Thursday, Feast of the Ascension
Robert came early this morning in his pickup and gave us a ride to Church. Sister Mary Claire and I had only just finished our oatmeal and cream, and Mini was still licking her bowl clean when we heard the tires crunching on the gravel out front. The sun was just lifting itself over the trees, and the sky—oh, Diary—it looked like Heaven had opened right above us. Pale golden light poured through soft clouds, and the blue behind them was so deep and bright it made me think of angels singing. Sister said it looked like the kind of sky Jesus might have disappeared into on Ascension Day.
At Mass, Father LeRoy preached about the Apostles watching Jesus rise up into Heaven, and how they just stood there looking up into the sky. I know I would’ve done the same—who wouldn’t? But then Father reminded us of what the angels said: “Why stand ye looking up to heaven?” They weren’t meant to stay frozen like that. They were meant to go out and do something. Jesus had work for them to do.
This afternoon, Mini and I went down to the cave. I brought the little meditation book with me and read while Mini sniffed around and finally settled by the stream. It’s so quiet in there you can almost hear your own heartbeat. I read about how Jesus entered Heaven, and how the angels and saints must’ve sung as He took His throne. It said we should want to go to Heaven too—not just by hoping, but by acting like it, every day. That made me stop and think. Do I live like someone who belongs in Heaven?
My call to action today is to raise my heart more often toward Heaven. Not just when I’m reading holy books or sitting in Church, but even when I’m doing regular things—feeding the chickens, gathering eggs, or sweeping the porch. I want to think more about Jesus and less about myself. That’s what it means to follow Him upward.
For supper tonight, Sister made us egg sandwiches again with mayonnaise and her favorite bread and butter pickles. I used one of Omelette’s big brown eggs, and she didn’t fuss a bit. She even let me pet her without a peck. Sister said it was the best sandwich she’d had all week. I think the pickles made her extra happy.
Dear Jesus,
Today You returned to Heaven in glory, and I want to follow You—not just with my eyes, but with my heart. Help me to look up more often, not just to the sky, but to You. Pull me away from anything that keeps me stuck in the world and teach me to love what You love. I give You my chores, my thoughts, and my dreams. Make me ready for Heaven by living for You here.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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