Daring

This evening at daily Mass as I was returning to my seat from communion, I saw a man rush in through the back side door. I recognized him as someone whom I often see at this particular church during the week. He looks to be in his late sixties and in good health. He was obviously in a hurry and I realized he was trying to make it in time to receive communion. I looked towards the front of the church and saw the back of the priest as he was heading back to the altar.

For a brief second the thought "foolish virgins" crossed my mind thinking he should have planned better and made it on time, but I quickly rectified my intention and felt sorry for the man. After the final blessing I was making my thanksgiving and reflecting on this man and the great spirit he showed in trying to make it to at least communion even though he obviously knew that he was late. Most people would have glanced at their watches as their car approached the church, realized how late they were, and driven on to their next appointment.

I looked up from my thoughts towards the tabernacle and saw the same man walking out of the sacristy with a wide grin. He obviously showed holy daring and approached the priest (probably with a sheepish grin) after Mass explaining that he was late, but wanted to receive Our Lord anyway. The man looked at me, smiled, and gave a little wave.

That made my day.

Be more daring still, and, when you need something, don't ask, but — always mindful of the Fiat — say, 'Jesus, I want that... and that... and that', for this is the way children ask.

St Josemaria Escriva, The Way - Point 403