Joe From New Jersey-Part 2

I decided to attend a Catholic Mass a few weeks ago.
I was 30 minutes late.
So the sitting and standing and crossing
and kneeling and verbal responding
were in mid-swing.

Sometime during the service, I looked to my right.
There was Joe from New Jersey.
Sitting beside him was his daughter.
He didn't see me.
But I saw him.

Hmmmm
What did that mean?

I believe I was in the right place, at the right time.

A wink and a nod from Jesus.
And Mary.

Amen