Sunday morning, Easter Morning, I awoke and decided to take a walk. As I was preparing for the walk, it became my walk with Christ. It was on this walk, I knew I could never come back. I packed my rosary & prayer, tossed on my shoes and started walking to Church to see our Lord in Adoration.
As I started to pray I noticed the life around me. I came to a tree in bloom and stopped to look. Some blooms were open and full flowers and some buds had not opened yet. I came to a pine tree and seen some cones fully open that had sent forth their seeds and some completely closed, holding on to them. I was reminded of our faith in Christ. Some hearts open before others. Some are in full bloom, some just ready to burst forth and some have not opened yet. All just as beautiful as the next.
As I walked and prayed, I came to a house that had been completely renovated but no one was living in it yet. It looked as if it had been updated from top to bottom and all it was waiting for was to become a home. I thought of “I will destroy this temple made with human hands and in three days will build another, not made with hands.’”. And I continued to walk..
As I came to a bend in the road that lead to my church, I noticed someone walking behind me. I continued to pray the rosary and ponder. A teenage boy came up behind me, and began to speak to me. He was mentally retarded, and asked me what I was ding on this beautiful day. I told him I was praying the rosary and walking to Church. He began to walk with me and told me he was going to a car lot up the street and I assumed he liked cars, then he said he was heading to the pet shop up the street that had lots of animals. We began to talk about faith and as we walked, I taught him how to pray the rosary. He was not Catholic, but his love for Christ was very noticeable.
We talked about our Lord all the way to my Church. I told him I was going to see our Lord who is present in the Holy Eucharist. He did not know what Catholics believed. We walked and had an enjoyable morning and it came time for me to leave. When we got to my church I told him this is where I had to cross. I asked him his name and he said it was Kenny. I told him I would keep him in my prayers and he walked off with my rosary and the little prayer card, instructing him how to pray.
He was continuing on and I crossed the street to my home parish. As I got into the parking lot, the 10 AM Easter Mass was letting out. One of the office workers seen me and grabbed me telling me they needed some help directing traffic because it was getting backed up. So I put on the orange vest, grabbed the whistle he gave me and was on my way directing traffic on the street where cars were trying to cut into the exit. I started directing traffic,m allowing cars to exit on to the street, not allowing cars into the same area, as they had to go back and turn at the “light” to enter. As I stood there I realized I was in the middle of the street and looked at the stop light. I could hear our Lord speaking to me in my heart, “Work with the Light”. I giggled because I knew not only was He speaking about the traffic light, but also in regards to Him. After about 30 minutes or so, the traffic died down and I was free to spend some time with our Lord in adoration.
I walked to the tabernacle, kissed it and thanked our Lord, knowing Mass was about to begin again, left quickly, grabbing a Divine Mercy Chaplet pamphlet for the walk and continued my walk with Him, taking that different route home. As I am still walking with Him today, without any plans using that old route, with the exception of making sure Mama Mary was still with me.
2 responses to “My Walk With Him”
That was a beautiful walk, full of meaning and so well described – the little boy could have been an angel too! Often on my walks I start similar analogies with the trees, birds and animals – there is a sufi poem which says: why do you hide yourself so behind this veil of nature and for whom do you really lift it to reveal yourself.
It is divine. Simply divine.