Noon Communication

My father's cancer has metastasized to his bones now. We have just received the latest CT scan results and it's bad. Reading the test results made me blurt out to my father that he really needs confession and the Eucharist now. I just asked Our Lady of Good Council to give me words. He is scared. And he seems a bit angry with God. But he reacted with silence after hearing my words and he seems to have taken them seriously. I have repeated the same thing a few times. I'll let him sit on it all then offer to take him to church one day this week. Or I'll talk to our priest first and see what he says. My father is still mobile so I think actually physically going to church might do him a lot of good spiritually. I now walk with my feet each treading its own separate paths. On the one hand, I am aware my father will most likely die soon. With one foot, I tread the path of doing my best to prepare him for death (as much as I can humanly do and of course, with a lot of help from God's grace). On the other hand, I'm also taking the path of continuing to pray for a miraculous healing. I stare at that photo of a lady with cancer being blessed by St. Charbel and then being healed. I do know, however, that the eternal destiny of my dad's soul is what matters most here. I must, at the same time, accept death but I also wish to attempt to reach that pinnacle of faith that is so rare but that could move mountains. Still, all of this requires being and remaining in the state of grace so confession is hopefully where we are now headed to. And after that, wherever God in His love decides to lead us. It might be a miracle of healing or a miracle of a holy death. God's will be done, however much I may prefer my own will.