December 17, 2023
The first day I arrived as administrator of Immaculate Conception Parish and St. Jude mission, I came across the tracks on Bridge Street (aptly named) into Elkton Heights. As I crossed the 213 bridge that humid summer afternoon, an older African American gentleman stood on the sidewalk and waved to me as I passed by. “What a friendly town,” I said somewhat-jokingly to myself, and then thought nothing more of that brief wave hello … until I saw the same man again the next morning waving to every motorist that passed him. Some honked in acknowledgement; some rolled down their window and waved back. Most, however, seemed to ignore him.
For weeks I passed this gentleman nearly every day, and two things would strike me: Firstly, why was he there? (Waiting for a bus? Is there even a bus stop there?) Then, this thought: he brings me joy every time I see him.
This third Sunday of Advent -- often known as Gaudete Sunday -- we light the rose-colored candle, wear those Pepto-hued vestments, and celebrate our Liturgy knowing that as Christian disciples, our Savior has indeed come to us and remains with us now in Word, Sacrament, and community. At the same time, we are reminded that in a world that often seems shrouded in darkness and fear, we are called to be Christ’s joy and light to all we meet.
May I suggest that in the days ahead, we take a page from “Bridge Man’s” playbook and offer a kind word, a smile or even a wave to someone who looks like they may need a reminder that darkness will never overcome the Light. One never knows how another’s heart may be graced with a moment of joy, just as mine was arriving that first day in Elkton.
In the meantime, I pray for my unofficial town greeter now that winter is upon us, and I ask that you do, too. I haven’t seen him lately and hope he is well. We all need his little spark of joy … otherwise, if he doesn’t return to his post; you might just find your pastor bundled-up on Bridge Street waving to all who pass by …