God repays…

When I was a few years a Sister, I remember Fr. Ken Shaw, SDB, giving away the last turkey the Salesian priests had in their refrigerator to a woman who by all external appearances, was not really in need.  All the priests were fine with having something else for Thanksgiving, but I remember being shocked.  I asked him how and why he would do such a thing…  He told me we are never wrong to do what is charitable.  That thought has stayed with me for many years, and resurfaced when I received this lengthy, but well-worthwhile email.  A good friend of mine sent it to me…and it really made me think.  We never know the good that we do and how or when it will be returned to us.  In the end, though, the kindness we show often comes back to us.  We are never wrong to do what is charitable…

The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.

“Leave me alone,” he growled… To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling — her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”
The woman’s smile became even broader.

Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. “What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.

Just then a policeman came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” he asked..

“No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?”

The officer scratched his head. “That’s old Jack. He’s been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?”

“See that cafeteria over there?” she asked. “I’m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.”

“Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.

“Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything.”

“This is a good deal for you, Jack,” the officer answered. “Don’t blow it.”

Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived.

The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. “What’s going on here, officer?” he asked.”What is all this, is this man in trouble?”

“This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the policeman answered.
“Not in here!” the manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business.”

Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.”

The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. “Sir, are you familiar with Eddy andAssociates, the banking firm down the street?”

“Of course I am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.”

“And do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?”

“What business is that of yours?”

I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.”

“Oh.”

The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a difference.”

She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a laugh. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?”

“No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.”

“Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?”

“Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.”

The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. “I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.”

The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said. “That was not my intent… Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.”

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.

“Jack, do you remember me?” Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so — I mean you do look familiar.”

“I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I’ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.”

“Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.

“I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat.”

Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.”

“I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right.”

“So you started your own business?” Old Jack said.

“I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered.” She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He’s the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.”

She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always open to you.”

There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you?” he asked.

“Don’t thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus… He led me to you.”

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. “Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said.

“On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And…And thank you for the coffee.”

If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing.
If you have missed some of my emails, you might have missed a laugh.
But, if you have missed knowing my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, you have missed everything in the world.

So, today, do something for someone in need.  Reach out your hand and your heart to someone, and regardless of whether or not you understand how, know that God will adequately repay you!

My New Hero: Ben Stein

I barely know Ben Stein.  In fact, I’ve seen him only a few times, and always on film (well, actually, probably digitally recorded).  He seems, however to be a man of great common sense.  Ben Stein has become my new hero…

The other night, I watched a film (thank you, Sussex County Public Library), called Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed.  I was happy to see Ben Stein suggest Intelligent Design as a possible means to explain creation.  Beyond promoting Intelligent Design, Mr. Stein focuses on the need for freedom of thought.  Of course, I am in favor of both.  Incredibly, many scientists would much rather agree to the theory of cells forming ON chrystals, or worse, that aliens planted us here!  If this is what the “intelligencia” of America believes, we are in trouble!

If you have not seen the movie, it might be worth your while to see the trailer.  You can see it below:

Now that you have seen the preview, I would urge you to see the complete film.  Stein’s documentation of the defamation of scientists open to the Intelligent Design Theory is enlightening.  His common-sense approach to science and its conceivable relationship to religion are incredible.  His ability to draw Darwinism to its logical conclusion – the creation of a perfect race, not unlike what Hitler did in Nazi Germany, is shocking. 

Seeing that America has just elected a president who is more pro-abortion than even Bill Clinton was, I am preoccupied about where we are heading.  Does the average American think it is better to kill off the unborn who are not “fit” for survival? In our search to be pragmatic, to make sense and have things work, we have forgotten this:  Life comes from God.  It is a gift.  More than being priced or valued, life is to be cherished.

As Mother Theresa of Calcutta said,
It is a poverty to decide that a child must die so that you may live as you wish.

Funerals, and why Don Bosco said, “A piece of heaven fixes everything.”

 There is something powerful about gathering as a family after a loss.  At a funeral mass today, as we walked by the coffin, there was no denying the death that had been undergone, the finality of the loss, or the silent suffering of a family that has said goodbye to a significant member.

At the funeral for my friend’s father, the words she spoke last night came to mind.  “He was a good and holy man, who lived a life that was faithful and true,” she said.  She told us Sisters how after his wife left him for someone else, he cared for the kids, and never even thought of remarrying.  His vows were for life.  What a beautiful example of fidelity in marriage.  And, she said, “He was also faithful to God,” bringing those children to weekly mass.  Apparently, this man worked three jobs, and returning after 2 a.m., he brought the kids to weekly Mass, just the same.

In our world which is so affected by a lack of fidelity – less that 20% of Catholics practice their religion, we are told, and in a time when divorce prevails – some 50% of those who are married today will be divorced – it is impressive to see someone who was so upright in remaining faithful to both human and divine commitments.  What a beautiful message to his children and grandchildren this man sent.  His silent refusal to go along and “move on” without fulfilling his first promise speaks loudly to me of what is meant when we say we will be “true to death”.  His witness of following the third Commandment, even though he could easily have excused himself for exhaustion, speaks of really putting God first!

What else REALLY matters?One of my favorite sayings of Don Bosco is, “A piece of heaven fixes everything.”  I love that saying because in so many ways, it rings true in my life….it forces me to ask, “What is really important?”  “What really matters?”  “In the end, when I stand before God, will this truly be important?”  I wish I had known my friend’s dad personally.  I’d like to thank him for making this all so real, for making me realize how little things are irrelevant when we think of our eternity with God.

A friend of mine teases me, saying I often reply, “Whatever.”  I guess that is because in my childhood, my parents always reminded us that what most preterbs us is frequently of little or no consequence.  So, Don Bosco and Joe and RoseMary Clair had a lot in common.   They all looked much more at the big picture and the eternal importance of so many very little things.

Today, I promise to recall what is really important, and to focus on that so as to grow closer to God.  After a few years – 80 or so – that is all that will truly matter!