Published by I first read the Snow Goose in high school and I never forget it. It is a good story to explain what it means to be a saint. The War closed in on the Isles and Dunkirk filled up with souls waiting to cross over the English Channel to the rest of Europe. A lone fisherman transported them, rowing back and forth until all made passage. A white snow goose flew over him as he made the trips like the dove that represents the Holy Spirit.
In these last years, and in truth, before that, our economy has become just that in the Americas. The emphasis at work, at business, at home is to accomplish a passage through an unknown barrier errected by an unknown enemy.
Our friends and family appear to us more vividly that ever before. The quote from Scripture, “I will call you each by name” I keep repeating.
Our effort to secure our home with the help of god and good neighbors has meant that we are very concious of our family history and our roots and even our family name.
So visible are we to each other that I believe we will see Parousia, the 2nd and final coming of the Christ. I think the Snow Goose, a story, like that of Saint Christopher, who carried the infant Jesus across a deep river, reminds us that as present as we are to our friends, family and good neighbors, so Christ, in the end will be present to us. Our ability to get along with others is not all the same for each person but we must love one another, as Christ loved us and He will call us each by name.
