Yesterday at Benediction I experienced a remarkable grace. As I looked up, the priest moved his arm downwards for the first part of the Benediction with such deliberate gravity that I was deeply moved, suddenly sensing inwardly the astounding reality of the Incarnation and of its continuation through the Sacrament held in blessing over me.
As the priest continued the motion to complete the sign of the cross, I further intuited how the suffering represented by the completed symbol of the cross is the completion of that first movement of God in the Incarnation.
All this in a moment which left me deeply moved and so flooded with grace that I was suddenly warm all over and had to remove my coat.
How extraordinary are God's graces that come to us when we least expect them and through the most unlikely means!
