Sunday, March 9, 2008

Dearest God,

I received a postcard from Rome. Sister Ketari had written me. I felt blessing come to my soul.

I had met her on the desert mountain in Abiquiu. I was intrigued by her name. She had chosen Ketari when she made her final vows. I was familiar with Ketari Tekawitha, a Native American woman who had professed Christianity. I had lead a novena on Ketari for the Carmelites.

I introduced myself to her. I learned that she had been asked to lead a Native American dance in Rome. She planned to buy dance clothing at a thrift shop. I suddenly felt a desire to purchase everything she needed. When I told her I would be honored to provide the clothing, headband and feather, and moccasins, she teared up and hugged me. We hugged each other. When Mother Superior came in, she told her the story. She just smiled and said, "Providence, my dear, providence."

I found a Native American in Santa Fe who helped me select the clothing. I bought the most beautiful feather and jewelry. I left the package for pick up. That was November. Ketari left the day after Christmas.

Yesterday I read the card. She had indeed danced and then given the skirt to an African sister who does liturgical dance for ill women. How beautiful and wonderful. The skirt is swaying in the spirit for women who are ill and dying. Yet another example of God at work.

Is there no detail left out, missing? Do you connect everything? Does the eternal cord ultimately connect all things together? Love's cord connected me with the Carmelites 20 years ago and with Ketari about ten years ago and with Sister Ketari in November, then with an African sister and ill women. It doesn't end, does it? Faith connecting.

I dance
in rhythm
with your
wondrous spirit.
And so do
my sisters.
We are one
together.
We hear
the same voice.
We sing
the same praise.
We offer
the same glory.
We dance
to the same tune.

Loving you always, Andrea