On Monday, it was the second anniversary of my dear husband's death from cancer, an evil that certainly none of us willed, and yet God allowed it to happen. But as I look back over the past two years and see the blessings that God has poured out on us both to comfort us and to give us strength to continue on our journey without the physical presence of the one who seemed to be the very center of our family, I know that He is working out the details in ways that can bless everyone whom my husband has touched.
I thought of that particularly after the Mass for my husband, which was said, reverently and devoutly, by a priest who wasn't even ordained when my husband died. I told this priest that my husband would have loved the way he says Mass, with such devotion and respect for the great Mystery he is enacting and by paying attention to such things as the requirement that on Feast Days you say the Gloria and on Solemnities you say the Gloria and the Creed. It was a great trial to my husband that some priests either ignored the rubric or just couldn't seem to remember what they were supposed to do.
In fact, we have been blessed with three new priests in our parish, which is almost a miracle these days, even though it is a large parish. Our pastor is American, of Irish descent, and the two associates are from the Philippines and Nigeria, so we are well represented from around the world! They energized the parish, and the Holy Spirit blew in like the mighty wind that "swept over the waters" in Genesis just before God began creation. I can't wait to see what God will create here next!