Praise be to our Lord and Savior – I Trust in You . . .
Sam humbly submits the following reflections:
Father, Faith and Friend
So, we went to the sidewalk on our day. Little did we know the bounty awaiting us. . .
As a precious gift, we were blessed with the presence of “Fr. Abraham”. An ardent pro-lifer himself Fr. Abraham assumed his position at the corner, stole hung around his neck, with the Crucified Christ held up, in one hand, praying. . . .
In our short time as “sidewalkers”, we haven’t experienced this exponential presence. The mere sight of a Priest – in his clerics, with Jesus centered on the sidewalk. . .powerful and prayerful.
How do I exhibit His Presence to others? Quietly, peacefully and lovingly? All I had to do was look to my left, up at the corner, to see The Living Example . . .
Needless to say, there was “icing on the cake” yet to come. As our hour ended and we walked with Fr. Abraham toward our cars, fortunately parked near “that house a block away who lets us park there” (I still had never met these folks nor thanked them for the gesture) we talked with Fr. Abraham and offered to buy him a taco for breakfast. But, He had a Plan greater than ours. . .
As we approached our cars, a lady walking a dog stopped Fr. Abraham and said she recognized him as the Priest who presided over her sister’s funeral. Small world. . . Susie and I left them and headed to our car, we had to get out of there, our plan not His. . .
We politely waited for Fr. Abraham to finish his encounter so we could go get a taco. Yet, as we waited for Father, a couple near “that house a block away who lets us park there” came out of nowhere and asked me, out of the blue: “Are you a priest? We want to go to Confession.” I am no closer to being a Priest than Satan, I thought – but I knew there was one near as Fr. Abraham was on his way toward us. Miraculously, I said “I am not, but THAT GUY is”. At which, without missing a beat (but now, about to miss the breakfast taco I offered to buy him), Fr. Abraham, graciously, calmly and with a smile said “Hello, I am Fr. Abraham; how are you”. At which time that couple explained their desire to confess (and that they needed to do it in Spanish, if possible). Not a problem for bi-lingual Fr. Abraham. . .
As Susie and I left that morning, we gave thanks . . .many things laid in our path as we humbly served Him. . .