God Saves Our Prayers in Golden Bowls

It’s impossible to live in Pittsfield and not have been touched in some way by this family.

Since they’re grieving now, I’d prefer to keep names private.

Those who need to know–just know.

One of the best memories I have as a seventh-grader was befriending a black kid who grew up on the West Side.

He and his next-door neighbor, a white kid, with the coolest natural streak in his hair I’d ever seen, introduced me to the newly built Salvation Army, to play basketball in a gymnasium that no one else in town even knew existed.

The three of us almost wore out our welcome there, but it was winter and the “hoop” options were slim…not to mention, the nearness of the place made it so tempting…(a Boys Club run would’ve taken at least 10 minutes on foot, this place was 30 seconds away.)

These were pre-Dorothy Amos Park days, a playground on West Street that later became “the place” for basketball junkies in the area to hang out.

The white kid was one of eight children.

Tragically, he was killed in a car accident as a young man.

His mom, who passed away this weekend, never stopped having Masses said for her eldest son at our Church.

My wife says it all too often, that if anything ever happens to one of our kids, she has no idea how she’d cope.

For this dear woman, with her many remaining children, she coped through faith–and–without even realizing it, by setting a Godly example.

Her front porch was ever adorned with stunningly beautiful hanging plants, welcoming motorists as they’d drive by her home.

Sadness and pain, in many ways, is like a deep root that travels far into the ground seeking nourishment.

Yet, when it’s finally quenched, the blossoms it produces are brighter than most and the life lived–more meaningful.

If by chance her loved ones read this blog today, I hope they’ll accept my sincerest condolences for their loss.

Please know how very proud I am to be able to say–“I know this family.”

Take comfort if you can, because where she is now–the Mass never ends–the joy is unspeakable–and those who’ve died are alive again.

Revelation 5:

After the Lamb took the scroll, the four living beings and the 24 elders bowed down before the Lamb. Each one of them had a harp. Also, they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s holy people. And they all sang a new song to the Lamb:

“You are worthy to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
because you were killed,
and with your blood sacrifice you bought people for God
from every tribe, language, race of people, and nation.
10 You made them to be a kingdom and to be priests for our God.
And they will rule on the earth.”

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