God of Surprises

God of Surprises

“Giannella! Giannella!! Giannella!!!” I hear the Italian version of my name (I’ve grown used to responding to anything that is distantly familiar to “Janel”) echo down the hallway and up the stairs to the parish office where I had just finished the third spiritual direction appointment of the afternoon. I was in the middle of an intense week of parish mission in southern Italy and we had a very full schedule. I recognized the unmistakable pronunciation of the pastor, Fr. Franco, and because of my tiredness I was not enthusiastic about going to see what he wanted. I was quite sure that he wanted help with his computer (something I’m not much better at), while the only thing I wanted to do was to hide out in the church with Jesus, maybe up on the balcony where the...