The window in my room faces west to a slice of Union City that includes the old monastery church and parking space, some city athletic fields, a crowded block of houses along 21st Street and a few big oak trees that somehow have survived the urban sprawl. It’s a wonderful window for taking in the world.
Earlier this morning, Jose reached into the van carrying some neighborhood people to work to bless them, anticipating the morning sun that blesses everything now. A few minutes ago, a flock of pigeons momentarily touched down on the wires along the street, thenflew away. I can’t figure out their unpredictable ways.
I leave the tiny figures of Mary and Joseph and the Child on the window sill all year because they seem to complete the picture. Keep your eyes fixed on examples of faith, St. Ambrose said yesterday in his commentary on the Visitation. Mary saw it in Elizabeth and Elizabeth saw it in Mary. Joseph certainly had eyes of faith too. The Child is so small. Only eyes of faith can see him–and everything else as well.