Holy Moments

She couldn’t help but cry, after all it was her mother. Sitting in that cold, stark hospital room, you could feel the chill in the air. The doctors had just relayed the bad news. ‘No more breathing treatments, they won’t do any good, we’ll just make her comfortable from here on out.’ While she and her sister were prepared for this, are you ever truly prepared for death? Of course not. So she cried. And leaning over, she rubbed her head against her mother’s hand and gentle kissed it. Then taking a tissue, she gentle wiped her face, and slowly she wiped her mother’s arm, now wet with the daughter’s tears. Using the same piece of simple paper, she then proceeded to delicately dab her mother’s forehead. It truly was a very peaceful moment, filled with love and care. I knew in that instance, I had just witnessed a holy moment. What this child, this weeping daughter, this weeping child of God had done, was to anoint her mother, preparing her for what was to come. Many years ago, this woman’s head was touched with the waters of baptism, preparing her for a life lived in the grace of God. Today, her head was yet again touched by water, only this time it was the tears of her own flesh and blood, preparing her yet again for a life to come with God. Thank God for these Holy moments.