On Friday I had mentioned that my keys, all of them (car, apartment and church keys) had gone missing. There were 2 electronic key fobs, and keys that would not have been easy to replace that promised me no end of irritation and expense.
I have been asking the Lord (rather sheepishly) to help me find them. But I had planned on beginning the process of replacing them on Monday. Today, after our church service in Chinatown was over, I moved over to our other building to join our Lunch Fellowship small group. On the way over, I noticed an older man who appeared like so many others I have seen walking by. Unkempt, unshaven and talking to himself. As I passed by him I heard him muttering something like “found some keys”. The words didn’t register in my head until after I entered the building. When the words hit me, I jumped back outside the door, hoping the man was still there, and he was. I quickly got his attention and asked him, “Did you just say you found some keys?”
"I find there are three stages in every great work of God: first it's impossible, then it's difficult, then it's done."
Father O'Shea, the parish priest in the village, was giving a sermon about charity. He said, "The trouble with the world today is that some people have too much and others have too little. We must give of ourselves and our worldly goods to help the less fortunate."
"However you choose to pray for your children, just know that when you do this, it is a sweet fragrance to the Lord."