WHEN TERESA OF AVILA SENT ME A BUTTERFLY
Recently, I have felt myself at my wits end because a friend wants to make a dastardly business decision. For ages I have failed to talk him out of a scheme that would swallow up 3 years of energy and time for little profit. Forgive my doubt, O Lord, but I didn't think my prayers were being heard. Other people, too, have been less than kind in their reaction to his plan. Then I was reminded to ask Teresa of Avila for help... When J & J and I went to Mass, on the way we were discussing Teresa of Avila's reform of the Carmelite Order in Spain during the 1500s. She certainly took her fellow nuns (and herself) to task for their poor choices. I have long-held that Teresa is the patron saint of clear-thinking. And I've needed her more than most. I invited her help and thought no more about it, but after we left Mass and were winding our way through the maze of streets, we can upon a tiny garden and were met by a butterfly with scalloped wings of brown and cream, l...
