There were two police cars in the way and as we squeezed by them I saw the object of their attention.
He was old and quite disheveled, wearing his pajamas and a bathrobe and some torn slippers.
Everything about him spoke of confusion and fear…he was lost and cold and terribly alone.
Soon, some EMTs arrived in a fire truck to tend to him.
One of them gently closed his robe and tied the sash around him tightly to ward off the chill of the wind…he acted as if someone usually did this for him.
He knew not where he had come from or where he was going or how he had come to this place…this is just where he was.
I assured Trey that the elderly pilgrim was all right, that now he would be cared for and he would be taken home as soon as they could discern where his home was.
I assured my son, but I did not tell him how often I feel like that old man.
We live in a world where the ancient markers have been moved, where things once known are known no more, where sometimes you feel so lost, so confused, and so very alone.
Sometimes, I just want to go home… sometimes I wonder if I’ll find it.
Thank God that He has promised never to leave or forsake us, that He has prepared a place for us, and He promises to get us there safely.
Thank God as well for the ones who remind us of all of the above when we can’t remember for ourselves…
The prophecy wonks will be having a Hee Haw good time with the “prophecies of St. Malachy“.
Evidently the next pope is the last one followed by the judgment according these
What do you think?
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