Sunday was a beautiful day. We had one of our sister’s families visiting including her young nephews and her niece. We had priests visiting as well. And of course we have ten extra sisters here during the summer (home from Miami, Arizona, and Ohio). Full house? To say the least!
The preparations began Saturday evening (except for the designated shopper who braved the grocery store in the afternoon. Chaos!) Black and white veils were bustling here and there preparing games for the next day, chopping ingredients for meals,
making mouthwatering cherry rolls for breakfast, and spreading red, white, and blue decorations all over our Plaza. Not even Baby Jesus was over looked!
The day in which we thank God for the independence He has granted us, the freedom to worship Him and pursue the happiness He created for us, was truly blessed for all of us, particularly being able to spend it together.
Everything from the Ping-Pong tournament to the grilling of dinner was done together. Our Mother Foundress and our first sisters, all refuges, risked their lives to be able to live in this country. Here they could live full community life, here they could express the love of Christ that joined them together in public witness. And here we continue to enjoy and build up what they began.
We even joined our Carmelite brothers down the street for fireworks in the evening. Being formed in the spirit of Elijah who called down fire from heaven and of St. John of the Cross who wrote the Living Flame of Love, you might say we were in our element.
Sparkles have faded and all the banners have been put away for next year. All but one, that is. Baby Jesus still has His flag! As I looked up at Him this evening, I did not have the heart to take it down. Yes, God bless America, and may we always be proud to have the One who came to set us free, hold our flag!