A Moment with Grace
I met God face-to-face in a tiny chapel in Italy. On October 18, 2005, I went on a pilgrimage to Assisi, Italy. A Catholic priest, Father Roc, was our guide. While there we visited a little chapel in the Valley of the Lepers. As we sat on the stone pews Father Roc told us of the lepers. He explained how lepers were not allowed to enter the town nor were the townspeople allowed in the valley. We were told of young children being pulled from the arms of crying mothers. He spoke of brothers and sisters being separated due to one of them having this terrible disease. In the valley there were three large houses for lodging, a hospital, a chapel, many grape vineyards, and vegetable gardens. After Father Roc finished we were asked to stand facing the walls with our eyes closed. We were instructed to stand silently and listen to the sounds of the chapel. I don’t know how or why, but I felt a strange presence. The walls felt wet as though they were sweating. Standing in that tiny chapel I heard the cries of the lepers. I felt their tears on the walls. As I stood there for a brief moment I met the one who created the leper. I met the one who had the ability to cure the leper. I met the one who for whatever reason granted grace and spared me from being a leper. Since my visit to that valley I have grown to appreciate my life and all the bumps and bruises that come with it. I now know that whatever situation I find myself in that I think is bad it could be worse. I am so very grateful for God creating me as He did and allowing me to be a part of the family that I was born into. I now sympathize more with
those who are ill or less fortunate than me. After listening to the situation of the lepers I am so very grateful for having life, health, strength, and a sound mind. There are times when I am ill or not having a good day, but nothing I go through can compare to the circumstance of the lepers. Life and...