October 17, 2011
SPECIAL TO THE WCR
As is my custom when time allows, I arrived about half an hour early for Mass one Sunday. It wasn't my usual parish as I was away from home, but I found a pew close to the tabernacle and knelt to pray.
After a little while, two mature women, well past retirement age approached the votive stand near the tabernacle to light candles for their loved ones. I was noticing the shade of their hair — pure snowy-white — when I heard these words interiorly: "All the snow is at the summit."