“Sainthood is the call of all,” Father Brandon said in his homily.
Then he went on to tell a humorous story from his childhood – when his mother, frustrated at his youthful inaction in preparing to head off to school, cajoled him: “You can be a saint. It’s too late for me. But you, someday, can be a saint!”
A great mystery was on my mind as the grandkids arrived to show off their Halloween costumes this weekend.
We will miss you, dear Mary Miller! Our entire parish community was blessed to know you.
It was “all-hands-on-deck” this morning as Gerri and I teamed to whip up an apple pie from scratch.
…and a few weeks ago, our family brought forth in West County an offspring – the first of our three.
“Soon” came a bit too soon at our local Breadco as far as I’m concerned.
It’s a truism that a baseball game tends to proceed at a leisurely pace. (That’s how a fan sees things anyway. The disinterested might put the observation a bit more bluntly: “Baseball is boring!”)
I came very close to running into one of my pro-golf heroes yesterday. In fact, I almost walked right into his backswing.
Just a hunch here: The view from inside the gondola is a lot more exciting in February than in August.
