A Tomb with a View

“I am the resurrection and the life … Do you believe this?” Martha, Mary and Lazarus did. And we can, too!

There’s an old story about Sister Mary Margaret, who worked as a visiting nurse. It was back in the day when nuns still wore habits. One day, the good Sister was driving around visiting homebound patients when she ran out of gas, just across the street from a gas station. She walked over and asked the attendant if he had a gas can she could borrow.

“Sorry, Sister,” he said. “Some guy was here yesterday with the same problem. We loaned him our gas can and never got it back.”

The gas was so near and yet so far. But necessity is the mother superior of invention, and Sister Mary Margaret came up with a creative solution. The sister opened up the trunk of her car and pulled out an old-fashioned metal bedpan. It even had a spout at one end. She brought it across the street, paid the attendant to fill it up, then slowly made her way back across, carrying it carefully in front of her like an offering plate.

She was tilting the pan to pour the gas in the tank...