Several years ago, while at the shore, I found a very lovely class ring. Not knowing what to do with it, I took it home and put it in my jewelry case and forgot about it. Recently, when cleaning, I rediscovered it. I found the name of the ring company and called, hoping they might have records for that particular school, but learned they didn’t keep records more than a few years. Then I called the school, and was told they would have no way of finding out who the ring belonged to.

 I examined the ring closely and reflected on the symbols the owner had chosen to include in the design. I tried to imagine who might have worn it. From the color of the stone I thought the ring belonged to a woman but when I tried it on, I realized it belonged to a man. Admiring the beauty of the center stone, I thought sadly that the ring was destined to sit forever in my jewelry box.

Then I slipped it on my middle finger and decided that, for Advent, I would wear the ring as a reminder to pray for the owner, not just once a day but every time I felt the ring on my hand or noticed it on my finger. If the ring could no longer adorn the finger of the person who owned it, at least it would serve as a catalyst to adorn that person’s life with blessings.

 May you be gifted with many prayers during this holy season!