Thursday, May 14, 2009
The Letter...Continued, Part 7
She and Father Robert are sitting face to face, without a barrier. Being away so long from her faith, and admitting it causes her more stress than perceived "sins" she has listed in her brain to confess. Fr. Robert nods. She is not unique. He smiles. Most of the confessions he hears are from the same people every single week about such petty things! When someone comes in like this, well, it feels like a breath of fresh air.
"What would you like to talk about today?" Fr. Robert asks. He's a jolly looking man. Sherry pictures him wearing a crown of olive leaves, like Dicken's Ghost of Christmas Present in A Christmas Carol.
Sherry is fidgeting with her hands like a nervous school girl.
"Well, first is that I stopped believing in God, or rather, stopped believing I needed Him a while back. I got wrapped up in starting my own antique business and I got too busy to fit God in."
The priest nods again.
"A person who has died is driving me insane. I did something wrong to her. I didn't honor her desire to share her confession of murder with her daughter. I found a letter in a box from her estate sale. I threw it out even after I read it, knowing in my heart that I should get it to her daughter."
Sherry pauses. Fr. Robert is staring at her, skeptically.
"I knew that you would listen to me, believe me, help me. You are a priest and you believe in the communion of the saints, in the connectedness of souls to the living. Please help me get rid of this angry soul."
Fr. Robert leans forward in his chair looking at Sherry sympathetically.
"What is it that you think I can do? I am not a Ghost Buster. I'm just a man."
Sherry begins to cry. Fr. Robert frowns, regretting his comment. Obviously this woman is very fragile, mentally.
"Listen." He begins.
Sherry moves her chair back. "You don't believe me. She's making me ill. I can't sleep. My husband has me seeing a psychiatrist who is prescribing medications that I do not need. You have to help me before I really go insane."
"LISTEN to me, please. It does a world of good to pray for others, deceased or living. In fact it is a spiritual work of mercy to help others through prayer. Pray for this woman. Pray for her family. In fact, stay here a minute, I''ll be right back. "
Sherry wipes her tears back as she waits. Fr. Robert returns with a small prayer card.
This is St. Gertrude. She devoted her life to praying for souls in purgatory. Say this prayer for the woman you feel you have offended. True or not, prayer does everyone good, including you."
In the car Sherry looks at the card. On one side is a picture of a holy woman in green robes, St. Gertrude, followed by a description and prayer:
*"The Prayer of St. Gertrude is one of the most famous of the prayers for souls in purgatory. St. Gertrude the Great was a Benedictine nun and mystic who lived in the 13th century. According to tradition, our Lord promised her that 1000 souls would be released from purgatory each time it is said devoutly. "
Sherry takes a deep breath and says the written prayer aloud:
"Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Most Precious Blood of Thy Divine Son, Jesus, in union with the masses said throughout the world today, for all the holy souls in purgatory, for sinners everywhere, for sinners in the universal church, those in my own home and within my family and especially for Agnes Furman. Amen."
The light filtering down through the clouds, moving across the afternoon sky, hits the windshield of Sherry's car in such a way that she finds it necessary to put down the sun visor. Sherry puts the car in gear and pulls out of the parking spot, smiling. For the first time in 62 years, she recognizes God's presence in this moment, and it comforts her.
With a sense of peace and direction, she heads toward the home of Agnes Furman's daughter.
(*Information about St. Gertrude and prayer for souls in purgatory is from http://www.ourcatholicprayers.com/prayers-for-souls-in-purgatory.html. More story is coming. I think I can finish it in one more post. Click on the label "letters" at the top of the post to read all 7 parts.)
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