Here is a little story that I’ve been telling my friends: The management of Evergreen Estates provides well for the residents who depend on them. So each resident who accepts it is given a call button to hang around the neck for emergency use.
I wore the button faithfully (while sleeping and even in the shower) until one day when I went off campus where the button was useless. I took it off, put it where I thought I would readily see it on my return. But, when I returned and looked for it I could not find it. Like the widow of Luke 5:8-10, I looked diligently for the lost button for a week, and asked others to help me find it. Nut sadly, no one could find it..
Yesterday when an attendant returned my laundry I told her about my lost call button. She immediately began looking in corners and under things in my small apartment. I said that if she were Rhoda I would tell her that it was time for her to pray. It may be because these days are filled with Catholic Church events, that I recalled that Catholics pray to the saints above. I told the attendant of this and suggested that I should perhaps pray to the Saint Rhoda above for help.
Now let me be clear. I did not pray to Saint Rhoda. I did not even offer a formal prayer to God through Jesus, which I have the right to do as a non Catholic. I only know that about thirty minutes after my conversation with the attendant I took a shirt from its hanger in my closet, and a moment later I looked down and was totally surprised (pleased and relieved) to see my call button lying on the floor.
I don’t know how the call button got there. Logic tells me that it came from above, but from where? I don’t know. I did not see it fall and I don’t know from where it fell.
St. Rhoda did not answer my prayer for I did not pray. But might she have read my mind and helped me, something she often did while she was alive?