
Tonight, my cousins from Sicily were to arrive for the Christmas holiday. They missed their connecting flight in London so we won't see them until tomorrow night.:( But that is not what I am writing about tonight. I want to share an experience that I had while I was in Sicily.
We spent some time in the town that my grandparents came from, Geraci Siculo. My cousins actually own the home where my grandmother lived as a young girl. Anyway, there is a church there called the Church of the Crucifix. There is such an amazing, life-like crucifix in that church. When I became sick, my cousin Pina made a promise to Jesus in that church. She prayed that if I should recover and return to Geraci someday that she would walk barefoot through town and present flowers to the crucified Jesus. So our first day there, that is what we did. Pina walked, in socks only, praying the whole time. We kneeled before the cross while she gave thanks to Jesus for my recovery and for my being there with them. We each placed lilies in a vase on the alter. When I turned around, there was not a dry eye to be found.
Wow, what a beautiful and moving experience this was for me! The power of prayer.