Today, Dorothy LaMantia, recounting a recent stint in the hospital, writes, I Didn’t Know the Power of a Hospital Visit Until I Needed One. She was unexpectedly admitted and going through gruelingtests when she received something even more unexpected — a visit from a fellow parishioner:
Then—footsteps made me look up to see Michelle, an acquaintance from church smiling at the foot of the bed, asking, “How are you? Jean told me at Mass this morning that you were here. Do you want me to pray with you?” “Thank you, yes, I could use a prayer,” I answered. We held hands while she prayed for my healing, by which time I too was smiling. We chatted briefly, then she said, “I’ll keep praying that all goes well. Take care.” She left me feeling immersed in grace. I was surprised to see her because our encounters at church amount only to quick greetings, but here she was, visiting me, all because she heard. I was humbly moved.
Yesterday we asked you about some more pretty challenging works of mercy. “Visiting the sick” is also a work of mercy, so today we would like to ask: