Friday, November 30, 2012
Shine a light on others.
After delivering 75 papers on Sunday mornings, I'd always try to catch the 7 AM Mass at St. Joseph's Church. It was usually sparsely populated and a fast service, sometimes over by 7:30. Not that there was anything wrong with that. I used to sit in the mahogany pews, thumb through the missal and wait. I knew they would come. I didn't have to look up. I knew when they had arrived and gone to one of the side altars. I'd hear the coins rattle, as they dropped into the donation box. The sound echoed throughout the vaulted ceilings. I never knew their names, but an impeccably dressed couple always stopped before the service began, dropped in their nickels and dimes, knelt and bowed their heads. I wonder who those votive candles were lit for every Sunday. Why do I remember this small act completed every Sunday? Why do I remember them this morning? Today at St. Patrick's Cathedral, the suggested donation is $2. Certainly, a far cry from the dimes and nickels that used to make that collection box happy.
This morning, I'll light one for Mom, and I'll light one for Dad. And just for old times sake, I'm only dropping in nickels!