How Many Blessings Can One Have In One Day?

What an experience I had just yesterday. I must have been giving off some approachable vibe because I was amazed at the course of events in just a single 8 hour period. Here's what happened:

I went to get one of our cars serviced. I am friendly with the service manager, who started as my "go to" guy when I first started going there. I went over to chat ... and holy cow, did we ever. He is going through a crisis, a large part of which could end up very seriously. Now ordinarily, I would just listen and commiserate. Gladly, because I like this fellow a lot. Some of the subject matter discussed would warrant my vocalizing my opinion loudly, because his spiritual well being is a concern of mine. I would talk with his friend, who is involved too, if I could get to them.

Now protocol in our everyday world would dictate I say nothing and not get involved. I felt obligated to discuss the matters openly, offer advice, etc., because we are talking serious moral questions. I hope I did right. Now, he could end up not liking me, because I wound up giving my opinion. I don't believe he will turn against me as a busybody, but ethically, I had no choice. I hope he heard me. At least I was given the chance to do God's work, as I see it. What choice did I really have? A soul was at stake and how could I stand idly by? I can't.

Then I went to Mass because I had some prayers to say related to friends, family, etc. And now my friend's new problems. When Mass was over someone came over to me and said they were going to do the rosary for my friend of the last blog. How nice is it that they would even remember my prayers? (it is part of the ritual to announce one's intentions, if so inclined). They pulled me aside a couple of days later and I gave them more details. But how sweet was that? I was deeply moved. I did the prayer with them and thanked them profusely.

I was the last one to leave the tiny rectory. As I was, a young fellow asked me if I knew the Memorarae. I said I did, but couldn't do it from memory. Then he began to tell me his life story for the next 45 minutes ... and it was my pleasure to hear it. He has been blessed so many times and given so many signs I was transfixed by what he had to say. I told him about a service project I had this weekend and he may be joining me. I would like to hear more and maybe contribute something. Hopefully, I will receive this gift, in addition to the one I got listening to him. Why me, right? That is a blessing.

Then I took a homeless guy home, bought him lunch, while he regaled me with stories that were hysterical. I really liked the guy and wish him well. I also expect I will see him again outside the church. As I was dropping him off, someone yelled epithets at me because I was blocking the street. No good deed goes unpunished.

I cam home, imbued with spirit and tired from the experiences. Look at the blessings I was given, to work for Jesus. What a day it was. I hope it happens again, and I hope I have the strength to do it as expected of me.

God Bless.
K J Price