“Catholic” means universal.  And the Roman Catholic Church really is.  On a recent business trip to Chicago, I figured I would not be able to work in my Lenten commitment for daily Mass.  Two providential things happened, however.  The second day of my trip, while out on my own at lunch, I was given directions down a street where there were supposedly “tons” of resturants.  I didn’t find the “tons,” but one block down I did find a Catholic Church, where noon Mass had just begun.  The third day, while traveling back home, I was checking in for my flight when I heard an announcement about Catholic Mass being celebrated in the airport chapel in five minutes.  By the time I made it through security, I arrived a bit late, but still in time for a valid Mass attendance.  And I later came across the priest sitting at the airport information desk, when I was looking around for a certain coffee place.  He thanked me for coming to Mass, and I thanked HIM for being there to celebrate it. 

God is good, and He looks out for us and provides for us.  And I’m not talking about the coffee place, either.