Tuesday, December 24, 2019

LOST, FOUND, THRICE BLESSED

Grace isn’t a gift for getting it right but for getting it wrong! -- Fr Richard Rohr

I got lost yesterday. In the underground parking at my doctor's office. I've been looking for another doctor purely because of their parking which in reality is a maze masquerading as a parking garage.

I limped along for five or so minutes, and, believe it, I was feeling right put-upon. Then an attendant materialized and asked if I needed help. Or maybe I asked if he would help. At any rate, he helped.

Long/short: We went downstairs, back upstairs, from pillar to post, and he kept me laughing...he had to be one of the most genial sweet souls I've met in a very long time. But finally there before my sorry eyes...my little Civic right where I left her.

My genial helper said, "Merry Christmas!" And I said, "There is a Santa Claus, and you're him!" And we hugged, and he walked away.

As I got in my car I flashed back to right before we hugged, and I had noticed a business name on his uniform...then it came to me that the business name was not this office building's name. I realized in that flash that my Santa was probably a worker on his way from his doctor's office, just heading home...when here comes me, lost. He did not hesitate or in anyway indicate he was not there for any reason but to be of help. 

I never saw him again as I drove out of the building, but I call his name Blessed Santa Claus, God's special helper, and my Christmas angel.

Thank you.

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