As I continued questioning him I slowly came to know him and to know his love. And ever so slowly I began to love him in return. I came to know him in a most profound way as Father.
My mother died when I was only nine years old, just over a month shy of my tenth birthday. Again in my agony, despair and confusion I cried out to God who again heard my cry. He again answered none of my questions but called me to himself and led me to his Church.
In the Church, most profoundly at St. John the Baptist parish, I came to know the Church truly as Holy Mother Church. Mother Church gave to me all that she had to give and I in turn have given her all that I have to give.
After Mom and Dad’s deaths, most every evening I would go outside and stand in the driveway. Looking out toward the West, I saw what I thought was a star (it was actually the planet Venus but that, really, is irrelevant). Many an evening I said:
Star light, star bright,Only this morning did it fully occur to me that my prayer to the Lord has been fulfilled. What I wished for every night – what I prayed for – was to have my parents returned to me; I wanted, more than anything in the world, to see them, to hear their voices and to feel their warm embrace.
First star I see tonight:
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight.
It is the strangest thing, the most unexpected and most profound. The most intimate, too. My earthly parents are dead, still with me I am confident in the Communion of Saints, but this is of little comfort to a young boy.
The Lord did indeed give my parents to me; he gave me Himself as my Father and the Church as my Mother. The Lord still works marvels for us; we are glad indeed!