Flying to Heaven

If I take the wings of dawn and dwell beyond the sea, even there your hand guides me, your right hand holds me fast.

—Psalm 139:9-10

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. When she looked up into the sky and saw the birds, she probably wondered, “What would it be like to fly?”

She would watch the birds and try to imagine what it would be like to be a bird. If she could fly, she would fly as high as the highest bird. Maybe she would fly so high that she would see God.

When she grew older, she knew that she couldn’t really reach God by flying. God didn’t live in the sky. She could reach him in his holy places, in his words, in her parents, her family, her friends. She could find him in quiet moments and in busy streets, in work and in play. She could meet him in obedience, in loving service, in sorrow and in joy.

And she knew that one day, she would fly to God like a bird.

Happy Feast of the Assumption! May our Mother Mary guide us all safely to Heaven!