My neighbors to the hermitage in Transylvania County (still haven’t moved out yet and so the hermitage is still there) have a pear tree in their front yard. It bloomed out early with the hot weather we had in late February and early March. Then all those blossoms were frozen solid as the temps dipped way below freezing, to like 3 degrees Fahrenheit at night and still below freezing during the day for a couple of weeks it seemed. This always signals a no fruit year because, hey, no blossoms, no fruit. Well, miracle of miracles, a totally unexpected resurrection has occurred. A miracle? Perhaps this happens frequently enough, but I’ve never heard of it. The tree has twice as many blossoms as it had the previous month and all of them as healthy as can be.
Impossible you say? After original sin our corruption and death and blackness of soul couldn’t have been worse, but then arose the most pure and immaculate conception who was to be the virgin Mother of God, from whom the King of Kings, the Lord of lords, Wonder Counselor, the Prince of the Most Profound Peace would arise.
The purpose of this? So that my black and beady heart and soul might rise from the dead, brought to life by the goodness and kindness of the Divine Son of God at the intercession of His dear Mother. Oh, and your black and beady heart and soul as well. Confession is good for the soul. Never ever despair of going to Confession. We can all bear fruit 30, 60 and 100 fold.