Twenty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time—9th September 2018
I read the other day a true story about a baby girl who was seriously ill in a Neonatal ICU. The paediatric specialist said there was very little hope. The baby’s five-year-old brother, Michael, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. ‘I want to sing to her’, he kept saying. Children were not allowed in the ICU, but Michael’s mother eventually insisted that he be able to see his sister. When he got to the humidicrib he sang: ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey’. The nurse reported that as Michael sang, the baby’s pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. ‘Keep on singing, Michael’, encouraged his mother with tears in her eyes. ‘You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.’ The baby recovered and left the hospital three weeks later. I am not pretending for a moment that Michael’s song healed his sister, but we should never underestimate the power of human support and love. It helps us to be healed.