Happy St. Luke day. Here is a story. 🙂
After the breaking of the Bread and the Prayers in the house of John the Apostle, when all the others had left, Mary sat me down, bringing me water and a plate of olives. She walked quickly through the house, putting things away, straightening mats, stirring a stew she was making for John and me for dinner. Finally, after much motherly bustle, she sat down, smiling at me expectantly.
I marveled at the way her gently lined face still looked like the face of a little girl, and wished I could see all that her kind and peaceful eyes had seen.
“So, you understand why I came, and what I am working on?” I asked her.
“Yes, how wonderful!”
I took my writing materials out of my bag.
I was nervous but felt calmed by the comfortable, child like enthusiasm on her face.
She wanted to know everything about my…
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