I know that I have told you before in a post about how beautiful was my mother’s Annointing of the Sick about a week before she died.
Last month, we attended a family reunion with many of my cousins. While there, one of my sisters and I told the story to one of my cousins whose mother was in failing health. That cousin and her siblings lost their mother last week, but they, too, were able to gather around their mother one last time as she was annointed. And, like us, experienced great joy in their sorrow because of the sacrament.
It is so precious — so wonderful a sacrament.
Think of all the people that Christ healed as they were dying. The blind man, the hemmoraging woman, the Widow of Nain’s son — God’s doing, not Christ.
The paralytic lowered by his friends in front of Jesus. There are many others.