As I wandered through the dim and musty storerooms of the Shrine Office building, one day I discovered a statue of Our Lady. It was a poignant sight: its hands were missing, and the paint had chipped away over time, revealing years of neglect. Dust, amassed from more than forty years, had settled on the statue, obscuring its features. Yet, despite its imperfections, there was something profoundly beautiful about it. The statue’s expression remained serene, evoking a sense of peace.
This reminded me of a cherished friend who battled a swollen leg but still found joy in her purpose. She diligently delivered religious magazines which I received from around the world. I believe those magazines could offer the elderly benefactors of our community an enriching way to stay engaged and uplifted, as they cherished the solace of wholesome literature amidst the challenges of their lives. Supporting this initiative could mean so much to them.
I remember seeing Molly (name changed to respect her privacy) struggling up the steps to a house, a task she could have easily refused, citing her limitations. Yet, she had made a commitment years ago, and she was resolute in fulfilling it. As an unmarried woman, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to serving the community; whenever there was work to be done, she would assert, “Here I am!” Molly worked diligently in the sacristy, repairing vestments and taking on other crucial responsibilities. There was never a fuss; she tackled her tasks promptly and thoroughly. Remarkably, she never sought attention or recognition for her efforts. Her work lacked any social pretence; she simply did her job and quietly moved on. She relished being a supportive presence for us, the priests of the community, but she understood that her true dedication was to God.
I remembered that broken and battered statue—now beautifully repaired and restored—to her memory, praying for her whenever I pass it. Though she left this world some time ago, I trust she is in heaven, interceding for priests who are facing challenges and perhaps gently nudging us who could strive a bit harder. We must acknowledge that many of us, being human, miss opportunities to extend help to others. Priests, like all of us, not only need encouragement from God but also inspiration from people like Molly. This restored statue can serve as a powerful reminder, especially for our elderly readers, to persevere and do our best despite our frailties.
Let’s refrain from saying we are of no use. We may stumble along, but God is right there beside us. It’s important to remember that it’s not merely our external deeds—which may fall short of grandeur—that count, but rather the spirit that drives us, the quiet enthusiasm that connects us with God. This inner motivation is what truly matters and will ultimately come to fruition in heaven.