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Sacred Heart of Jesus . |
I was interstate this past
w/end for solemn profession and ordination and first Mass of some Dominican
students, whom I know through the parish in which I live.
Last Friday evening heading off to go to the Solemn Profession
Mass of 2 of Dominican students, I was in a taxi with my friend. The taxi
driver despite our best intentions of trying to explain it to him could not understand
the location of where we wanted to go. It did not matter how many times
we tried to tell him that his spelling in the GPS was inaccurate and how many
times we spelt it for him, it made not a note of difference.
Still stuck in the George St- the main street in Sydney for 35
minutes going nowhere, the taxi driver got out of the lane past 6 buses banked
up one after the other so that he could turn and take us to where he thought we
were going. At that very instant, along came a police car speeding down
his side of the road without his siren on.
I said a very quick act of contrition as I
thought "' this is it- this is going to be a head on collision"' I am about to meet God in Heaven- well actually more like time in Purgatory, but I only had time in my mind to think about meeting God.
The taxi driver turned just as the police car sped past- how we
did not come to grief was indeed God's hand at work.
Sadly, we were late for the start of Mass, but we arrived just as
the Gospel was being read. We had not missed the Solemn Profession
ceremony of the 2 Dominican students which is held just after the homily.
I never was so very thankful for arriving and not missing the solemn profession
ceremony and actually for still being alive, even though as the Mass went
on, my body kept shaking.
We found out later that there had been a fire on the bridge and
had brought the city to gridlock.
God indeed showed me His
love on His feast- the feast of the Sacred Heart.
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