroni and cheese just out of the oven.
Dear Jesus,
Help me rise with You. Roll away anything in my heart that keeps me from living for You with joy and trust. Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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