A MYSTIC EPISODE (1)
In the Eastern tradition of the Catholic Church, we have an annual ceremony for the blessing of Holy Water, integrated into the Sunday mass. Having assisted in an inadvertent exorcism in my home a few months earlier, I now believed in the potency of Anointed Water, and I will not miss the opportunity of assisting in one of those ceremonies for the first time by taking one large bottled water with me. However, at the time, I had a long overland trip to make the following day across the country.
Before hitting the road early the next morning, I made sure I got 2 bottled waters for the trip. It was going to be a warm day. As I got out on the inter-urban highway, in the middle of nowhere, I saw a man at a distance ahead waving at me to slow down. As I slowly approached him and he spoke to me, I realized that he was not totally normal and he was drenched in perspiration. I got ready to drive off when he tapped my car earnestly signaling that he wanted to drink. So, I grabbed one of my bottles in the car to give him. But he insisted on a particular one of the 3 sealed bottles. I thought to myself, what’s the difference?
On my way, I grabbed one of the remaining two to drink, when it suddenly dawned on me that I had marked the Anointed Water bottle, so I had to select another. To my disappointment, it was the bottle the fellow had insisted upon and I gave it to him! I felt an emptiness within me. Then many questions stormed my mind. I never assisted at such religious ceremonies, I attentively kept the bottle of Holy Water marked and next to me inside the car, how could I have been so careless? I am not usually careless. Why did I have to come across such an individual on a deserted road so early in the morning, and what coincidence made him cross my particular path? How could he have been so specific about the bottle he wanted to select the blessed one? Instantly, I was overwhelmed with serenity and deduced that he must have needed it more than I did in the condition I found him in. It was Divine Inspiration that interceded on his behalf for his spiritual assistance. I also instantly remembered that I knew the priest in the parish where I was heading. The day before was a Sunday. If I’m lucky, he’ll have some little Anointed Water left. With a sense of spiritual charity, I looked forward ahead to my destination.
Guess what? When I arrived, the priest had several sealed bottles left over. It was then that I understood that it was a destined Divine Plan. Truly, one never goes wrong following one’s heart. I believe the heart is the resting seat of the soul!
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