Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Memories of Generosity

It was the week that I thought to be myself, “Gee, it feels like it’s cooling off,” only to see the thermometer around the bend read “96.” From back home, my mom had been pleading for us to be careful, asserting that getting heat exhaustion would not be very pro-life.

That week, late one afternoon, a tan SUV pulled off into a parking lot directly to our left. We were near Severna Park, MD, on our way from Washington DC to Annapolis, in the final few days of our trip.

The SUV’s front window rolled down. I only remember snips from our exchange. A mom was driving. Kids were in the backseat. They had just come from the grocery store. They’d seen us tromping down the roadside – maybe seen us once earlier in the day too.

The mom decided that we should have their just-purchased box of chocolate popsicles. From the back seat, a child gave a “What?” in protest. But his mother reassured him that they could get another box.

Little kids were involuntarily sharing their summer treats with us. It would have been nice for us to save some popsicles for our Missionaries waiting in the van. But they would have been melted into chocolate syrup by the time we reached them. We had the whole box eaten in no time.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

thanks for the memories! i'm glad to see a new post on here :)

mary in florida

Who we are?

Every summer we, the Missionaries of the Eucharist, are walking from Lewiston, Maine to Washington, DC to proclaim the beauty of the Catholic faith to everyone we meet, specifically through the Theology of the Body.

Conversion begins in our own hearts,which is why prayer is so important to our ministry. For this reason, everyday of our ten week walk begins with daily Mass. By receiving Christ in the Eucharist, we are given the grace to be the Love of Christ not only to those in our community but also to those we meet in the streets.

We walk throughout the day to be a witness of love. We are grounded in prayer-we pray with our lips, our hearts, and our bodies. In walking an average of twenty-five miles per day, we offer our fatigue as a gift of love to Christ and the people we meet. Our walking is both sacrifice and prayer.