A red-letter day
Southern Cross "Sometime in I984"
Colours, one could say, lend colour to our - life. I saw red seems to fit one of our moments of anger. " I was green with envy" gives another indication of my mood. "Yellow with fear" we prefer to paint one who is a coward.
Days, too can be daubed with a brush of a different colour. We refer to "Black Friday" when a disastrous fire sweeps through our community. "Ash Wednesday" can be more than a liturgical reminder. Printers of calendars like to highlight special days in the year - usually days off, when we take time to celebrate some
event or other. Because they are printed in red, we have the expression: "A red-letter day."
How many of us see Sunday as a "red-letter day", when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, and therefore the Lord's Day? But the meaning sometimes gets transferred. It need not be only the day we celebrate some event of the past but also the day on which something special happens to us. We look back on it and see it as "a red-letter day" in our life. The circumstances can be quite unpredictable. It was June 7th and we were congregating to recite the rosary for our sister Rosa before bidding her farewell, for the last time, at the requiem Mass next morning.
One by one, individuals and families arrived. I greeted them in the foyer of our church. Some greeted me with a smile, others said good evening, others came up and shook me by the hand. Others still spoke for a while, reflecting on the brevity of our life, the certainty of our death...nothing extraordinary. Nothing that prepared me for what was to follow, to make it for me a red-letter day. One lady came up and said hallo. That was alright. Then she thanked me rather warmly for the help I had given her. I was glad but could not recall the incident. Oh, it was only on the phone, when she had a personal problem, she was quite agitated, and what I said was most helpful and comforting. I was pleased I could be of some service. Then she took my hand and shook it warmly.
Then she gave me a kiss. She said she had been looking forward to the opportunity of thanking me in person. "Oh," she said showing me the person who accompanied her,"…and this is my husband."
Dear Lord, thanks for the colour in our life, and especially for the red-letter days. Amen.