Before we left for Canada in 2011, I gave my oldest daughter a plastic rosary that was given to me at RCIA when we learned about prayer. As we crossed the Confederation Bridge into PEI Canada, we got a telephone call informing us that our first grandbaby was in the hospital, due to a collapsed lung. We would later find out that this was her only working lung, as they discovered that her left one was missing a valve that connected it to her heart. To say that his baby has seen her share of medical professionals, hospitals, and stethoscopes, would be a severe understatement.
My daughter still has this rosary, and her children have taken to it, handling it, sleeping with it, and sometimes wearing it around their neck. Today, Grammie Reward #1 (baby with the heart issues) had it, and was using the crucifix as a stethoscope on her Momma. She would place the cross on her Momma’s chest, and say “Happy?” then move it to another spot on her chest and ask again “Happy?”
Watching this Sacramental being used in a way in which she had become familiar, was both heart-gripping and profound. Every once in awhile, I get a little glimpse of the Father’s heart. Today was one of those times. I’m telling you…I got a serious case of Holy Ghost bumps.
In my mind’s eye, I saw the Great Physician holding the stethoscope of the Cross over our hearts, and using it to gauge its intentions, motives, and attitudes. And he asks “Are you happy?”
And I think sometimes, all too often, he hears something that causes Him to check further…”was that a murmer of discontent? Impatience? Pride? Hmmmm…this heart is not happy”, and so he begins His procedure, removing those things that are not healthy, and repairing and rebuilding what is broken. “Heart surgery” is painful, so He sends His Holy Spirit to comfort us as we heal, and He sends His Son…His love letter…the Word to console us to teach us His ways, so that when we have our next “checkup”, he can again examine us and find a happy, healthy heart.