Reflections by the Wood Stove

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"Reflections by the wood stove" by Kathryn Swegart (CatholicMom.com)

Image credit: By Mira Kemppainen (2017), Unsplash.com, CC0/PD

Winter mornings in Maine are dark and bitter cold, hard as ice on the body and soul. I arise before dawn, eager for a steaming mug of hot tea. That must wait. My first task is to start the wood stove. I open the door and check for embers. On this eight below morning, all looks black — not a spark to be seen. Even the stove is cold to the touch. I have no hope that the kitchen would be warm anytime soon. With a sigh I gather twigs from a paper bag.

I hold a small iron shovel and shuffle coals around, doubtful that I will stir up any sparks. Surprise! I look closely and see a faint glow. Encouraged, I stack twigs, kindling, and newspaper, strike a match and a flame lights the darkness. Now this may seem like too much work for most people. Indeed, it is a chore, but it is all worthwhile. I will tell you why.

A wood stove delivers more than heat. It delivers the crackle of kindling and the sweet smell of burning oak. It delivers a cozy spot to read a book. Mysteriously, the flames have a mesmerizing effect, encouraging me to reflect deeper, beyond just staying warm.

As I carefully add sticks onto a small bed of coals, I think of people I love who have left the Church. Deeply immersed in secular society, they lack awareness that life has a transcendent quality. St. Paul reminds us,

What is seen is transitory, but what is unseen is eternal. (2 Corinthians 4:18b)

Sometimes I lose hope for these loved ones that the light of faith is dead. I pray for them, strive to be a charitable person, and every now and then spark a gentle conversation about the existence of God. Often, it feels like a dead end. Still, I don’t give up.

Last year I read Night’s Bright Darkness: A Modern Conversion Story by Sally Read. Her story gave me hope. After the death of her father, Sally felt disoriented. All meaning in life was lost, by all appearances her heart seemed dead to change but one night, the unexpected happened. Alone in the world, Sally remembered words from a book, words that had a strange effect on her. It read, “God is merely shorthand for where we come from, where we are going, and what it’s all about.” Suddenly, Sally thought there was a possibility that God existed.

One word started a chain of events that led to her conversion to the Catholic faith — all in just one year.

I take that first glorious sip of hot tea on a cold day and feel a glimmer of hope. A small ember can start a fire in my wood stove, just as heartfelt prayers, charity, and sweet reminders of our eternal destiny can start a soul back on the path to Christ and His Church.


Copyright 2020 Kathryn Swegart

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Kathryn Griffin Swegart and her husband raised three children on a gentleman’s farm in rural Maine. Kathryn, a professed member of the Secular Franciscan Order, is the author of Heavenly Hosts: Eucharistic Miracles for Kids and Perilous Days, both awarded the Catholic Writer's Guild Seal of Approval. Visit her website at KathrynSwegart.com.

2 Comments

  1. Kathy I love your Blog on catholicmom.com I too am a fellow Manor I live way down east so DownEast I’m almost Canadian our town is called baileyville and I can relate to the ice cold Winters and it cozy woodstove my grandfather used to have. I too mourn the loss of those who left the church, this includes family members like cousins I have a sister and nieces who are lukewarm and I to pray for them to strengthen their faith. I would like to read that book sometime thank you for referral it we can all use hope in our lives because the eternal salvation is a lifelong journey for our loved ones in ourselves is a goal we hope to strive for.

  2. It would be difficult to find a faithful Catholic who does not have a loved one who has left the Church. Honestly, it is a struggle to tread lightly in the cause of evangelization since the stakes are so high-eternal salvation. Still, we must trust in the Holy Spirit, pray, and look for opportunities to stir the embers of faith lying dormant in their souls.

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