Last week I listened to a story told by James Finley, a former Trappist monk, who studied under Thomas Merton. A psychotherapist friend of James had told him about an experience he had with a very distraught woman. The woman had a young son with autism and was suffering greatly trying to care for her son. After several years of therapy the woman came to a conclusion during one session that she was doing better and didn’t need any more counseling.
The counselor said to her, “Before you leave this final meeting together I have a gift I would like to give to you. “ She wondered what the counselor had for her and asked him what the gift was. He replied, “Your son.”
This story reminds me of something Paula D’arcy, a contemporary speaker on spiritual matters, says: “God comes to us disguised as our very lives.”