Then I Saw Her
The pastor I had met a couple months ago was sitting across the table from me reading
from a book by a Doctor of the Church or Saint or from scripture. I can’t remember which.
We had been doing this twice a week for four to five hours a night since he crossed my path
as an answer to my prayer yelled to the ceiling at God to show me the truth!
I even tried to get rid of God by that time in my life but I couldn’t shake Him. Hadn’t been
to Church in 25 years and never intended to again. I knew better….until I finally hit bottom. I
had been raised a Catholic by my parents but I jettisoned that when I hit the service and
basically never looked back. I knew by this time in my life that I would never go back to that
church but here I was discussing God the Trinity with a Catholic priest every spare moment
he and
I had. No room here for details but it was a more than obvious answer to a prayer yelled out
to God in frustration that even I ,in my stubborness, could not fight . We took turns reading
and discussing various books, but today was special. It was Easter 1992 about ten pm or so.
He was reading . I can’t remember what. I wasn’t paying attention. I was busy praying a Hail
Mary that he had taught me again, for certain people. I was worried for them and couldn’t
keep my mind on the task at hand even though it was enjoyable enough. ………..Then I saw
her. I didn’t believe I saw her. But there she was....
continued in parts 2 and 3.
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