The Lent blessings rain.  Hospice provided an early, six to eight, vigil with another Catholic, sending me with the instructions she finds Catholic prayer comforting.  That is a message to go ahead and do your thing.  I love it.  This one was precious, a thought of making love, reclaiming words for their proper order.  Perversity has too strong of a hold in the world.  Let us allow ‘ the word ‘love’ to be given back its dignity, the idea of ‘making love’ recieving its proper virtue.  The woman, eighty-nine years old, mother of six, was accompanied by one of her sons.  He slept in a recliner while we prayed.  She laid there, one eye open, transfixed within a stare, locked onto me.  I could not let go of her attention as we prayed.  The sheer intimacy, delicacy, and grace enveloped my interior life, calling forth strength, while providing strength.  It was wonderful.  God gave me another special one, a strong and intelligent one.  Father Kevin Estabrook from St Clare has a salutation I am embracing and that is ‘For the glory of God and the salvation of souls’.  It says everything so well, a mounting battle call of my own.  Tomorrow morning, I will return to the mother and her son.  He has vowed to stay by her side until she passes: ‘For the glory of God and the salvation of souls’.  The concluding of the vigil allowed immediate mass attendance at St Clare.  The gift of fellowship expands, deepening, presenting permanency, maturity within simplicity.  A surprise attendee was an elderly leader from Sacred Heart with his sophisticated wife.  He was so happy to see me, shaking hands and smiling with tremendous breadth, his wife also warm and greeting with her cultured hat.  He made sure I would be able to enjoy a retreat the next Saturday, after the next men’s meeting at Sacred Heart.  I did not realize the Knights of Columbus gathering would be a day long affair, including an elaborate lunch.  God is good and all giving.  Then walking into the adoration chapel a woman from ‘Arise’ welcomed with a genuine smile of Christian warmth, allowing me to share the Hospice morning, listening attentively.  I have no fear of sharing the endeavor with the humble family woman.  Pride is always to be feared, placed into check, yet her ways promote proper humility.  She is a family woman, a woman who raised a family and remains a part of families, nurturing and fortifying my foundation, potentialities, and capabilities.  There is no need to remain hidden amongst those authentically bearing a light.