In mid 2011, during an awful period of what I have come to refer to as “desert time” after leaving the parish we had served faithfully and well for 5 years, I had a husband that was feeling the weight of the world at that time. He was looking for work, or a new career. We were both at one of many turning points and nothing I could do or say seemed to help.
I returned home from work that afternoon, a sunny but windy day. As I unloaded my car of its many contents, I had left the driver’s side door open and had gone to retrieve something from the floor of the passenger side. It was then that I heard it. Very distinctly, a whisper on the wind. It was an actual whisper but carried on the wind. It simply said “Ephesians”.
Automatically I said, “What?”
“Oh. O.K. I get it, Ephesians.”
So I actually retrieved the small Bible that I carry in my car and looked it up.
Over and over in the text, St. Paul writes about God's love for us and how richly we are blessed to belong to Him.
Eph. ch. 1 vs.3: "How we praise God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms because we belong to Christ.”
vs.11:”…and all things happen just as he decided long ago…”
I took the Bible in to my husband, plopped it down, open, in front of him and said, “Here’s your assignment for today. You’re supposed to read this-AGAIN-all of it. God loves you. And so do I. Simple as that.
Now I really pay attention when it’s windy outside–you just never know.