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| Charism Through Story Telling |
| Charism is the distinctive spirit that pervades a particular group and for the Missionary Catechists of Divine Providence Charism is best described in the storiesthe Sisters recount of their many experiences of God's favor and protection. |
| In Awe and Wonderment of Providence |
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Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil
nor spin. Yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not
clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the
field, which is alive today ad tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will
he not much more clothe you. (Mt 6:28-30) |
| Providence and the Sonora Mechanics |
| By Sister Barbara Tovar |
| In the summer of 1978 or thereabouts, Sister Dominic, my niece Laura and I heading out West towards Big Bend to do a little bit of camping and hiking. If anyone isfamiliar with the western part of Texas, you can envision the milesand miles ofnothing except rocks, shrubberyand a few moving vehicles on the road. I had driven this part of Texas several times not because I enjoyed this part of the country, but because I needed to get to where I was going -- Big Bend or Colorado. I had always driven it without thinking. It had not dawned on me that the names of the towns listed on the map would be but mere little gas stations or a store and nothing else. I alsohad never anticipated that I would ever have car trouble; and yet, it was precisely inthis part of the vastness and emptiness of Texas that my car died. |
| We were on I-10 West about 40 miles past Johnson City and about 40 miles or so to Sonora. To top it off, it was Saturday late afternoon and we knew that the shopswould close earlier and that probably no mechanics would be available on Sunday. Idid not know that the next town would be a mere filling station, so we accepted aride from the man who stopped and said he would take us to the next town for help. I was in this little town that the old gentleman informed us that the only mechanicswould be in Sonora or in Johnson city. Reality finally struck, and so with fear and trepidation, we crossed the other side of the highway to go back to where we had leftthe ailing car. For what seemed hours, we kept sticking our thumb out to every carthat passed, only to be passed over. It seemed that no one was willing to stop. It kept getting later and later and soon it would be dusk. We tried not to be afraid butto keep praying that everything was going to be OK. |
| And then the miracle happened. Afterward, we realized that the reason why no onehad stopped earlier to help us was because Providence knew that a carload of mechanics from Sonora on their way to Houston were going to be passing right by where we were! This car, filled with big men with tattoos on their arms, were as nice as could be. Even though they were in a hurry to take the child of one of the men to Houston, were still willing to take the time to help us. Their words, "hop in, we're the mechanics from Sonora" were words from God because we had debated whether to hitch a ride to Sonora or go back towards Johnson City. If we had gone towardsSonora, we would not have found anybody because the Ford motor Company had closed early. |
| I really believe that these men were sent to us by God and placed before us in the middle of nowhere. How else can one explain how at our times of crisis, all the mechanics from the Ford Motor Company would be found on I-10 West just when we needed them? This indeed was a miracle! As it turned out, they checked our car, diagnosed the problem, hauled the car to Johnson city and told the mechanics what was wrong. Within a few minutes they disappeared from our sight, and within anhour our car was fixed and we were back on the road. |
| I have never forgotten this story, because I knew that Providence was really with us.It was Providence that informed us to to turn back, and Providence that put those mechanics on I-10 West. Every time I pass the road between Johnson city andSonora, I know I am passing a holy place, because in my experience a miracle occurred. Providence has also taught me to respect the vastness of this part of the country and to appreciate its beauty. |
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