b'Instruments of Gods GraceBrother Frederick C. Mueller, FSCLa Salle Academy, Providence, RIIt was sometime during the school yearDuring that year he frequently stopped byHowever, it was early in his senior year thatwindow and fill your home so that not only 20072008. It was a normal school day, andmy office to chat or just to sit. At the endGods presence was revealed even moreyou breathe him in, but everyone who enters. I was doing the usual thingobserving theof the year he sent me a copy of an essaydeeply. This now-senior stopped by myI was deeply moved by the wordsso simple class of a new teacher at La Salle Academy inhe was preparing for college admissions.office after I had offered morning prayer forand yet so profound. He succinctly captured Providence, Rhode Island. As I sat in the backIn that essay he wrote about our buddingthe school on the public address system. Hewhat it means when we say, Let us remember of a United States history class, I noticed thatrelationship: Talking with Brother Fred gotremarked that he liked the prayer very much.that we are in the holy presence of God.the young man sitting next to me, a junior,me thinking. If his presence in my life meantI thanked him and asked him if he prayed. HeTo this day that scrap of paper is under the did not have his textbook with him. Duringso much to me, then maybe I can make asaid that of course he did. In fact, the nightglass on my desk, to be seen each morning as the 50-minute class he looked as if he weredifference in other peoples lives. Later inbefore he had written a prayer. I bow down to kiss my desk and to remember paying attention but seemed to do nothingthat essay he wrote about his relationshipI asked him if he would share the prayer withthat God is presentin this office, in each but look. At the end of class I saw him in with God: I believe that God put me here forme. In typical teenage fashion he ripped aperson who enters, in the depths of my own the hallway and said to him (I did not knowa reason, and I want to be an instrument of hisscrap of paper from his notebook, askedbeing. Over these years, this young man and his name) that I expected more of him. peace. Being close to God affects everything Ifor a pencil, and wrote down his prayer. Ithis words have been instruments of Gods And that was the start of a relationship do. I was moved by the actions of God in thisread: Let Gods breeze pass through yourgrace in my life.that exists till this day. young mans life and the way in which God used me as an instrument of grace.Taken from Let Us Remember: Stories of the Holy Presence of God30 Inspire! Summer 2021 smp.org800.533.8095 31'