The Search for Faith.

Sue called Father Chris and he quickly returned the call. I answered and he asked me what had happened. I was talking on the phone outside and walked around to the front as I spoke. Funny things you remember....as I'm trying to get out the information to Father, the mailman drove to the house and instead of putting the mail in the box, he decided to drive toward me so he could hand me the mail...so here I am trying to cover the fact that I was crying and walking over to the mail truck! Crazy! Father Chris asked if Sue and I could come over. I told him we would and we hung up the phone. Because we were waiting for the radiologist to call, Sue told her mother to have him call us on the cell phone. As we pulled into the parking lot of the church, the phone rang. The radiologist confirmed that there is something on the MRI, he couldn't say for sure what it is or if it is malignant or benign. He said he tried to call our doctor, but couldn't get an emergency number for him. The radiologist said he wanted us to come in on monday morning for another MRI...this time with contrast. The thought of this made me sick. We proceeded into the rectory. Father Chris was such a great comfort...I realize that more now then at the time. We gave him all of the details and he was very matter of fact about what was probably going to happen in the days to come...One could probably misunderstand his attitude as slightly flip, but I came to understand that he was just so filled with faith, that this came through in this way. He blessed me with oil and prayed over me. It was definitely a comfort and I'm so glad I had the thought to call him......or was it divine intervention?