Today is the Feast of Christ the King. I always feel a special sense of joy on this day as it is the name of my previous parish where there are many wonderful memories and still very faithful friends. At Mass today, the priest talked about our mission to share the Kingdom of God here on earth. He gave an example of what that can look like. He and a friend were visiting a holy place where it was common to ascend the stairs while praying on your knees. It was a crowded place and some people were hurriedly getting in front of others and people were getting pushed aside. The priest and his friend were also climbing the stairs on their knees. They caught up to a woman who was going very slowly. Others went right on by. But the priest realized the woman was in  agony and physically could not get her leg up to the next step. He looked at his friend who had received the same message. They went to either side of her and physically helped her go on up, one step at a time. Soon another person came along beside them and laid a blanket on the next step. Then the impatience ended, the space got quieter and holier. No one tried to get past them. Everyone had banded together and ascended the stairs helping one another, patient and loving. It was a touching, relevant story for the day.

I Found God today in a story of people caring for one another.