The silence of the old cathedral it’s stones, a defense against the growing morning heat, the dim light, the pews seeming to invite prayer, the expected locked door had not been locked. Nothing had happened. The nothing of it stayed with her. Odd. Divorced, accomplished, bright, attractive, empty. What exactly? Was it a week later – perhaps two? The old woman, her patient, dying, the sign of the cross, feeble yet, so reverent. The son’s words, love you Mum. Love. The word burned, flared, refused every attempt to ignore it. Love. That was the key that opened her heart to Christ. Photo: Flavio Amiel https://unsplash.com/photos/p39vpkemPv0 Sunday Readings: Sixth Sunday of Easter: https://bible.usccb.org/bible/readings/050618.cfm
