When I drove to work several years ago, in the winter, my trip was a three hour journey in total darkness. An hour and a half each way. In the morning, I turned my thoughts toward God, prayed and then listened to the radio.
One morning as I was searching for something on the radio, a crackling broadcast of a kindly Priestly voice could be faintly heard. It was Bishop Sheen. A new Catholic radio station was starting up, and I could just barely hear it if I turned the volume up full blast. Despite the awful quality, Bishop Sheen was a messenger from God and I tuned in for weeks listening to one talk after another. No disk jockey, no ads, just non-stop Bishop Sheen talks. The station was using Bishop Sheen to clear a path, to guide the way, and announce what was to come.
For some reason, the odd quality of the broadcast gave me a sense that the Bishop was coming from a place far-far away.
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