The Pope, the Arts and an Egg Salad Sandwich

Who knew the pope, some artistic inspiration, and egg salad would provide me with a new attitude? But they did.

About a week ago I wrote a blog about my lack of patience. I felt impatient but I admit that I was a bit ashamed about my whining. It made me delete the post. And then on Friday, March 27, I watched Pope Francis process through the rain in St. Peter’s Square and send me and billions of others a message of faith with his “Urbi et Orbi.”

He spoke about the calming of the storm from the gospel of Mark. I was so touched by the whole talk and the Benediction. His words hit home, especially when he said:

“It is not the time of your judgement, but of our judgement: a time to choose what matters and what passes away, a time to separate what is necessary from what is not. It is a time to get our lives back on track with regard to you, Lord, and to others.”

And his words seemed aimed at me when he said:

“How many fathers, mothers, grandparents and teachers are showing our children, in small everyday gestures, how to face up to and navigate a crisis by adjusting their routines, lifting their gaze and fostering prayer. How many are praying, offering and interceding for the good of all. Prayer and quiet service: these are our victorious weapons.”

From Galway Cathedral

I realized that it was time to put on my “big girl” pants and see this whole experience of staying at home as an opportunity for growth. No more complaining — well a lot less complaining.

It was time to make lists, reach out to others, send notes, and show others “how to face up to and navigate a crisis.”

And the good Lord helped me.

This week he sent me a reminder of how beauty and the arts can help.

My son, Matthew wrote a blog about a walk in the garden.

He also hosted a show displaying some of the musical and literary talent at the University of Virginia, where he works. If you do not have time to watch it all go to the end and watch the cello player. He made me cry.

And then our family learned that Tomie de Paola, noted children’s author had died. He has been a favorite of ours since our adult children were young. His passing sent me back to watch an interview my daughter, Kerry, did with him in the fall of 2018. I got a chance to Facetime with him and he was the real deal. Watch the video that is part of the story.

Our family favorite

I was being bombarded with so many messages, a true epiphany, about how I should be appreciating every precious day of life.

And finally, God showed himself and his sense of humor at the end of a Friday night dinner. We had munched on our egg salad sandwiches and crossed off another day of confinement. My granddaughter, Cordelia, thanked me for the egg salad. With the enthusiasm of her five years, she said, “Grandma, you know what I love best about your egg salad sandwiches?”

I said no and then asked her if it was the bread, the eggs, the mayo, or the lemon juice. She said no to each item. “It’s you! ” she said. “You’re the best part because you made them and I love you.”

So how can I whine or complain or feel impatient? This dear girl made it clear what matters.

So, I resolve to pray more and “choose what matters.”

Published by spunfromtheweb

Weber holds a BA in English from her beloved Providence College and an MA in journalism from Marquette University.

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