I got a text from Tim, updating me on his schedule...working a 24 hour car we never know if he will be up all night or have the good fortune to catch a few hours of sleep.
"Meet you at the gym"
"Ok" I replied.
I fed the cat, began to make my breakfast, washed the dishes...
felt a momentary wave of sadness about my sense of unfulfilled call to the priesthood...
and shrugged it off... nothing can be done about that now.
Went to check in on email, news media stream and facebook while I ate my oatmeal.
Ready to head out the door...later than I like but in time to synch our schedules at the gym.
At 8:05 I headed out the door, got in the car, drove down my street two blocks and turned west onto
Del Oro.
I look ahead and am struck by this tremendous full arching rainbow. The beauty is so intense I want to take a picture but hate the development that will be captured in the picture so I keep driving slower than usual so that I can continue to soak in the beauty. And then it hits me
"Do not let your heart be troubled!" Spirit whispered words of comfort and encouragement.
The Gospel of John bringing solace and hope in the midst of my frustration and disappointment.
Suddenly too, something else occurs to me.
I'm two blocks away from our new residence... driving on Del Oro Road, the "Road of Gold".
"What riches "that exceed all that I can desire" (words from the Collect for yesterday) lies in the future?"
I cannot imagine. All I can do is rest in the hope found in the story of the Covenant of the Rainbow and the Book of Revelation. All that I can do is be faithful in discipleship with that which has been entrusted to me.
Lord in your mercy, make it so.
"I Bind unto my self this day the strong name of the Trinity.
By Invocation to the same, the Three in One, the One in Three."
The Breast plate of St. Patrick rises in my heart as I continue on toward my destination.
As I turn to the north, the intensity of the rainbow changes, diminishes, as I shift my perspective in relation to the sun and rain that falls in the west. The momentary transcendence of the encounter with the Holy also begins to recede into my memory as I continue to make my way, by a different route to my destination..
Waiting at the intersection without anyone behind me and streams of traffic to my right and left, I hear the notification bell on my phone...
I've already missed hearing one notice come in when I glance down.
I have 2 messages from Tim.
"Got Call"..."At st.m. no bed delay"
Onward to the Gym.
As I travel west on Bear Valley I drive right into the rain shower.. a spring rain, gently reminding me of the days spent in Ireland, and the sweet saying Monseignor Murray offered Tim and I on our wedding day.
"Rain, surely a sign that God will be showering you with blessings."
You have to love how an Irishman can highlight the good in the most common of occurrences for the people of the Emerald Isle, and shared that tradition with the descendants of immigrant Irish Catholics.
Surely we will be blessed
and have been blessed
and are called to be a blessing to others.
Let It Be So, Lord.
Amen
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