My wife and I went to Mass this morning. On way, I prayed to God that something in the service—reading, homily, or song—may speak to her message she might need. Unknowing what such is, I pray and leave it up to God.
Father’s Day, we went to Mass as a family. In front pew, all of us broke and fell into tears at play and sing of recessional hymn. It was the entrance song of months before when, as a family, we entered Church and Mass for my wife’s grandfather’s—Pepere’s—memorial service.
Things like that don’t “just happen,” and we knew—first Father’s Day without him—that it was God and Pepere sending sign to say we were not forgotten. We were remembered, and we were loved.
Today at Mass, message spoke again—first notes and chords of piano’s play into sing of first-verse line:
“Mine eyes have seen the glory and the coming of the Lord…”
“Battle Hymn of the Republic”—it is sending forth song of Pepere’s Mass where from our morning, we are sent again to profess and live the Word of God.
I turn to my wife, tears already in eyes knowing hers will be the same.
We hold one another in stand together, not so much in console but in overwhelm and joy at the sign.
Two for two—in fellowship of Church—we receive song and voice of sign. In the Miracle of Mass, God and Pepere speak—affirm to my wife—that she is not forgotten. She is remembered, and she is loved.
Things like that don’t “just happen.”
But they do—by the love and grace of GOD.